"Ranran isn’t that kind of person! There must be so misunderstanding here!"
His goddess was pure and flawless, dignified and graceful, polite and courteous. Among the socialites, she was outstanding; even his mother would praise her beauty and manners endlessly.
Would she deliberately make things difficult for a car chanic? Ridiculous!
But words from anyone else wouldn’t be credible; spoken by Cui Jiangjing, he lacked the courage to accuse him of lying.
Compared to them, who have yet to formally take over the family business, Cui Jiangjing’s status is like the difference between Gu Ran and Gu Linxi; they’re not on the sa level at all! He had no reason to deceive them.
He could only wonder if there was so misunderstanding in the middle.
Cui Jiangjing’s eyes, playful yet smiling, fell on Gu Ran, who was pretending to be oblivious. "Gu Ran, tell him whether we have a misunderstanding."
Gu Ran had never disliked the sycophant beside him so much. His white face covered in shaful blush, wishing to find a hole to crawl into, he bit his tongue and stamred, "Zhang Zhihao, stop it... Let’s go... You only feel comfortable if you embarrass . I’ve told you, she’s my sister, we’re fine. Why do you insist on making trouble between us?"
"I didn’t. I just..." The young boy couldn’t handle this injustice, his eyes reddening.
He just wanted to stand up for her! To stick up for her, he didn’t even think about Cui Jiangjing! How could she think he couldn’t stand her being well?
With a flushed face and a thick neck, he looked at his beloved goddess with grievance and sadness. His sincere yet hurt gaze made Gu Ran avoid eye contact, quietly shifting his sight. Softening his tone, he said, "Zhang Zhihao, let’s go. I don’t want to stay here anymore."
"But..."
"Please, let’s go."
The goddess lowered her stature and pleaded bitterly, Zhang Zhihao reluctantly suppressed his anger and turned to Cui Jiangjing.
"Mr. Cui, we’ve apologized like you said. Can we leave now?"
The love of teenagers is always passionate and fearless, even facing setbacks, their first thought is to protect the person they like, even if that person disappoints their affection.
Cui Jiangjing’s gaze quietly fell on him. One could see his affection for Gu Ran; silently, he thought of himself. In fact, he and Zhang Zhihao were similar, both liking soone and not getting a response. But at least there was one point where he was better than Zhang Zhihao. The woman he liked wasn’t soone like Gu Ran, fake and pretentious; Gu Linxi in all aspects was better than Gu Ran. Independent and self-reliant, she was worth liking!
Zhang Zhihao misunderstood him for not speaking and looking at him with a deep gaze—thinking he wasn’t willing to let Gu Ran go, he quietly clenched his fist and turned to Gu Linxi, apologizing with restraint and grievance, "Ranran’s cousin, we know we were wrong, shouldn’t have spoken badly of you behind your back. I apologize on her behalf, hoping you don’t hold it against us. Sorry!"
It was evident that he had the spirit of youth, yet he lowered his head and apologized for Gu Ran.
This sincerity alone was countless tis more genuine than Gu Ran’s earlier timid apology.
Cui Jiangjing left the decision to Gu Linxi, turning to ask her, "Sweetheart, what do you say?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)