A simple ’just friends’ already eased most of Leng Jian’s anger.
Seeing Zhang Lingying’s cautious deanor, Leng Jian instantly started to reflect on whether his attitude was too harsh just now.
"It’s my fault, I scared you. I was just worried that soone might deceive you."
"I know you an well for , I can feel it."
Zhang Lingying held Leng Jian’s hand and said earnestly, "I like it when you look after , like a real big brother. Grandma Dean and Dad have both said that only those who truly care about would worry about everything for ."
Besides, she wasn’t so easily frightened; she was just worried about making Leng Jian angry.
Seeing his anger subside, she imdiately smiled along with him and turned her head to continue helping Leng Jian organize the docunts.
Leng Jian stood behind her, noticing that she could already skillfully use the techniques he just taught her, his expression complex.
She was very smart.
Just like their mom and dad.
Leng Jian had never told anyone about his parents before.
But at this mont, he really wanted to tell Zhang Lingying, to let her know what kind of people their parents were.
"Would you like to hear about my family’s stories?"
Leng Jian’s voice was sowhat hoarse as he spoke.
"Your family?" Zhang Lingying’s hand holding the mouse paused abruptly, turning her head curiously to look at Leng Jian.
Leng Jian nodded, signaling for Zhang Lingying to turn off the computer first.
"My mom and dad were both senior technicians, and they t while working on a public project. My dad fell for my mom at first sight, but being a tech guy who only knew how to do his job, he had no idea how to confess to the girl he loved, so he wrote her a program. But he was so nervous that there was an error in the export display, and the picture ant to be a confession only showed halfway."
Leng Jian paused his voice, and Zhang Lingying asked anxiously.
"And then? Did he miss the first confession?"
"He didn’t."
Leng Jian’s lips curved slightly, "My mom’s personality was just the opposite of my dad’s; she was quite fiery. Upon seeing the half-displayed picture, she took the program directly to my dad, asking him to show her the result."
"..."
"My dad, being introverted and calm, blushed red when he saw his beloved chasing after him and couldn’t speak for a long ti. In the end, it was my mom who got impatient first and turned on the computer right in front of him, fixing the small program."
Even though they hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, they could almost imagine the scene at the ti.
His dad surely hadn’t expected that the girl he liked would see that confession right in front of him.
His mom surely hadn’t expected what she thought was an academic exchange would turn into a love confession.
The two eventually froze in front of the computer, looking at each other, their faces unconsciously blushing...
Leng Jian thought of this, and the scenes before his eyes beca sowhat hazy.
He hadn’t dared to recall much of his childhood for a long ti.
The year the family incident happened, his sister was too small to rember, but he could recall a lot.
His dad went through so much effort to gather the courage to confess, and once the paper-thin barrier broke, his mom didn’t say a word, covered her face, and ran off.
His dad thought he had no hope, remained in the company working overti, and didn’t expect that when he left late at night, he would see his beloved standing downstairs waiting for him.
Frightened, he thought he was hallucinating, not daring to speak for a while.
Eventually, it was his mom who beca anxious, rushing forward to ask him if he really liked her.
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