Chapter 41 Her Dog

Chapter 41 Her Dog

【Have you reached the lobby? 】

Cui Jing sat down and sent a message to Wang Xiaoming.

The bouquets of flowers in front of her were arranged in an orderly manner. The leaves of the dahlias were curled like the twisted sunflowers painted by Van Gogh, and the bright edges of the amaryllis Picasso flowers covered her face, blocking the prying eyes of others.

Cui Jing really didn't like these gazes, always feeling they were too intense.

Before the dinner officially started, the wine waiter came over to pour wine for her. The elegant light golden liquid flowed into the bottom of the glass, creating delicate bubbles.

Cui Jing didn't drink. She tidied the table, folded a small placemat again, and placed the goblet on it.

It took a while for the other end to reply to her, and then there was a string of messages like a machine gun.

[Here we are, I just poured wine for someone and I'm so nervous. 】

[A lot of them poured out at once.]

[It almost fell into his hands. ]

【I am fishing secretly now. 】

Cui Jing couldn't help laughing when she thought of that scene, and revealed her location to her: [Do you want to come? ]

There was no need for an answer from the other end. She saw Wang Xiaoming's figure at the first sound of the bell in the villa.

Like the other waiters, she wore a black work uniform and a white wind chime on her chest. Her facial features were very pleasant, but her makeup was very white, and the black below her neck made her look funny.

Cheap and beautiful.

He is easy to control and very stubborn, so he was fooled several times in the original plot.

Wang Xiaoming also saw Cui Jing.

Ms. Cui is so beautiful tonight, she is like a rare treasure that is always shining.

She saw Ms. Cui talking to the waiter next to her for a few words, and the waiter nodded and left. She still had a smile on her face, and her hand on the table was waving towards her, calling her over.

She is still so approachable!

A sparkling, kind-hearted beauty.

Wang Xiaoming quickened her pace and walked over. The incident happened in an instant. She watched Cui Jing stand up, the tablecloth was pulled, the flat high-heeled glass collapsed, and all of it irretrievably fell on her skirt.

The dark golden skirt blends into the clear wine, and the air is instantly filled with the rich stone fruit aroma of the wine, which is wonderful and intoxicating.

Wang Xiaoming rushed over in two or three steps, "Ms. Cui!"

"Jingjing, are you okay?" Zhai Yang was in a daze, but when he came to his senses, he stood up.

Of course, Wang Xiaoming was not the only one who noticed this accident.

It was indeed an accident, because there was only one actor entering the venue, so it could only be an accident.

Seeing that there was nothing to see, the others withdrew their gazes, leaving some people who had been paying attention to Cui Jing from the beginning and were ready to watch the fun to gloat over her misfortune.

I just felt a little sad that such a beautiful dress didn't get to be worn until the ball.

Zhai Yang immediately put his coat on Cui Jing.

"I'll take you to the locker room." Wang Xiaoming was even more anxious. The two bystanders and even the people around who asked a few questions were more anxious than the person involved.

“Okay.” Cui Jing lifted the cloth on her waist that was getting wet and sticking even tighter to her. It was just a small piece, not a large area, far from causing any loss of composure.

But there is no doubt that it needs to be dealt with.

"You don't have to go." Cui Jing pushed Zhai Yang who was about to follow her and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Why are you following me?"

Zhai Yang sat back in his original position for a long time, feeling uncomfortable. He felt more like an outsider than an outsider.

Cui Jing followed Wang Xiaoming out of the inner door, through the corridor, and arrived at several connected mansions.

The outermost building is open to the public.

Cui Jing stayed in the room and contacted the stylist to send over a spare dress. Of course, there would not be only one set of dress for such an occasion.

"Ms. Cui! Will your skirt getting wet delay you in anything?"

"Of course not. Just call me Cui Jing." She wasn't going there for the dinner anyway.

Wang Xiaoming pursed his lips nervously with a naturally stubborn air, "Okay! Okay! Then we are actually..."

What is it?

She has helped me so much. It is said that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. This is far more than a drop of water.

Others have no obligation to help you like this.

She originally thought that no matter what Cui Jing's purpose was, she would agree to her, and later she never came to see her.

"are friends."

Cui Jing seemed to know what she was going to say.

"I'm not some rich girl. These, and these..." She raised the rings on her hand to show Wang Xiaoming, "None of these belong to me. I will divorce him."

"Ah!" Wang Xiaoming was shocked by the news before he could even feel touched by the word "friend". "Why... why?"

"I have no feelings for him, and his parents are not happy with me either," Cui Jing said.

Wang Xiaoming had no idea what plot he had imagined, and he looked at her with obvious pity and anger in his eyes.

I don't hide my thoughts at all.

Cui Jing simply picked up a topic, and Wang Xiaoming started talking nonstop, chatting about interesting things about his part-time job and his aspirations for the future, like a continuous river, unstoppable.

Cui Jing listened to her chattering. The two of them stood in front of the window and looked at the lake in the distance. The shadow of a flying bird passed over the lake.

"Wang Xiaoming."

"What's the matter!" Wang Xiaoming's voice overlapped with the second ring of the clock.

Cui Jing turned around and smiled, charmingly elegant, her words clear as if she was asking: "Can you help me go to the front desk and ask if there's any sparkling water?"

"Obligated!"

With a creaky sound, she was the only one left in the room.

Cui Jing walked slowly towards the door that had been closed not long ago. She put her eyes close to it, and the world outside the door gradually distorted and enlarged.

Her long eyelashes poked the cat's eye glass.

At the corner of the corridor, a middle-aged man was holding Wang Xiaoming's hand in ecstasy, seeming to be crying and laughing, with men and women standing beside him with surprised expressions.

Wang Xiaoming.

good luck.

……

[Come and hang out with me, don’t attend the dinner.] Cui Jing thought of Mrs. Chen and sent out the location and message.

She felt a little thirsty, so she went to the mini bar and got an unopened bottle of sparkling water, checked the integrity and opened it.

When the stylist arrived in a hurry, Cui Jing was sitting on the sofa with her skirt wrinkled, her hair frizzy, and her lipstick all gone.

"My ancestors."

"Sorry." Cui Jing apologized quickly.

The stylist was totally upset. She took out an alternative plan and said, "This dress is smaller in size. You will like it."

After all the trouble, Mrs. Chen finally replied to her message.

[Ahhhhhh, I have a stomachache, sob sob sob, I’m at Feili 301]

Isn't that the building next to hers?

[Are you okay? I'll go find you.] Cui Jing replied with concern, and Zhai Yang was forgotten by her.

She stepped into a long corridor again, with green plants on both sides. She walked quietly between them. The lights hanging on both sides were simple and quaint, and waiters walked by in a hurry from time to time.

Turning a corner, she slowed down and clearly heard the sound of branches breaking.

Two waiters were coming towards her. Cui Jing looked up at the cameras on the eaves. There was one every few meters, and they were all flashing red lights.

She made a hushing gesture and raised her hand to stop the waiter from moving forward. The two men looked at each other and stopped in coordination.

Cui Jing walked back and the corridor was empty as far as she could see.

She always felt... felt that someone was watching her, following her, and she had to find that person today.

This curved corridor is bordered by a lake on one side and a concave concrete structure on the other. It is part of a residential area with lush vegetation and high windows.

If there must be someone here, he must be hiding here unless he can climb walls and dive silently.

In fact, you can check the surveillance.

But Cui Jing ignored what she was wearing and stepped into the grass.

"Ma'am, what are you looking for? Let's get it!"

"Yes, yes, it will stain your clothes."

Cui Jing didn't say anything. She noticed the movement inside and a feeling of excitement surged in her heart. Finally, she caught the prying gaze...

That noise couldn't be a cat or a dog.

She suddenly lifted up a huge Monstera leaf and saw a pair of eyes a few meters away.

"Jie Jin!" she shouted in surprise, "Why are you following me?"

"Okay, now that you've discovered me, I actually don't want to follow you." Xie Jin said in a depressed tone.

"Ma'am, is there anything we can do for you?" The two waiters saw that it was someone they knew and the atmosphere seemed normal. They thought that they had not yet completed their work, so they asked.

Cui Jing rolled her eyes slightly and said, "It's okay, you can go now."

Xie Jin walked out and after seeing clearly, Cui Jing took several steps back.

The person who raised his head looked like a hungry beast smelling the scent of prey, or like a zombie who had lost its instincts and sensed the unique bloody smell of humans floating in the air.

She suddenly regretted asking the two men to leave.

There is no guarantee that the cannon fodder female supporting role who leaves the stage at the end will not be sent away early by other characters in the plot.

On this sultry summer night, the cicadas were chirping at their wits' end, and a hot, rotten smell was floating in the air.

Men have stronger body odor than women, not to mention in today's temperature. He was hiding in a place covered by green plants and full of mosquitoes in his suit. The lining of his clothes was wet and fit his body tightly, and his young and energetic body could be vaguely seen underneath.

The hanging hand was dripping water, but that was not water, but blood. Cui Jing saw that the knife in his hand sank deeper into the pit.

He is self-harming.

I'm afraid that if I continue chatting with you for a few minutes, you might end up getting stabbed in the back of your hand the next second. When dealing with a mentally ill person, it's best not to make him think that he is mentally ill.

"Aren't you hot? I'll go back and get some fresh air. It's so hot." Cui Jing took a few tentative steps.

She turned around and saw Jie Jin coming up a few steps with the fruit knife in his hand. Cui Jing turned around and tried to run, but was caught and pulled back forcefully.

Cui Jing suppressed her instinct to scream and was startled by his red eyes. "Jie Jin."

Xie Jin didn't say anything and didn't hurt her, he just stared at her.

He seemed to hear the subtle sound of himself swallowing, expressing his desire from every corner of his body.

The air was stagnant.

"You damn woman."

Women, women, women...women are so annoying.

He clearly smelled the scent that had been haunting him again, and unable to refuse it, Xie Jin felt that his inner defenses were about to collapse.

It's not just the fragrance, the woman's frightened expression is cold and lovable. Any man would love her, let alone her husband.

Xie Jin was going crazy with jealousy.

He didn't want to follow her and originally just asked a private detective to check on her. Curiosity made him walk along the path she must have passed, and he looked at her from the car window several times.

He smelled the fragrance.

He began to spy day and night, frequently going in and out of the Happy Community. It was like an addiction that was difficult to quit, with hatred and attraction intertwined.

Just like those girls who were spying on him everywhere in his memory, he became a despicable voyeur.

"You destroyed the peace of my life."

"I'm sorry." Cui Jing apologized bluntly, fearing that he would scratch her face the next second.

"Do you know how much I hate stalkers?"

"I'm sorry...ah!" Even though Cui Jing was prepared for him to apologize for whatever he said to appease the psychopath, she still couldn't hold it in when she heard this.

stalker?

"When did I do these things?"

"If it weren't for you, how could I become so, so unlike myself, and become... a stalker that I despise."

When he finished speaking, both of them were stunned.

"Are you afraid of this?" Xie Jin raised the knife in his hand. Eight years ago, he stabbed a girl who was following him in the eyes without hesitation.

Her screams were so shrill that they still linger clearly in his ears today.

Xie Jin threw the knife away in a trance. The woman in front of him was a victim of his own quirks and desires, and he shouldn't scare her.

It is you who should be punished.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. Then... why don't we go back first? There are still a lot of mosquitoes here." Cui Jing tried to change her position.

Tears began to flow down Jie Jin's face, and then he suddenly knelt down and hugged his legs.

The force exerted on the leg almost caused Cui Jing to fall to the ground when she pulled her leg back.

"I'm sorry, I really controlled myself for a long time. Can you please not leave?" Xie Jin could only hear the word "go back".

She's going back, she's leaving.

Cui Jing couldn't sense the crazy surging aura around Jie Jin, but she knew something was wrong with him just by looking at him.

All Xie Jin wanted in his mind was to ask her to stay, to let the pleasant smell around her be closer to him. His neck was swollen and painful, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He wanted so badly... to hug her.

At this moment, the name of Brother Zhai was thrown out of his mind.

He pleaded desperately, begging for mercy from the victim as a stalker.

sorry Sorry sorry.

He is guilty.

Xie Jin had an infatuated look on his face, but that youthful, energetic and even sweet face was filled with ugliness dominated by desire.

He held her calves with his arms and pressed them against the female body that was tied with stockings and that he had overstepped his bound limits on.

Slender and weak, following the unique body fat distribution patterns of women.

...Please forgive him.