Redeeming The Golden Ticket To Life - Chapter 63: Bai Chang & Qiang

[POV Bai Chang]

A pair of arms wrapped around me and carried me in a princess style. Qiang’s presence in my proximity brought out altogether a different kind of warmth. I snuggled into his arms.

He held me tight and walked inside.

As he laid me down on the couch, I held onto his hands.

“Are you awake?” he asked playfully.

“Umm-hmm” I replied.

“Do you want to sleep some more?”

I shook my head but still kept on lying on the couch wrapped inside the blanket.

He started to play with my hair. There was silence between us, but in no way was it awkward or smothering us. There was an understanding. Slowly we were building trust among us.

“You rest some more, I will join you after I freshen up,” he said.

I simply nodded my head in reply while taking a long yawn. He ruffled my hair and left.

(Oh no! I am no pet of yours that you pet me on my head.)

I am simply annoyed by that.

I peek around the living room through my blanket. It’s empty, I couldn’t find Zhang Wei there.

In the garden, they talked about something related to Bai Chang. What could it mean? As I woke up in the middle of their conversation, I am not too clear of the premise. I will later take a look at ‘Jiffy’ to know the content.

At the moment, I don’t feel like leaving the blanket. It’s so cosy and warm.

(Well understand that it’s winter already.)

We are soon approaching the month of December. Currently, it’s the end of November month. Though the central heating for the Villa is on, stepping outside still felt harsh.

There are light sounds of footsteps on the stairs.

After a moment Qiang comes within my sight.

“You look so cute rolled up in that blanket,” he said, while he had a light smile playing on his lips.

“Well thank you,” I puffed my cheeks, still annoyed that he messed my hair.

“Why are you sulking?”

“You messed my hair,” I replied while pouting.

“Come here, let me fix it for you.”

He sat beside me and got hold of my comb from somewhere.

(Did he mess them up, so can comb them himself?)

He slowly started to comb my hair.

Lightly he brushed the knots out of my hair. It felt great. Like getting myself a hair massage.

I closed my eyes as I slowly enjoyed the stimulation.

(In my head I see the Hu residency living room, where I’m sitting on the carpet, while Qiang is brushing my hairs. It looked so surreal. Then I realised it is a part of Bai Chang’s memories.)

I suddenly interrupt him combing my hair.

“Where is the party? At what time is it?” I asked him.

He looked surprised by my abrupt question but still answered, “It’s at the Grand Hotel, the same venue as of our fashion show. Time is 7:00 p.m.”

“Okay,” I replied.

I lean into him and we just sit around like that overlooking the garden outside. It’s dark but there was an altogether different charm to the flowers in the garden.