Chapter 233: Why Are You Crying?
Xie Jingyan looked cold and weary: “Garbage restaurant.”
Little Honey: 【……】
At this time, inside Ding Shi Guan.
A waiter led the two to the Plum Blossom private room.
Jiang Ning handed the menu to Wei Jin: “Teacher Wei, what do you want to eat? Order whatever.”
Wei Jin shook his head: “You order. I’m fine with anything.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ning no longer declined.
She ordered several of this restaurant’s signature dishes, her eyes turned, and she saw Crispy Duck at the very bottom.
Crispy Duck…
Her favorite!
Generally speaking, only the few closest people around her knew her preferences.
She coughed lightly and asked casually: “Teacher Wei, do you eat duck?”
Wei Jin was clearly a bit absent-minded, his eyes frequently glancing at his mobile phone, only snapping back when he heard Jiang Ning’s voice.
He replied: “I’m fine with anything.”
Jiang Ning finally pointed at the Crispy Duck and said to the waiter: “Add one of this, and that’s it.”
The waiter took the menu and left.
Jiang Ning started chatting with Wei Jin: “Teacher Wei, do you have something on your mind? I see you’ve been looking at your mobile phone.”
Wei Jin then turned his mobile phone face down on the table: “Some work matters.”
Jiang Ning nodded in realization.
Wei Jin looked at Jiang Ning; their facial resemblance was practically 100%.
He couldn’t help asking himself, could there really be two identical people in the world?
Was the person who died ten years ago really Jiang Ning?
He had watched her being buried with his own eyes, into the cold soil.
But ten years later, she reappeared in his sight under the name Tan Qing.
Wei Jin’s hands on his lap involuntarily clenched tight, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
He kept his emotion steady and said slowly: “Miss Tan, you must have heard the rumors about me. Girls who get close to me don’t end up well.”
Jiang Ning propped her chin watching him and smiled at him: “I know.”
Wei Jin’s throat bobbed: “Then why do you still want to get close to me?”
Jiang Ning looked at him puzzled: “Didn’t I say it already? You’re my idol. I like you, so I want to get close to you.”
Wei Jin’s heart seemed to skip a beat; he murmured: “Like me?”
Jiang Ning nodded sincerely, thinking of past events with Wei Jin, and sighed: “I saw interviews about you, from a nobody to your current position. You must have been really hardworking these ten years, right?”
Shedding the immaturity of youth, even someone like Wei Jin seemed to have his edges smoothed, losing that eye-catching flamboyance, growing into a mature and steady adult.
Wei Jin’s gaze went vacant, seeing through Jiang Ning back to age eighteen, that cold New Year’s Eve Gala day.
He had taken a day off from the program team to see Jiang Ning, but ran into the depraved Xie Jingyan.
He knew Jiang Ning’s personality had changed a bit then, but Wei Jin thought it was fine. Even if she blocked him, even if she ignored him, Wei Jin didn’t mind, as long as Jiang Ning was safe.
He could endure all the shady dealings and injustices in the talent show, he could push forward with all his might, because he had only one thought in his heart: he wanted to be worthy of Jiang Ning. He was that foolish boy who had prayed to heaven and earth in the ancient temple, sincerely wanting to marry Jiang Ning.
He blinked lightly.
Eighteen-year-old Wei Jin seemed to step out of the scene and say to him: “Wei Jin, the future you has already lost qualification.”
Snapping back, Jiang Ning’s voice called: “Teacher Wei, why are you crying?”
Wei Jin blinked; was he crying?
His fingers lightly wiped his cheeks, somewhat wet and a bit cool.
His voice was a bit hoarse: “Maybe… because I’m too tired.”
He raised his eyes to Jiang Ning, his handsome face breaking into a smile: “Sorry, did I scare you? Being with you is the most relaxed I’ve felt in these years.”
Jiang Ning looked at him in silence.
She really couldn’t connect Wei Jin to the girl disappearance case.
Was he the mastermind or an accomplice?
Jiang Ning didn’t dare relax in front of him; she flashed a sweet smile: “Teacher Wei, if you’re tired, rest more. Even working hard, take care of your body.”
Wei Jin laughed out loud: “Thanks.”
The dishes were quickly served.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Ning didn’t know what to chat about with him, so she just ate heartily.
After finishing, Wei Jin excused himself to the bathroom. When he returned, he had put on his hat and mask, picked up the black cotton-padded clothes on the chair, and said to Jiang Ning: “Let’s go.”
Jiang Ning stood up to go pay, and as she reached Wei Jin’s side, he suddenly spoke: “Miss Tan, will you always like me?”
Jiang Ning was a bit puzzled but still nodded: “Yes.”
Wei Jin’s eyes hidden under the baseball cap curved into crescent moons; he smiled very happily: “Thanks. I’ll always love my fans too.”
Jiang Ning blinked, but Wei Jin had already left.
When Jiang Ning went to pay, she found Wei Jin had already paid.
She took out her mobile phone and cheekily added Wei Jin’s contact: “Teacher Wei, this meal was supposed to be on me. How could you quietly pay?”
Wei Jin had his hands in his pockets, his aura not as distant as at first; his voice carried a bit of ease: “It’s fine. You said you’re my fan. An idol treating a fan to a meal is no big deal.”
Jiang Ning still blushed: “One thing at a time. Anyway, I want to treat you back. Can I ask you out next time?”
Facing this face, Wei Jin couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
His heart felt sour and bitter.
Why…
Was there always just that little gap between him and Jiang Ning?
In his youth.
The person he fell for at first sight had, before him, met someone a hundred times better.
Ten years later, he had stepped into the abyss.
The person he thought of day and night stood vivaciously before him.
Holding his hand, smiling sweetly at him, even though he knew it was all an act by this girl in front of him.
Jiang Ning.
Even if you use the alias Tan Qing, I can still recognize you. It’s you.
Heaven didn’t favor him at all. If he could have met Jiang Ning a few years earlier.
Wei Jin thought, he certainly wouldn’t be like this.
This version of him even made himself sick.
He took a step back and refused stiffly: “No need to add contact. We shouldn’t meet again. Once is enough.”
Jiang Ning stared in astonishment at his change in attitude.
Wei Jin left without looking back.
Jiang Ning chased a few steps when a van sped by.
A hand suddenly grabbed her from behind, pulling her back as the car whizzed past in front of her.
Because of this delay, Wei Jin was already out of sight.
Xie Jingyan’s voice laced with anger sounded from behind: “Are you trying to die? It’s a red light now!”
Even without looking at the red light, that glaring light seemed to turn into a pool of blood, slowly flowing toward his feet.
He involuntarily tightened his grip, hugging the warmth in his arms tightly, his voice dry: “Jiang Ning, can you not scare me? I’m very afraid.”
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