There is no one else but you.

VIP lounge in the business jet terminal of Jingting Airport.

Jonathan instructed Vasin to wait outside and to ask the ground staff to come back in half an hour if they reminded him to complete the border crossing procedures.

February is the off-season for air travel, and airport charter flight services are even scarcer. In the empty hall, only Jonathan and Jiang Songhe were present.

Jiang Songhe drove Jonathan and Vasin over early this morning. He barely said a word the whole time, only responding with some interjections to show that he was listening when Jonathan tried to start a conversation.

Jonathan thought he had broken another taboo last night because of shyness and embarrassment, so he deliberately sent Wasin away to create some alone time. But he still sat upright on a single sofa like a tree stump, without saying a word.

On the way here, Jonathan had already talked about every topic he could think of. Now, in less than half an hour, the two of them would be separated. Seeing Jiang Songhe's indifferent attitude, he was furious.

After poking the back of his head with her eyes for half a minute, Jonathan sighed and decided to reluctantly give in to and guide this older widow.

“Let me see…” Jonathan walked over, put one hand on his shoulder from behind and took out his phone from his back pocket with the other. He walked around the sofa to the front of the tree stump, plopped down in the middle of the tree branch, and showed the time on the screen with his neck outstretched. “You have 26 minutes left to give your farewell speech, President Jiang.”

Jiang Songhe glanced sideways at the crossed legs on the sofa armrest, then looked up at the four corners of the lounge ceiling. He then stuck his hands in the left and right, as if to lift up the top streamer, who had transformed into a coiled snake.

Jonathan rolled over and hooked his other arm up, turning Jiang Songhe's lifting posture into a horizontal embrace. Jonathan smiled triumphantly and tapped his tense back with the corner of his phone: "Don't look, there are no cameras here."

"That's fine too..."

"20 minutes, Jiang Songhe." Jonathan deliberately gave a few minutes less, his smile fading, but he manipulated the muscles around his eyes to force a pitiful smile upwards. "Aren't you going to say anything to me?"

Jiang Songhe curled her knuckles, stiffly picked up the person a little, and moved the plate back: "You, eat well and take care of yourself."

"Anything else?" Jonathan tightened his grip, nuzzling forward and offering his lips in a seductive tone, while inwardly urging her, "Hurry up and think of something, you blockhead!"

Jiang Songhe stared at Jonathan's slightly pouting lips and pursed them for a long time before finally managing to say, "Drinking less coffee is actually bad for your sleep."

This person was so talkative last night, shouldn't everything be practiced to become proficient? How come they've reverted to their old ways after just a few hours?! Or do they have to cry again before they'll listen?!

Unfortunately, Jonathan wasn't the type to cry easily. He tried making faces and straining, but sure enough, not a single tear appeared, and his patience vanished instantly.

"Tsk, I'm really something," he said angrily, letting go of her hand and tumbling off the sofa. "I give up!"

"Hey." Jiang Songhe grabbed a handful of air and then stood up.

"Hey, what are you? Hey?" Jonathan suddenly turned around, shoved Jiang Songhe back down with his shoulder, grabbed her neck, leaned in, and kneed her in the crotch area. "Will you miss me, hmm?"

Jiang Songhe was taken aback, then swallowed hard and said, "Mm."

Will you call me?

"Um."

"I have to get it done every day."

"Um."

"Can you come back to Maner to see me before March 5th?"

"Um…?"

"Only before the finals will it be clear that you're not just coming back for Song Yun, understand?"

"……Um."

Someone knocked on the door of the lounge. Jiang Songhe looked over first, but Jonathan grabbed her chin and turned her back.

Jonah, holding his fingers together, brought Jiang Songhe's hand to his waist, then pried open her mouth and sealed away her earlier words of experience.

Only when the knocking sounded again did he flick his tongue to break the crystalline thread between his lips, take the pad of his thumb from his chin, wipe the moisture from Jiang Songhe's lips, and say with a roguish air, "Stupid as hell."

Jiang Songhe did not refute, and slowly exhaled while leaning against the backrest.

Jonathan glanced at the time, got up from the sofa to drag his suitcase: "It's time, I should go."

Despite receiving a series of verbal promises, Jonathan's eyes suddenly welled up with tears when he couldn't get through customs and border control at the airport. The thought of seeing her again in almost half a month brought tears to his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Songhe follow, her nose immediately started to sting. Jonathan felt that she had perfectly captured the domineering persona just now, and that crying and whining was not cool at all, so she immediately turned her back and waved casually.

"Go back, you can't get it in there, there are too many people." He said, and went to open the door.

At that moment, the back of my hand was enveloped by a large palm, and the door, which had just been opened a crack, was slammed shut again.

Jiang Songhe hugged Jonathan from behind, but Jonathan immediately regretted it. He wanted to turn around so that Jiang Songhe would remember his current expression, so that he could insidiously make the other person unable to stop thinking about him.

But it didn't work.

Jiang Songhe held Jonathan's hand tightly to his side, his chin pressed against his neck, his leather shoes clamping his boots, making it impossible for Jonathan to turn around or turn his head. Jonathan was eager to come up with something wicked, but after a few attempts, he still failed. Just as he was about to protest, the tree stump finally spoke.

“After you go back…” Jiang Songhe squeezed Jonathan’s hands into two chicken claws, “You are not allowed to play that game with anyone else.”

"..." Jonathan seemed to suddenly not understand the porcelain language, and it took his brain a while to process what Jiang Songhe had said.

So, the mute guy was agonizing over this the whole time?! He gave her his first kiss, said "I love you," and doesn't he even have that much trust?!

Jonah, enraged, began to struggle defiantly in her arms. Unable to move above, she tried to move below; unable to move horizontally, she tried to lift vertically.

With a swift and decisive stomp on the leather shoe, Jiang Songhe hissed in pain and took a step back. Jonathan Xi turned sideways and used the toe of his boot to shove the foot that had helped Jiang Songhe regain his balance, slamming him against the door with a thud: "Oh, so what if I play around?"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Songhe's eyes. Jonathan glanced down at the two of them, trying to guess which move the other would make first. Jonathan hadn't won in their previous exchanges, but now that he was in the right and had his anger amplified, he was determined to get his revenge.

Ah, feet?

Old-fashioned.

Jonathan was on high alert, ready to avoid anything from his calf, but instead of lifting his foot high, he stepped down close to the ground. The distance was so close that Jonathan didn't notice the hand that followed.

I was careless.

Jonathan thought Jiang Songhe would retaliate by choking him, but the hand stopped halfway up and then reached over to grab him in the middle. Jonathan looked down in confusion when he was suddenly pulled forward a few steps by the waist.

Looking up, I saw that Jiang Songhe had a resentful expression on her face: "I'll be furious."

"..."

Jiang Songhe leaned over and bent Jonathan into a C-shape, then tugged at his waist at the point of emphasis: "Stop playing around, do you hear me?"

Jonathan suddenly felt a warm current rushing through him. If he kept resisting like this, he probably wouldn't be able to take off his coat and go through customs in a dignified manner. So he pried open the steel clamps and iron arms, crawled out of his clothes, transformed into a traveling tomato, and pushed open the door to leave the lounge.

Jiang Songhe maintained his bent-over posture, like an ice sculpture, his inner monologue: "I feel like punching someone."

A few minutes later, his phone rang. He answered it and heard a sly, carefree laugh coming from the receiver. He straightened up and decided he didn't want to hit him anymore.

"There is no one else, only you, baby."

-

On Mr. Tang's private jet.

Jonathan gently touched the slightly painful teeth marks on his collarbone through his coat, then lowered his hand and took a lunchbox from the insulated lunch bag in his arms. Pushing aside the licorice candy jar on the table in front of him, he placed the lunchbox on it, opened it, picked up a piece of warm baked pumpkin with egg yolk with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.

tasty.

The taste of "home" has changed from a mixed, cold, oily flavor to a soft, chewy, and sweet taste.

Half a month shouldn't be that long or that difficult.

When they meet again, he will give him a grand surprise that will help him share his burdens.

Seven months later, he will let him know that he is willing to share in his glory.

After settling his affairs, Vasin handed Jonathan a delicate wooden box. Jonathan licked his fingers, took it, saw what was inside, carefully placed the box on his lap, wiped his hands thoroughly, and then reached out to touch it again.

Inside the wooden box was a palm-sized conch shell, resembling a knight's sword, a beating heart, a fish in a wedding dress, and an orange rose.

It's that rose-shaped conch shell that was made into a brooch.

There was also a card at the bottom with a message written in neat handwriting.

“To Janus,

I wish you freedom and happiness.

Love from

Yuan Xiao

Jonathan kissed the card with delight, clutching the gift in his hands, but his smile quickly faded with regret. He glanced up at Vasin, who stood by the table with his hands at his sides, and complained, "Why did it take you so long to give me something so important?"

If he could just get it before boarding the plane, he could make up for the regret of not being able to go to Bincheng and personally deliver the conch to Jiang Songhe.

“Yesterday, you and Jiang…” Vasin scratched his rough, dark face, stammering as he finally managed to squeeze out, “It was very late… so…”

“Forget it.” Some provocative fragments flashed through his mind, and Jonathan’s ears burned as he immediately interrupted, “It’s not too late to give it to him when he gets back.”

Seeing that the useless big guy was still standing there without moving, Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "What are you still standing here for? Go contact the company and confirm the announcement after you arrive in Manr!"

"Oh." Wasin nodded and moved to the back seat to do as he was told.

Jonathan examined the conch shell closely, growing more and more fond of it, and a smile returned to his lips. He hoped that this gift, imbued with such a beautiful meaning, would also bring his wishes to fruition.

“I’ll be waiting for you in Man’er, Jiang Songhe.”