Chapter 35 Noble Dogs
Zhai Yang received an inexplicable phone call.
"Let's meet. I have something to tell you." The voice on the other end was choked with uncontrollable sobs, obviously suppressed, just like when she had curled up in his arms in pain before.
Just a few hours ago, he received an inexplicable WeChat message from Cui Jing.
After hanging up the phone, every minute and every second of Zhai Yang's online meeting became torture. What happened to her? Did she need help? What difficulties did she encounter?
She said she came to see him.
Zhai Yang ended the meeting absentmindedly, rubbed his brows with warm fingers, and put the small clips and paper clips on the table into the drawer.
Just as Tang An Nian was asked to prepare coffee, the front desk clerk called and said in a gossipy tone that the lady had come up with a small cake.
He tugged at the hem of his clothes, feeling a little strange at the thought of the upcoming meeting. It had been a long time since he last saw her, so it felt a bit unfamiliar.
He walked around the desk and opened the door.
Cui Jing's hand, which was about to knock on the door, stopped in mid-air, and Zhai Yang saw her long eyelashes fluttering tremblingly.
……
"What did she say her name was?" Zhai Yang clenched his fists tightly.
"Fan Ci'en."
"Damn it, that woman is a lunatic! A scumbag!" After hearing the whole story, Zhai Yang cursed angrily. She really dared to do that.
While cursing, he subconsciously ignored the fact that his own actions were no different from the scum he was talking about. They were essentially the same kind of people. "You... don't be afraid! I'll take care of this matter."
Cui Jing sat obediently on the sofa with her hands folded. She nodded silently when she heard it. It was a rare moment for her to show this side of her. She looked frightened.
That's right, she had never experienced such things before, she must have been scared. Zhai Yang didn't pay attention to his inexplicable possessiveness, he just thought it was because he was unhappy about his own people being provoked, he took out his cell phone.
"My friend got me some group tickets for a resort, but I can't use them. It's a good opportunity for you to go and have fun with your friends."
Zhai Yang was worried that the crazy woman would spread the photo, although he didn't think it was a big deal. But there was no guarantee that Jing Jing wouldn't be provoked, so he asked her to stay away from the battlefield first.
"I'll take you home." Zhai Yang actually wanted to ask her to move to another neighborhood. Cui Jing stood up, and Zhai Yang took her bag and looked down to see a green mark on her hand.
"She did it." Zhai Yang grabbed her wrist and held it loosely.
"I... can't remember clearly." Cui Jing really didn't remember when it happened.
"Sit down first." Zhai Yang held down her legs as she was about to stand up. Cui Jing sat back down unsteadily. Zhai Yang lifted up her long skirt and his hands were immediately covered by a pair of slender hands.
"do what!"
"Let me see if you have any injuries." Zhai Yang met her gaze and suddenly realized that he might have been misunderstood. There was ambiguity between their actions. He almost lay on Cui Jing's legs, which was inappropriate.
Zhai Yang tightened his grip on her ankle. He had already seen that there were indeed bruises on her legs, like bruises from a bump.
"Let me take a look." Zhai Yang slowed down his voice to coax him, but deep down, he was still the man who could not be questioned.
Cui Jing felt that the atmosphere was weird.
She took the initiative to pull up her white skirt to reveal her knees and half of her thighs, and the hem of her skirt piled up softly like a cloud.
Zhai Yang was still holding her ankle, and with his other hand he pushed up the hem of her skirt without hesitation, his fingers rubbing across her slightly cold legs.
Cui Jing was shocked again.
After a careful look, Zhai Yang confirmed that there were only one or two small patches of dark blue, which were dotted abruptly on the fair skin, giving a sense of defect as if a beautiful thing was broken.
I need to buy some ointment to apply.
At this moment, his hand was pushed away. Cui Jing glared at him and resumed the cold and reserved tone that he was familiar with recently. It was the opposite of simplicity. "You're hurting me."
Zhai Yang took a deep breath, and he recalled his inexplicable worries. Apart from himself, a partner who didn't need to please her, who else would spoil her like this? "I'll take you back."
On the way, Cui Jing bluntly ordered him, "Wait! Go back, I want to buy a bag of milk."
Until Cui Jing left, Zhai Yang's fingertips still seemed to retain the smoothness of that skin, contradictory... hot and cool.
Really... arrogant because of being spoiled.
……
"You're back so soon." Qin Sheng was blowing her hair, and the hair dryer made a whirring noise.
Cui Jing threw the milk to her and went to the balcony to look at the tree downstairs.
It was a wet path, and normally no one would walk there, not even on sunny days, but that day she hit someone.
The person guessed her own house number based on the location and the type of room she shared with her sister.
……younger sister.
The time node goes back to when the rain just started.
Cui Jing raised her head from her knees and saw a pure white shadow. He moved the umbrella closer to her, leaving deep and shallow rain marks on his body. His lowered gaze was like the heavy snow in December.
The snow in those eyes melted quickly.
It turns out that even without a smile, he looks cold and indifferent, Cui Jing thought distractedly.
Xue Yijie was also uncontrollably observing Cui Jing's condition. She was obviously in a bad mood. She held the book in her hand, leaving an indentation on the edge of the book, and her pale lips showed alertness.
He couldn't imagine what had disturbed her peace.
"My name is Xue Yijie." He took the initiative to give his name, his black hair was a little wet, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable anticipation.
Cui Jing stood up, frowning slightly, "What's your name?"
She probably knew him.
Xue Yijie's breathing almost stopped as the unconscious mark on the woman's brows formed. The sword of Damocles hung high above her head. "Xue Yijie."
"It's you." Cui Jing said calmly. She saw the silvery light on his lower eyelids again. It was very strange. At that moment she felt like he was about to cry.
She suddenly understood the strange inconsistencies in her subconscious mind, and the flowerpot that fell from the sky finally hit Xue Yijie on the head.
"I know you."
She didn't notice that her eyes were filled with a subtle complexity, a kind of God's perspective on fate. Her eyes held a man's life that was difficult to escape, with ups and downs throughout.
Xue Yijie did notice her look.
Or he noticed that Cui Jing didn't care. Just like when Cui Jing was twelve years old and secretly read novels under her desk, she had many guesses about the blood color in the water when the heroine of the painful youth literature got up from the toilet.
Injury, pregnancy, and even incurable cancer, because the author's writing style is cold and obscure, with many metaphors.
Many years later, Cui Jing suddenly remembered that moment that she thought was important. The blood-red color in the water was just a normal female menstrual period, without any metaphor.
Xue Yijie understood the pity in her eyes but would not comprehend anything. He was just her at the age of twelve, and things beyond his cognition would not be known.
At first, she thought about forming an alliance with the protagonist, but she immediately dismissed the idea. The protagonist's situation and the stupid decisions he made in certain situations seemed like self-deception and surrender. He was unable to be independent from beginning to end.
Such a frail person was not qualified to be her ally.
But his image has now become concrete.
To be honest, at this moment Cui Jing even began to sympathize with him.
He will be forced like this until the end, and be forced to become a valuable dog with smooth fur and a lovely appearance. His career success is all due to the support of his lover behind him.
Since ancient times, mistresses have been more notorious than those who have cheated on their spouses. In the eyes of the world, Xue Yijie is a mistress, while Zhai Yang is a cheating and unfaithful man who betrayed his marriage. It is obvious who will be more despised.
Cui Jing saw the fish in his hand and asked, "What are you holding?"
"Having dinner with my sister. She moved to this neighborhood not long ago."
"You have a younger sister?" Cui Jing asked knowingly. She suddenly realized her disgust, not towards the younger sister she had never seen, but towards the youthful man in front of her, right at this moment.
"Yes, is it a surprise?"
"No, I just think you don't look like someone who can take care of others." Cui Jing let out a breath and carefully traced his facial features. He was born with a good appearance, very... gentle and melancholy, like a little prince.
She objectively admitted that he was good-looking, but she wanted to destroy him. Every subtle expression and movement of his made her feel disgusted.
I obviously don't hate this particular person.
"My sister is a very well behaved girl and doesn't need my care. She's just too independent. She got lost before and was only found recently." Without waiting for Cui Jing to ask any more questions, Xue Yijie outlined the whole story. His language organization ability was quite logical and his ears turned red without him noticing.
"That's such a surprise. The world is so big, it's such a fate that I can meet you again and be recognized by you at first sight." Cui Jing heard herself say.
Isn't it fate? Your sister is a fake. Zhai Yang doesn't know, Xue Yijie doesn't know, even the sister herself doesn't know, everyone is relatively ignorant.
"I think so too." He smiled innocently.
Cui Jing interrupted him suddenly, which was extremely rude. "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"I send you."
"My car is here." She glanced at the car that was looking for someone without thinking. The driver had already called her. Until she got in the car, she could feel Xue Yijie's gaze, a kind of ferocious, bright, wet loss.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer she would do something vicious, like the supporting character in the original novel.
She had no intention of participating in this, but...
Cui Jing's beautiful eyes revealed more disgust, and the tug of war between emotion and reason suddenly stopped.
Let them go dog eat dog.
She made a phone call. When the call was connected, the calmness on her face was in stark contrast to the trembling in her voice. "Hey, let's meet. I have something to tell you."
"Well, just for today."
"Okay, I'll come find you." Cui Jing choked and hung up the phone regardless of the puzzled tone on the other end. The driver in the front seat looked at her curiously.
She sniffed and found her face in the reflection of the car window. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but she was not crying in reality.
"That's too much." Those people... still have this feeling of being out of control.
She didn't want to hate him.