Chapter 26: Putting the Play Together

Jing Ge's mind is not clear enough.

Uncle's handkerchief?

Hearing this, she hesitated, rummaging around in her bag, and finally pulled something out, grinning as she said, "I have another one."

"......"

Li Zhan's teeth were almost crushed.

"Do you want some?" Jingge even kindly asked, "Can I share a piece with you? Or should I go to my uncle's and get you another piece for you?"

Li Zhan forcefully gripped her hand, his tone accusatory: "Why did you collect his handkerchief?"

Jingge couldn't break free: "I won't tell you..."

Li Zhan pressed down on the stove, knowing she was drunk and illogical, so he changed his approach: "Why would he give you a handkerchief?"

"..." Jing Ge stopped struggling and tried to think, "You're telling me to get out."

Li Zhan: "I didn't tell you to get lost, it's just that you have a bad temper..."

Jing Ge kicked him directly in the shin with the tip of his shoe: "It's all your fault!!!"

"Holy crap..." Li Zhan was in agony. "What does this have to do with handkerchiefs?"

Jing Ge: "You're kicking me out."

Li Zhan: "I didn't..."

Jing Ge: "Your fault!!!"

Li Zhan: "."

Li Zhan: "Fine! It's my fault. Why did he give you a handkerchief?"

“I witnessed a murder,” Jingge said obediently. “I called you, and you told me to go die.”

"...Jing Gege, talk to me properly! Don't start rambling on about dramas just because you're drunk!" Li Zhan raised his voice, "I'm asking about your handkerchief..."

Jing Ge's voice was much louder than his: "It's your fault!!!"

Li Zhan: "."

So how long will it take before we get to the handkerchief thing?

Li Zhan closed his eyes, telling himself not to argue with a drunkard like her, and not to beat around the bush with her. He calmly asked, "Do you like my uncle?"

Jing Ge's thick eyelashes fluttered slightly: "Who is your uncle?"

“...Li Mushi,” Li Zhan stared intently at her, scrutinizing every subtle reaction of hers, “the owner of this handkerchief.”

Jing Ge: "My dad?"

Li Zhan choked up: "It has absolutely nothing to do with your dad...uncle!"

Jing Ge: "Who is he?"

Li Zhan rubbed his hair, thoroughly annoyed. He pulled up a family photo on his phone and pointed it out to her: "This one, do you see it?"

Jingge seemed to remember.

Li Zhan stared at her: "Do you like him?"

Jing Ge stared at it for a moment, then said very solemnly, "Hmm!!"

The person who sent her on a trip to Antarctica.

"......"

Jing Ge looked up from her phone and down at his face: "I like Uncle."

The color drained from Li Zhan's face instantly.

"And me?" he asked softly.

Jing Ge snorted and turned her face away: "I hate you."

Li Zhan choked on his breath.

"I have to go home," Jingge said, her voice filled with deep sorrow. "I've apologized, I have to go home..."

Li Zhan tightened his grip on her hand.

It was so tight that Jingge's bones ached.

She flung him away in pain, but Li Zhan held on even tighter. His eyes, belonging to the Li family, showed no warmth, only coldness and indifference.

“Jing Ge.” His voice was chilling.

Upon hearing his name called, Jingge fell silent for a moment.

Li Zhan: "I will not let go."

He retorted swiftly, "You can only marry me in this life, you can only stay by my side, and watch your uncle marry and have children, but the person by his side will not be you."

Jing Ge: "Mhm."

“You can’t have him, and you can’t have me,” Li Zhan said viciously. “I will not be loyal to you.”

Jingge listened, feeling drowsy, and stood there swaying unsteadily.

Li Zhan suddenly grabbed her and kissed her hard on the cheek.

Jingge opened his eyes.

Li Zhan's eyes darkened, and he was about to kiss her lips the next second.

Jingge screamed "Ah!" and started hitting him hard across the face, slapping him repeatedly.

Li Zhan gritted his teeth and swallowed back the curse words.

After breaking free of both hands, Jing Ge used both hands, and even though Li Zhan took the initiative to back away to avoid her, Jing Ge still staggered and slapped him, yelling, "You pervert! You pervert! You've dirtied me!!"

Li Zhan was furious: "I'm your husband, you idiot..."

Jing Ge slapped his mouth, which was always making noise.

After fanning himself, Jing Ge quickly ran to the roadside, bent down and got into an empty taxi, and said urgently, "Driver, run! Someone has drugged me!"

Li Zhan didn't even have time to react.

The driver floored the gas pedal and blasted the car away.

It left behind a trail of exhaust fumes and cold air.

Even after driving a long way from the bar, Jing Ge's phone kept ringing, all calls from Li Zhan.

Jingge shut down the device directly.

The taxi driver wiped his forehead: "I told you this bar wasn't a good place. Girl, look how dangerous that was. Don't go out so late next time."

“Master,” Jingge clutched his stomach, “I feel terrible.”

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said, "Don't throw up in my car."

Jingge: "I feel terrible."

Driver: "You can't vomit."

Jingge: "It hurts."

Driver: "Five hundred."

Jing Ge: "Then I'm not upset anymore."

driver:"......"

“I have no money,” Jingge grumbled. “I’m getting off.”

Driver: "You'd rather lose your life than your money?"

Despite her protests, the driver still drove to a brightly lit area and let her out of the car.

At least it's safer.

Jingge couldn't tell where he was; the sky and the ground were intertwined, and the streetlights overlapped.

Before me lay countless Van Gogh starry nights.

She felt unwell after fainting.

Jingge leaned against a tree and walked forward.

The rough texture of wood was under my palm.

We walked for a long time.

The surroundings seemed to have quieted down.

Jingge was tired, so he sat down and hugged a tree.

He wrapped his legs around the tree trunk, his arms around the tree trunk, and his forehead against the tree trunk.

Tears just started falling.

A car cut through the cold night wind and drove past on the street.

A moment later, the car slowly reversed.

Uncle Zhang couldn't believe it: "No way, it's pitch black, I can't even see her face, how did you recognize her as the princess?"

“I saw you during the day,” Li Mushi said, opening the car door. “Same clothes.”

"......"

The one sitting on the ground, hugging a tree and crying softly, was indeed Jing Ge.

The girl was curled up in a ball, hidden in the shadows by the tree, and could easily be overlooked if you weren't paying attention.

Li Mushi paused for a moment, then squatted down beside her and silently stayed with her for a while.

He was in high spirits during the day, but got completely drunk at night.

Li Mushi gently patted her head: "Jing Ge."

"......"

Jing Ge raised his moist eyes.

Her face was red beneath her messy hair, the tip of her nose was red, and she couldn't help but sob.

Li Mushi pursed his lips slightly: "It's cold outside, go cry in the car."

Jing Ge instinctively said, "I don't want your handkerchief."

“Hmm,” Li Mushi said without asking why, “Uncle Zhang has some towels.”

Jingge: "I want to go home."

Li Mushi: "Hmm."

Suddenly remembering something, Jingge lowered his head: "I'm not going home."

Li Mushi narrowed his eyes, his fingertips controlling the distance between them, and lifted a few strands of her hair.

The tone of his voice suddenly turned cold: "Who hit me?"

"..." Jing Ge was confused. "Li Zhan."

Li Mushi's eyelids twitched: "...He hit you?"

Jingge said, feeling wronged, "Mmm!"

"He..." Li Mushi tried to make sense of the situation, "How did he fight?"

Jingge pouted: "That's it, muah!"

Li Mushi: "."