Chapter 135: Like Jiang Ning
Jiang Ning waited for about two minutes, but no one came to open the door.
Huh? Not home?
Jiang Ning raised her hand and continued knocking: “Xie Jingyan, Xie Jingyan, are you home?”
The next second, the door was forcefully opened, and Jiang Ning’s wrist was gripped by the person inside.
Xie Jingyan, with messy black hair, had resentment heavier than a ghost’s: “You hate me that much? If you want me to drop dead suddenly, then you don’t need to make up that 100,000, right?”
Jiang Ning saw two glaring dark circles under his eyes and felt a bit guilty for a moment: “No… I have something to talk to you about.”
Xie Jingyan released her and gave her a meaningful glance: “Come in if you have something to say. I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense at the entrance.”
He yawned and turned to walk inside.
Jiang Ning: “…”
She really didn’t want to go in, but she needed something from Xie Jingyan, so she kept a safe distance from him.
Jiang Ning saw him turn and enter his room, so she hurriedly followed. Then she saw him flop onto the bed and naturally sink into the quilt.
Jiang Ning: “…”
Standing at the entrance, she looked at him with a complicated expression.
Too relaxed, buddy.
He didn’t even treat her as an outsider.
Just like that, fresh and lively, he continued sleeping right in front of her.
She hesitated to speak, wanting to say something but afraid to disturb Xie Jingyan’s sleep.
His hoarse voice sounded: “What time is it, Jiang Ning.”
Jiang Ning checked the time and honestly said: “Ten o’clock.”
Ten o’clock…
He went to sleep at six, and had only slept four hours when Jiang Ning came again!
Why was she coming so frequently?
Xie Jingyan didn’t sleep well, painful.
Seeing he wasn’t speaking, Jiang Ning stood until her legs ached. She shuffled over quietly and sat at Xie Jingyan’s desk.
She lowered her head and glanced at the open laptop pressed under her elbow, covered with problems from every subject, neatly arranged.
Her name was prominently at the top.
Xie Jingyan’s strokes were very heavy, the force leaving traces on the paper. He even drew a circle around it, highlighting it, just like… secretly drawing a circle to curse her.
Jiang Ning had a face full of black lines.
This buddy really hated her, even doing this kind of occult curse!
No wonder she had been so unlucky lately.
Jiang Ning was about to flip to the next page.
A large palm heavily pressed on her hand. A fresh soap scent assaulted her nose, the warm touch on the back of her hand flowing along her skin. The half-enclosing posture made Jiang Ning feel embraced, adding a hint of ambiguous air to the room.
Jiang Ning slowly looked up, her doe-like eyes looking at him, full of confusion.
Xie Jingyan looked down at her, the room’s curtains drawn, very dim. His whole person seemed hidden in the darkness.
Jiang Ning’s heart jumped to her throat, already preparing to accept this buddy’s top-tier sharp-tongued baptism. Her guesses weren’t limited to him blaming her for touching his things—after all, Xie Jingyan’s impression on her was that of a troublemaker who liked to scowl.
A perfectly good person, but he had to have that mouth!
Who knew he just calmly pulled out the laptop, his tone rising: “Want to do problems now?”
Jiang Ning: “…”
Xie Jingyan took away the laptop, pulled a test paper from the drawer, and spread it in front of her: “Coming to find me early in the morning just for study—Jiang Ning, you’ve really made something of yourself. Come, do it.”
Jiang Ning was dumbfounded: “You said everything yourself—what do you want me to say? Also, when did I come to find you for study! I’m not stupid; weekends are for playing.”
Xie Jingyan sat back on his bed again, leaning against the bedside cabinet. He placed the laptop by his side and lifted his eyes: “Come to play with me? I’m a rigid person; my personal world only has study and sleep. Take a look and pick one at random.”
Xie Jingyan looked tired: “Finish the test paper and I’ll get up, or watch me sleep until I wake up—pick one.”
Jiang Ning: “…”
She was almost forgetting why she came.
Suddenly remembering the main topic, she hurriedly said: “I’m not here for study; I’m here to ask about Su Wanyuan.”
Xie Jingyan tucked in his quilt corner and closed his eyes to reply: “She’s not hiding in my quilt; you got the wrong place.”
Jiang Ning stepped forward to his bedside, somewhat speechless: “Who asked that! Do you know Su Wanyuan’s contact info? Or where she’s staying lately—can you tell me? It’s urgent.”
Xie Jingyan turned over, seemingly annoyed by Jiang Ning’s noise: “I’m not her dad; I don’t care where she stays. Anyway, not at my house, and I deleted her contact, or I’d be harassed.”
Jiang Ning: “…”
Then she came for nothing.
“Then I’ll…” She prepared to say goodbye.
Xie Jingyan interrupted her: “But I can help you find her—premise is finish the test paper, then call me to get up.”
Jiang Ning: “???”
Was all that was left between them study?!
Jiang Ning felt heartbroken—this study maniac.
But with Su Wanyuan missing, the police also looking with no clues and no surveillance footage found, Jiang Ning was somewhat suspicious: “Really?”
“Don’t believe me? Turn left out the door, no send-off. Also, quietly do it; I’m going to sleep.”
After Xie Jingyan spoke, even breathing sounds came.
Jiang Ning glared at the back of his head, huffed, sat at his desk, picked up the pen, and started viciously writing.
“If you don’t take me to find her, I’ll beat you!” After threatening, she turned on the desk lamp and focused on writing.
The entire room was quiet, only the “swish swish” of the pen tip on paper.
Xie Jingyan lay on his side, eyes open in the dim environment.
His hand touched the laptop, straightened the page with exercises, and lightly flipped to the page Jiang Ning almost reached.
In the same position on the previous page, he had written two words: like.
Connected, it was “like Jiang Ning.”
By the time he came back to his senses, he had already finished writing.
The soft desk lamp cast Jiang Ning’s slender shadow on the wall, as if Xie Jingyan could touch it by reaching out.
But this was ultimately a reflection.
Xie Jingyan reached out and gently tore off the page with “like.”
He crumpled the white paper into a ball in his palm, then shrank into the quilt, covering half his head.
When reason fights sensibility, when turbulent floods breach the dam.
When he sticks to his original intention, but her shadow always appears in his subconscious.
Do you know what the subconscious is?
That’s the depths of the human heart that can’t be reached; it only appears in your dreams. Repeatedly dreaming of one person is actually you telling yourself you miss her.
Why think of her so frequently?
Because he likes her.
Xie Jingyan gripped the paper in his palm tighter and tighter.
Clear mind and pessimistic emotions overlapping.
His original purpose was to ruin the Jiang Family and send Jiang Ning to hell.
Could he still hold to his original heart?
No more.
It changed from the moment his purpose to ruin the Jiang Family left Jiang Ning behind.
But with the Jiang Family bankrupt, as the mastermind, could he still be accepted by Jiang Ning?
Who would like an enemy?
If he gave up the plan, what would await him?
Sick sister, elderly grandmother, and that huge medical expenses—life pressing on half his back, not letting him fall, just barely standing.
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