"Congratulations!" Luo Xiaoqian’s tone lacked any hint of teasing, "Last ti, I thought carefully about the question you asked. You were right; it matters most who that girl truly loves. If she likes you too, I support you in pursuing her."
"That girl..." Jiao Yang walked up to the big screen, gazing at the still shot of her close-up, "is actually you."
On the other end of the phone, Luo Xiaoqian was stunned.
His voice was too somber, not at all like he was joking.
Five seconds later.
Jiao Yang burst into laughter, "Xiao Qian, did you actually believe that?"
Luo Xiaoqian’s heart imdiately relaxed, "Nice try, Casanova."
She knew he appreciated her talent, knew he initially wanted to recruit her to his company, knew he later considered her a friend... but she never believed that Jiao Yang could have that kind of romantic feeling for her.
However, for a mont just now, Jiao Yang was so solemn, uncharacteristically so, she almost believed him.
Luckily, it was just a joke.
Otherwise, she really wouldn’t know what to do.
"Alright, then that’s settled. Rember to treat to hotpot soti!"
"No problem, Old Beijing hotpot, Sichuan pot, Chongqing pot... you pick."
"Is that a promise?"
"It’s a date!"
After hanging up, Luo Xiaoqian sat down next to Leng Zimo, took the box onto her lap, and her gaze once again fell on the two bracelets inside.
The more she looked, the more the feathers inside seed like two half-spread wings.
"Zimo, do you know what this is?" she asked, smiling at the bracelets inside, "Jiao Yang said, it’s as if he’s given us his wings."
Leng Zimo’s gaze also landed on the pair of bracelets; in the daylight, the feather-like filants inside shimred with a soft golden light.
"Beautiful wings." He lifted his hand to her shoulder, hesitating slightly, "Let’s invite him over for hotpot at ho so day. I’ll cook for you two."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian’s face lit up with surprise.
Leng Zimo nodded gently, "Emperor View has always been competing with Asia View, or perhaps we could collaborate sohow."
He had been listening to her phone conversation the entire ti.
Even though he couldn’t hear Jiao Yang’s voice, he could imagine the general content of their phone conversation.
Having loved the sa woman so deeply, the person in this world who might understand Jiao Yang the best was probably Leng Zimo. Imagining how the other man must be feeling right now, Leng Zimo felt a stirring in his own heart.
Indeed, ever since the first ti the three of them had eaten together, he knew Jiao Yang’s feelings for Luo Xiaoqian were never a joke.
But that was Jiao Yang’s affair.
Before, as competitors, he naturally wouldn’t have pointed this out to Luo Xiaoqian.
Now, with the competition over, since Jiao Yang hadn’t said anything himself, he of course couldn’t say it for him. Besides, he knew Luo Xiaoqian well; if she found out, she might just end up blaming herself.
On the other end of the phone, Jiao Yang slowly lowered the phone, a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
"Angel? If I really were an angel, God surely wouldn’t joke with like this."
Confessing to a woman was sothing he had done too many tis, never once sincere, yet never once doubted.
This ti, the one and only sincere ti, turned out to be taken as a joke.
Perhaps this was God’s punishnt for his previous playboy ways!
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