"Alright, stop acting! Sit down and let’s talk." Xia Jing didn’t hug Zhang Zhentian; instead, she sat directly on the chair in front of the computer desk in his bedroom.
Hearing Xia Jing say this, Zhang Zhentian felt a bit awkward; he hadn’t expected Xia Jing to see through his act so quickly.
Zhang Zhentian sat on the bed, looking at Xia Jing.
"So, Zhang Zhentian, what do you want?" Xia Jing opened with this question, catching Zhang Zhentian off guard.
"Xia Jing, can you, can you please not leave ?" Zhang Zhentian asked cautiously with the words that weighed on his heart. He looked at Xia Jing, wanting to see her expression upon hearing this from him.
"Oh? Zhang Zhentian, when did I, Xia Jing, ever say I would leave you?" Xia Jing replied nonchalantly to Zhang Zhentian. Initially, her words made him quite happy, but it was what she said afterward that left him utterly embarrassed.
"Zhang Zhentian, could it be that you really have so special relationship with Li Jiayuan? You keep saying you love , but you treat my words like they’re nothing. Is this the love you speak of? If this is your love, then sorry, I can’t bear it!"
Hearing Xia Jing say these things, Zhang Zhentian felt aggrieved inside, but he didn’t know how to refute her, so he could only brace himself and listen.
"Zhang Zhentian, I want to ask you, do you think Xia Jing’s demands are too high or what?"
"No, I absolutely don’t think your demands are too high!" Zhang Zhentian said nervously to Xia Jing. Every ti he argued with Xia Jing, he would feel it was because her demands were too high and that’s why they argued.
"Really not?" Xia Jing seed to see through Zhang Zhentian’s nervousness and asked him again.
Zhang Zhentian was quite worried inside. He thought to himself: Xia Jing won’t see through what I’m thinking again, will she? If Xia Jing finds out I really have complained about her high demands, I don’t know how angry she’ll get.
"No!" Zhang Zhentian still would not admit it at all.
"Hehehe..." Xia Jing looked up at the ceiling and let out a few cold laughs, then said to Zhang Zhentian, "Zhang Zhentian, Zhang Zhentian, even after I ask you like this, you still won’t tell the truth. I’ll give you one more chance; I want to hear the truth, not your lies!"
Seeing Xia Jing’s bloodshot eyes, Zhang Zhentian knew he had angered her. He understood that the only way to resolve this was to tell the truth, but he also knew that if he admitted he thought her demands were too high, Xia Jing would undoubtedly be furious. Zhang Zhentian felt troubled: if he told the truth, it would be bad, but if he didn’t, it would still be bad. He really didn’t know whether he should tell the truth or not.
It seed like Xia Jing had magical eyes that could see through everything. Seeing Zhang Zhentian’s hesitation made her unhappy, and she slapped the table, looking at him with her already bloodshot eyes, preparing to leave. Seeing Xia Jing’s actions, Zhang Zhentian panicked. As she was about to walk out the bedroom door, he rushed over and grabbed her.
Zhang Zhentian finally chose to speak the truth: "Xia Jing, I admit that during our argunts, I indeed thought your demands were too high!"
"Zhang Zhentian, is it so hard to tell the truth? Why can’t you be straightforward with , your girlfriend? Why keep guessing?" Xia Jing shook off Zhang Zhentian’s hand.
Panicked, Zhang Zhentian pulled Xia Jing into his arms and kissed her directly. Xia Jing struggled in his embrace, but Zhang Zhentian wouldn’t let go. Zhang Zhentian kissed Xia Jing so passionately that in the end, she had no choice but to surrender to him!
Afterward, Zhang Zhentian released Xia Jing, whose face had turned a deep red. Zhang Zhentian seized the mont and said to Xia Jing, "Xia Jing, please forgive , okay? I swear, I’ll never lie to you again. Let’s be together forever, okay? Never leave in this lifeti, okay?"
Blushing, Xia Jing responded to Zhang Zhentian with a soft "Mm!"
Zhang Zhentian let out a sigh of relief, finally having reconciled with Xia Jing!
"Actually, deep down inside, your mother’s true love has always been your father. I, your father, once did things that hurt him deeply, but he never gave up on your father. Perhaps everyone’s path ultimately leads to different places; as they walk along, people forget what the path they desired most once looked like. Even I am like this.
User Comments
0 comments from readers