Liu Zhiyan listened, a look of surprise and confusion flashed across her face, lingering for about five seconds before gradually disappearing. She waved her hand with a smile, looking disbelieving: "Ling Ran, how could you not have a boyfriend with such good looks? Stop joking."
Ye Lingran chuckled, retracted her gaze, and turned to look at the computer: "I wish I was joking too, but unfortunately, that’s the truth, nothing can be done about it."
"Then... wasn’t that handso guy who ca looking for you the day before yesterday your boyfriend?" Liu Zhiyan thought for a mont, then leaned closer, full of curiosity, and asked her.
Ye Lingran glanced at her sideways, naturally knowing who she was talking about. In fact, she felt quite helpless about this matter. She had clearly explained to him, but he insisted that she had the right not to like him, and he naturally had the right to pursue her. Whether she agreed was her business, but pursuing her was his business. He also said not to feel pressured, and if his words or actions made her uncomfortable or offended, she could point it out directly, or continue to reject him, but he wouldn’t mind.
She had had many pursuers before, but none were as persistent and tenacious as him.
He had co to the studio to see her many tis, with invitations for als and outings, and gifts of bouquets and so on. Ye Lingran had declined them all politely, but he showed no signs of discouragent, and instead tried even harder to please her.
This was what caused Ye Lingran a great deal of headache. So, when he ca to see her again the afternoon before yesterday, Ye Lingran felt there must have been sothing wrong with her attitude, perhaps being overly tactful, giving him a chance for reversal. So this ti, Ye Lingran was very decisive in her refusal, and her attitude was no longer as gentle and friendly. Instead, she deliberately put on a cool and impatient deanor to reaffirm her true thoughts to him.
She admitted that he was a good man and worth dating, but an attraction like that was just so magical. She simply wasn’t attracted to him and had no intention of dating him. She also didn’t want to string him along deliberately because of this, so she decided to be a bit more heartless.
Hurting him now was a minor injury; if this continued, it might hurt him deeper, and that’s sothing she didn’t want to see.
Ye Lingran was silent for a few seconds, pursed her lips, and directly changed the subject. Her tone was mild, but the smile on her face didn’t fade: "Alright, stop gossiping. Wrap up what you’re doing, and let’s all get off work and go ho early! It’s getting a bit chilly now, so go ho early in the evening, don’t catch a cold."
"Okay." Seeing that Ye Lingran had no intention of continuing the conversation, Liu Zhiyan tactfully stopped asking further, nodded with a smile, and went back to her work.
anwhile, Cen Jin got into Jiang Baizhou’s car. As they drove out of Chunxi Road, Cen Jin propped her head with one hand, looked sideways, pondered a bit, and asked with a smile: "Hey, Jiang Baizhou, I just got a WeChat ssage from Lu Xize."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baizhou glanced at her without rushing to respond. It was only when the car stopped at the traffic light intersection that he turned his head to look and asked back: "He ssaged you?"
"Yes." Cen Jin nodded with a smile.
"What did he say?"
"He said I didn’t discipline you well and claid you’ve learned bad habits. You used to be so proper, but after marrying , you’ve picked up this habit of flaunting love. Do you think this is my fault? Is it my mistake?" Cen Jin pouted, pretending to be aggrieved, and looked at him with her beautiful apricot eyes.
Jiang Baizhou raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Don’t listen to his nonsense. How can this be your fault? And even if it is, it’s only because you’re too attractive. He is just suffering from a single man’s syndro. I’ll prescribe him so dicine at the clinic tomorrow, don’t bother with him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Jin couldn’t help but laugh: "Are you trying to make Lu Xize mad?"
Jiang Baizhou looked back at the road as the red light countdown reached zero and started the car again: "He’s gotten used to it over the years."
Cen Jin was speechless looking at him and suddenly rembered sothing Yu Feici had said a while back. She laughed again as she shared it with him: "By the way, a few days ago, Feici, Shi Shu, and I were chatting in a group, and she said sothing that stuck with . She said she especially wanted to ask you in person."
"What was it?"
"She said, isn’t there an old saying that goes, ’A rabbit doesn’t eat the grass by its own burrow?’ So how could you bear to make a move on ?" Cen Jin looked at him curiously, secretly eager for his answer. She felt that sotis fate and love are truly indescribable and particularly magical.
She was just a regular girl who hadn’t even experienced dating before becoming a married woman in a flash. So she was curious about many things, curious about his changes in feelings towards her and the initial reasons. Many such questions accumulated in her heart, but she understood that so things take ti to prove.
When Jiang Baizhou heard her question, he showed interest, expanding his pupils without a hint of doubt. Instead, he compressed his lips into a straight line, the expression on his face genuinely serious. His cool lips moved slightly, murmuring lightly, with a bit of ease and joy in his tone: "Nonsense, it’s clearly a case of ’the pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first,’ they don’t get it."
Cen Jin was stunned, innocently blinking her eyes, her mouth twitching slightly.
He’d now learned to talk nonsense with a straight face, not blushing or heart racing. Impressive, indeed if one has a thick skin, they are invincible.
Cen Jin was too lazy to argue with him over such matters. Ever since they started dating, she seed to have unlocked Jiang Baizhou’s other personality, gradually getting used to it.
After having dinner at a restaurant outside, they strolled around the nearby Central Street for a little while, driving back ho around eight-thirty.
As soon as they got ho, Cen Jin took a beige little blanket and sat on the sofa, turning on the TV to chase after the drama she’d been following lately.
Jiang Baizhou, having finished his shower, was drying water droplets from his hair as he ca out of the bathroom. Seeing her wrapped in a blanket, holding onto a fluffy pillow, he approached, resting one leg on the sofa, sitting sideways facing her. His long arm casually hung over the back of the sofa behind her, and he tossed the towel in his other hand aside, asking softly: "Cold?"
"A bit." She replied.
Jiang Baizhou glanced at the half-open floor-to-ceiling window, narrowing his eyes: "If it’s cold, why didn’t you close the window?"
"Ah, I didn’t notice." Cen Jin was engrossed in watching TV, her eyes not leaving the screen, responding absentmindedly.
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