The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love
Chapter 234: The She Gathering Arc (4)

Chapter 234: The She Gathering Arc (4)

At the first rhythm of the music, the couples tapped their feet on the floor. The lights dimmed and the melody hung in the air.

"Do we really need to dance or is this your way of getting touchy with me?" Jia had her suspicions.

"It hurts when you doubt me, Spicy. When have I ever fooled you?" his dramatic expression leaked out even through his mask.

Placing her right hand on his shoulder and intertwining their hands, he gently wrapped his around her waist till it bumped against him. His eyes slightly narrowed as a sneaky smile lit his lips.

"Will your boyfriend be jealous?"

"Huojin is not my boyfriend."

The dim light from the chandelier fell upon his left profile that made his smile look even more enigmatic. As the rhythm changed notes, they slowly swayed along its wave. Jia’s eyes were completely focused on the guests to try to catch any suspicious movements. But with everybody’s masks on, it was hard to catch anybody’s guarded expressions.

"The parents will spill the beans~ I have very able assistants working for me," his husky chuckle softly rang.

Jia broke her gaze from the guests to look at him. Even through his mask, she could study his muse-filled black eyes.

"Spicy it isn’t helping that on top of you looking ravishing, you are equally throwing your sultry gaze at me~"

"So from annoying me, you are now moving on to sexually harassing me?" She arched her brow.

He chuckled and twirling around her once, he pulled her back right in his embrace. "How would I even dare? Wouldn’t you hit me right in my balls with such audacity?"

"You never get nervous or agitated, do you?"

At that point, they moved apart only connected by their hands after which Mingshen made Jia turn so that her back hugged his chest. He lowered his face until his lips hovered near her ears.

"Right now, my heart could be beating very fast. Might it be related to a very beautiful woman dancing in my arms?"

"Do you even see women that way?"

"Aish, don’t you know that Spicy has a very special place in my heart?" He looked half offended.

She smiled. "Yeah it’s so special that at the end of line lies my death."

She turned, facing him back, observing that mischievous smile on his lips yet again. For some reason, it calmed down her fast paced heartbeats. Her slightly tense shoulders relaxed as she softly exhaled.

"Mi...Mingshen..."

"Hm?" His black irises were fixed at her as if in a trance.

You can ask your doctor to issue you a fresh prescription.

"I..." her heart drummed in her chest until she felt it in her ears, "need..."

"Need?"

She swallowed a gulp of saliva down her throat. "No, sorry. It’s nothing."

In the end, she couldn’t say it.

He tilted his head. "I cannot see your eyes, Spicy but don’t underestimate Dr. Yang Mingshen. Your lips are faintly trembling, your fingers are slightly shivering against mine, your chest heaving with uneasy breaths and your tense shoulders just barely relaxed. This isn’t your first mission, so why are you so particularly stressed today?"

"I am not stressed out...There are high stakes tonight and this might be our only chance to know something about this cult. Isn’t it normal to get a little fidgety?"

"But is it normal for you to ask me about your weight?"

Jia was taken aback by that abrupt question. "Weight? Wait, you are asking about the time you came to pick me up? There is nothing wrong with that. Don’t women ask how they look all the time?"

"But you are healthy. You work out. And you are not the type of woman to get hung up on weight."

"That’s...a strange diagnosis. Well, when a woman wears a pretty dress and especially an EXPENSIVE one at that, it might be a little bit logical to think about not ruining it, right?"

"Huh."

"You don’t believe me?"

He smiled, pressing his fingers firmly against the back of her hand which stopped them from trembling. He pulled her closer. "I believe...that you have become a bit better at lying. Or is it effect of the mask?"

Her brow twitched.

"How about you use that intelligence in deducing the actual gathering’s location?"

He whistled merrily. "We could soon expect a good news call. So until then..."

He pressed her waist and smiled. "Let’s enjoy our dance."

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"Let’s dance."

Huo Tengqi smiled at a woman, who was seated on a couch at a distance. He placed his hand forward as a gesture.

Meng Rin stared at it, her heart thudding faster and faster. "...Sure."

She placed her hand in his and he pulled her towards the dance floor. Holding her waist, he carefully synced his steps with her.

Sensing her slight inhibition, he smiled again. "You can ease up tonight. Nobody recognizes the actress Meng Rin here under her mask, so we can be all lovey-dovey and cuddly we want."

Her lips tried to form a smile.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks..."

"Are you enjoying the function? Or do you find it boring?"

"O-Of course not. Charity is a very noble thing to do..."

He laughed. "As expected from the future Mrs. Huo."

Her expression paled under the mask. He caressed the diamond ring in her ring finger and smiled. "The ring really looks beautiful on you."

She said nothing.

"Which reminds me. Who are you all gonna call for our wedding? Is that make up artist included in your list? The one who was apparently very stubborn to find out the man who is behind her boyfriend’s...what was his name, ah yes, Xin Manchu’s jail time?"

She froze.

"It will be a little uncomfortable for such a woman to be one of the guests, right? I mean, I don’t mind if she has stopped poking into the matter like a responsible adult but if not...then there might be a need to start poking some holes in her body instead."

"No...! Zeng Shan...s-she is not trying to find anything. She was at first but she g-gave up...Really! I have talked to her...as a friend..."

He raised his brow. "Is that so?"

"Yes," she nodded heavily.

"Perfect," he lightly pecked on her forehead. "That’s the kind of support I expect from my future wife. I am so lucky to have you."