Gold Medal Sweetheart

Chapter 409 Uncomfortable

Without waiting for Cao Jian to answer, Tang Xin walked out in the most inconspicuous way - slipping along the wall.

But Mr. Cao seemed clueless and called out from behind, "Teacher Tang, do you know the way? Do you need me to take you there?"

Tang Xin didn't dare to say anything and said, "Thank you, I can do it myself." Then he covered his face with his hands and trotted out of the banquet hall.

Tang Xin hurriedly ran to the stairwell and leaned against the wall with a sense of relief, so that she could calm her frightened mind.

Why is my luck so bad?

Jin Taize's horoscope must be unlucky for her, otherwise he would have been exposed here immediately after telling such a small lie.

Alas, my Mercury retrograde fortune doesn’t end there.

The heels of the shoes on her feet were high and thin. She walked and chatted with Mr. Cao for a long time, and then ran out. It was the first time she found that she could run at the speed of a 100-meter sprint while wearing such high heels. This really proved the saying that people who are chased by tigers must run fast.

The place where her ankle touched the shoe was now burning with pain. She had been so frightened all the way that she had not paid attention to the pain in her ankle, but now that she had calmed down, the burning pain became more and more obvious.

Tang Xin held onto the wall with one hand, limped to the steps and sat down.

After taking off his shoes, Tang Xin couldn't help but let out a hiss.

Because she wasn't used to wearing such high heels, a large piece of skin on her ankle had been rubbed off, revealing her pink tender flesh.

No wonder it hurts so much.

Helpless under such circumstances, she had no good way to relieve the pain. She could only cross her legs and blow gently on the wound so that the cool air could slightly relieve the pain.

"I didn't expect Teacher Tang to end up at the party while shopping for gifts with a friend."

The familiar male voice pierced Tang Xin's back like a gust of cold wind.

She suddenly turned her head and looked behind her. Jin Taize was leaning lazily against the wall, looking at her with disdainful eyes.

It seems that even if she ran fast enough, she could not escape the man's sharp eyes, and Jin Taize would kill her in minutes.

"I..." Knowing that he was in the wrong, Tang Xin lowered his head in frustration, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"When did Teacher Tang's ex-girlfriend change her name to Lin Lin?" Jin Taize continued.

"What old lover..." Tang Xin protested in a low voice.

She had clearly thought it all out and would explain it to Cheng Ran after the banquet.

"Oh? Not your old lover?" A man's footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. Jin Taize walked up the two steps below Tang Xin, squatted down, and looked her in the eye. "What's going on? Teacher Tang, are you trying to make your ex-lover your new love?"

"I'm not..." Tang Xin said hesitantly.

But before she could finish, Jin Taize had already stretched out his hand, and pinched her cheek with his muscular palm. The girl's small face looked even smaller in his broad palm.

The man exerted a little pressure on his hands, his eyes burning with jealous anger. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Teacher Tang was dating an old lover, but she lied to me and said she was out shopping with friends. Haha, it seems that God really has eyes. Otherwise, I would not have known that I, the CEO of a listed company, was just a fool in Teacher Tang's eyes."

Her cheek sank slightly under the man's fingertips, and her skin felt a slight pain, but Tang Xin could only hold back and remain silent. Not only because she did lie, but also because when she saw the man's painful and reproachful eyes, her heart also ached.

"Taizer, I..."

Jin Taize curled his lips awkwardly, then let go of her hand dejectedly. It was the first time that Tang Xin saw such a dejected expression on the face of this arrogant man.

But why is it that when I see him feeling sad, I feel even sadder as if I am feeling the same pain?

Jin Taize lowered his eyes. The pink wound on the girl's fair feet was like blood in the snow, stinging his eyes and hurting his eyes.

In the silence, the man's phone rang.