anwhile, Di Mingchen’s mood was far from calm on his way back.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. The swirling smoke clouded his eyes, and he found himself a bit confused.
He thought Nangong Ran had figured things out and wanted to draw a clear line with him, which was why she personally ca to the camp to return his belongings.
Moreover, she threw it on the ground, like discarding worthless, disdainful trash. Honestly, it made him feel very hurt and sad.
The dal might not an much to her, but to him, it was imnsely important.
It was his glory, a testimony and reward for his blood and tears on the battlefield, yet she fiercely threw it on the ground.
He didn’t bla her, he just felt sad.
Amidst the sadness, he was happy, and after the happiness, he felt utterly lost.
The sadness was because she threw away the dal like garbage, the happiness because she made the final decision, and the loss because her decision was to draw a line with him.
But...
He never expected that she would co to his matchmaking today, and her arrival was so high-profile.
Actually, this was both within and beyond his expectations. What he didn’t foresee was Nangong Ran proclaiming sovereignty in front of a group of ladies.
She said, I ca to tell them, you, Di Mingchen, are mine.
Such a domineering statent, it suited her character very well. Thinking of this, Di Mingchen couldn’t help but curl his lips upwards. He didn’t know why, but recalling that sentence made him feel inexplicably delighted.
But after she said those words, she ran away, looking quite pleased with herself, and even showed him the middle finger.
Whether she showed the middle finger or not didn’t matter to him, he just felt a bit puzzled. Hadn’t she already given up?
Di Mingchen couldn’t quite figure it out, so he simply decided to call Nangong Ran.
Hearing the phone ring, Nangong Ran was driving. Seeing it was Di Mingchen, she imdiately lifted her foot from the gas pedal and pressed on the brakes.
She slightly narrowed her eyes, staring at the three characters on the phone screen, unable to answer for a while.
It wasn’t until the incessant honking from behind woke her up.
Nangong Ran pressed the gas pedal again, feeling extrely hesitant, unsure if she should answer. What if Di Mingchen said sothing that would embarrass her? She really didn’t know if she would have the courage to make up her mind to be with him.
The car continued driving, the phone kept ringing, and Nangong Ran felt very conflicted and torn.
Rather than saying she didn’t want to answer, it was more accurate to say she was a bit afraid to answer, afraid he might say, Nangong Ran, don’t be like this. I’ve already said I only see you as a sister, behaving like this will only make dislike you!
Or worse, say sothing even more hurtful.
The phone rang for a long ti, but she didn’t pick it up. Di Mingchen’s eyes dimd slightly, since when was it that even she was unwilling to answer his call?
The call disconnected on its own, and Di Mingchen tiredly leaned back in his chair, thinking, Nangong Ran, tell , what should I do about you?
While imrsed in his thoughts, the phone unexpectedly rang again. Di Mingchen quickly opened his eyes and picked it up imdiately, but it wasn’t Nangong Ran calling.
His heart instantly felt imnsely disappointed, and Di Mingchen answered the call, "What is it?"
The caller was Di Mingzhe, and he asked directly, "How did the matchmaking go today? Did any girl catch your eye?"
Di Mingchen rubbed his forehead, "No."
"So, will you keep going on these matchmakings?" Di Mingzhe asked.
"No," Di Mingchen replied, his voice thick with exhaustion.
On the other end, Di Mingzhe fell silent, and after a mont, he spoke, "Second brother, have you heard the story of worrying over nothing?"
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