??Chapter 112: 106: The contradiction intensifies, Xie Shang loves too greedily (two updates combined_3)
Chapter 112: 106: The contradiction intensifies, Xie Shang loves too greedily (two updates combined_3)
“What am I to you?”
Wen Changling didn’t understand his suddenly changing emotions and answered, “Boyfriend.”
“Do you treat
as your boyfriend?”
So, was this an accusation?
She didn’t speak.
“Why didn’t you say you went to the Zheng family’s wake? Why didn’t you say it was Zheng Lvhua who hurt you?”
Why should she say anything?
Wen Changling didn’t understand, “It’s not a big deal.”
Xie Shang always catered to her every need and hardly ever pressed her like this, “Then tell , what is a big deal?”
Wen Changling couldn’t answer this question either.
“You’re unwilling to tell
the trivial things, will you tell
the important ones?” In his last shred of reason, Xie Shang told himself not to overreact, to stay calm for Miss Wen, to be patient. He tried to moderate his tone and emotions, “You always keep your schedule to yourself, never telling
who you’re going to et, what you’re going to do.”
Always making
wait.
Wen Changling pulled her hand away which he had been holding. At the funeral ho, she had encountered the person she least wanted to see and couldn’t suppress the irritation in her heart, “Why should I tell you?”
She had no desire to share, she hated being scrutinized, she had too many secrets.
She was never the Little White Rabbit, she had thorns all over: “I was like this before I dated you. If you can’t accept it, you shouldn’t have started with .”
One was cool-headed, the other was anxious and fearful of loss.
This was the contradiction, the inequality in their feelings.
Xie Shang fell silent for a long ti, softening his tone, “Let’s not fight.”
Wen Changling made a noise of assent, “I’ll go back first.”
Xie Shang walked behind her, several tis lifting his hand, but never touched her.
They returned to their respective courtyards.
*****
Where did he put the dication left over from last ti? He actually couldn’t rember; his good mory had been ssed up by a few words from Wen Changling.
“Bang!”
He pulled the drawer too hard, and it ca out completely, spilling the dicine bottles inside, which shattered on the floor.
The sll of the dicinal liquor instantly filled the room, the scent was so pungent that it could numb one’s sense of sll instantly.
Xie Shang stopped all his actions and stared blankly at the glass shards on the floor.
The phone on the table had been ringing for a while.
Xie Shang walked over to answer it.
“Why did you suddenly leave?”
From four to eight o’clock, Noon Ferry was holding a perfu exhibition at the Imperial Art Gallery.
As a senior perfur, Xie Shang should have been at the gallery. Because of a call from Gu Yihuan, he had disrupted all his plans.
“Sothing ca up suddenly.”
He Dongzhou could tell that Xie Shang’s mood was off, “Are you coming back or not?”
“I’ll co over later.”
Xie Shang hung up the phone and called Gu Kaiyun, “Kaiyun, are you at the dical clinic?”
“I am.”
“I’m heading there now.”
Xie Shang grabbed his car keys, suddenly rembering the past couple of days.
He had said to Wen Changling, “You have the day off the day after tomorrow, do you want to go sowhere with ?”
Miss Wen had been pruning and watering her Hooked Cymbidium at the ti.
“Where to?”
“The Noon Ferry perfu exhibition.”
“Where will it be held?”
“Imperial Art Gallery.”
Xie Shang seldom attended public events, but this ti, when He Dongzhou asked him if he would go, he thought of Wen Changling. He wanted to take her with him, to let his friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and strangers see his Miss Wen.
“Will there be a lot of dia?”
“Hmm.” Xie Shang said, “If you don’t want to show your face, I won’t let them publish your photo.” He could even keep the dia away entirely if she preferred — he was indifferent, and everything could be adjusted for Wen Changling.
She carefully trimd the overgrown and disorderly branches: “I won’t go.” she said, “I don’t understand perfu, nor art.”
But Miss Wen, I am inviting you, to step into my world.
Xie Shang’s response at the ti was: “Hmm, if you don’t want to go, then let’s forget it.”
Xie Shang first went to Gu Kaiyun’s place and didn’t arrive at the art gallery until almost seven o’clock.
Xie Shang did not enjoy socializing. He Dongzhou was organizing the perfu exhibition — the grass outside the venue wasn’t as crowded, quieter than inside. The displays were outsourced to the gallery, and the lighting was well arranged. The light cast on the display tables made the variously shaped perfu bottles project all sorts of shadows on the ground and walls.
Not many people knew Xie Shang was Noon Ferry’s senior perfur; he was quite content to be at leisure, finding a spot where there were few people and sitting quietly.
He needed to think about so things.
He couldn’t help but think of Wen Changling.
People always liked to ask him if his perfus had a story, why others couldn’t imitate them.
The truth was, there were no stories; he rely had a talent. With a fine sense of sll, good perception, aesthetics, and market control, he concocted fragrances casually.
He wouldn’t turn his own stories into products; his stories were ant to be collected by certain individuals.
For example, his Miss Wen Changling.
“President Xie.”
Soone ca to disturb the peace.
Xie Shang nodded slightly, showing little interest in conversation.
The man led a girl over: “This is an artist from our company.” The man patted the girl’s shoulder, “Yanyan, go on and toast President Xie.”
The girl was an actress, seemingly quite popular.
She had appeared in Su Nanzhi’s movie “3913.”
“President Xie, I toast to you.”
There was alcohol on the adjacent table.
Xie Shang did not get up; remaining seated was impolite, but tonight, he had no desire to cater to irrelevant people: “I’m driving, no drinking.”
The girl showed good sense, smiling freely: “I’ll drink then, President Xie, please feel at ease.”
Xie Shang was looking at a bottle.
Noon Ferry’s perfu bottles were not designed by him. The bottles had their own designer, who He Dongzhou had brought in at a high price from abroad. This designer’s style was quite bold and expensive; he could inlay an entire gemstone onto a bottle. The pieces exhibited today were all limited edition or one-of-a-kind, which were only produced as single bottles, carrying significant value for collectors. So bottles’ production costs were absurdly high.
He Dongzhou was a complete profiteer, with the sharpest business acun: “Only when it’s expensive will people scramble for it, if it’s cheap, it won’t match their status.”
The bottle looked like a hedgehog; there was a gemstone on the belly of the hedgehog, and the rest were spikes.
Xie Shang thought of Wen Changling.
The man gave the girl beside him a look, and she approached: “President Xie.”
Xie Shang stood up: “Please make yourselves comfortable.”
He took the hedgehog perfu bottle with him.
No one would stop him, Noon Ferry was a very private enterprise, and everything on display at this event belonged to Xie Shang and He Dongzhou personally.
Xie Shang found a patch of grass, lit a cigarette, clenching it between his teeth, and examined the bottle in his hand, turning it over and over. The hedgehog bottle was indeed prickly.
The cigarettes were sothing he had bought on the way there.
“Sir,” a gallery staff mber approached to remind him, “smoking is not allowed here.”
Today really wasn’t going his way at all.
“Sorry.”
Xie Shang put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.
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