49 What about you?

◎Will anyone deliver Shang Jingyi's clothes?◎

Liang Jingyi's tone was too serious, so Liang Youwei thought she would not arrive until ten o'clock in the middle of the night, but the door was opened at just eight o'clock.

"Why are you opening your mouth so wide? Are you surprised?"

After closing the door, Liang Jingyi, dressed in a cheongsam, walked over slowly and pulled the bewildered Liang Youwei out of the plush swing—by lifting her collar. With almost no effort, she stood up obediently and followed her skirt.

Liang Youwei was genuinely surprised. Before she could even compliment her on her beauty, she subconsciously asked, "It's only this late at night, the club just opened, right? Dad actually allowed you to go home? Also, have you eaten yet?"

"You know the answer but you still ask."

Liang Jingyi withdrew her hand and leaned against the wall. She looked away with a cold, weary, and lazy expression, answering only the questions she wanted to answer. "I've been pretending all day, and now I'm hungry."

Liang Youwei's tone was uncertain: "Then - I'll cook for you?"

Liang Jingyi readily agreed: "Thank you."

Liang Youwei: “…”

Resigned to her fate, she unplugged her phone's charging cable and sauntered out the door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Liang Jingyi followed silently, following in her invisible footprints.

Liang Youwei can certainly cook, but the quality and presentation of her food are average, barely enough to fill your stomach. But if you're lucky, the food can unexpectedly turn out quite good.

She thought Jingyi was very hungry and would definitely not be able to wait for her to prepare fancy dishes, so she simply picked up some noodles and kept things simple.

There seemed to be crab roe sauce in the refrigerator? Aunt Gu knew she liked it, so she made two jars before leaving.

There are also some greens in the small vegetable garden in the backyard. I'll pick a couple of them later. Jingyi looks like he needs vitamins.

Forget it, let’s heat up the lamb ribs left over from yesterday. She loves meat.

Beating eggs shouldn't be considered a technical job, I've done it successfully several times. Protein is very important and cannot be lacking;

Oh, and there's also some fruit for after-meal. We need to take it out of the refrigerator in advance. Jingyi ate a few extra cherries yesterday, so her appetite should be about the same today...

Liang Jingyi leaned on the black walnut solid wood island the whole time, supporting himself with his scaphoid bones. There was no expression on his face. He turned his head from time to time like a robot, and his eyes always followed Liang Youwei.

Wow, I didn’t know cooking noodles could be this busy.

She stared at him intently as if she was enjoying a show, laughing in her heart at the man's clumsiness, but her eyes were filled with unconscious tenderness, like an infinite pink ocean.

"Are you finally done, my little princess?"

A bowl of soft handmade noodles was brought to the table. Liang Jingyi first pulled a chair for her princess before sitting down with dignity.

The little princess wrinkled her nose and said, "You think I'm slow? Then do it yourself."

"When did I complain that you were slow? Which word did you read?" Liang Jingyi laughed, "At least tell me the evidence."

Liang Youwei snorted: "I can't argue with you, just eat quickly."

The person next to me was not polite and started mixing crab roe, and asked casually: "Did you eat dinner?"

She held her chin up and turned her head to stare at Liang Jingyi: "I've eaten."

Liang Jingyi: "What are you eating?"

Liang Youwei: "Hmm...it looks like instant noodles? There were a few packets left in the pantry, so I just picked a random flavor."

Liang Jingyi lowered his head to eat noodles, swallowed the first bite before speaking: "Do you want to add some dishes?"

Liang Youwei fiddled with the cherries and put the smaller ones on her plate: "With roast duck."

But she was too lazy to heat it up, so she just threw it into the instant noodles and ate it.

"Put some more next time—never mind, just wait for me to make it for you later."

Liang Jingyi stopped talking halfway and changed the subject.

Liang Jingyi ate very quickly. The more Liang Youwei watched, the tighter her brows furrowed. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and said, "Jingyi, can you eat slower?"

The man paused, his voice strangely cautious: "...isn't it elegant enough?"

She obviously didn't make any other noises. She would pay special attention to this every time she ate with Liang Youwei, as Liang Youwei hated people who smacked their lips while eating.

The girl was confused: "What does elegance have to do with it? Eating too fast is bad for your stomach. You're a top student, don't you know that?"

Liang Jingyi felt uncomfortable when she showed concern for him, and almost blurted out hurtful words: "No matter how high-achieving a student is, he is still your schoolmate, so it shows that he has no real value."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, regret welled up in her heart. She raised her eyes hesitantly and glanced at the person next to her.

But Liang Youwei is a very strange girl. She takes all her knives and never cares about them. Just like now, she holds her chin with both hands and smiles proudly: "Yes, no matter how high-achieving you are, you have to be tied to me. How do you feel?"

Facing her smiling eyes, Liang Jingyi felt her heart beating very fast. Her jaw was tense and she avoided looking away deliberately.

"……not bad."

“Hmph.”

Liang Youwei became proud again.

.

Maybe it was because someone usually liked to kiss, cuddle and hug too much, so as soon as Liang Youwei saw her coming out of the bathroom, she consciously prepared to put on qq underwear.

"No, what do you want this set for?" Glancing at the familiar style, Liang Jingyi held her wrist, frowned and asked, his collarbone feeling a little hot.

Liang Youwei was also puzzled. She touched her ear, looking innocent and calm: "Isn't that what you meant?"

Liang Jingyi was very dissatisfied with the image of herself in her mind, so she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't have a small head, how can I be easily controlled by a big head?"

Liang Youwei didn't understand the saying: "What's the big head and small head?"

Liang Jingyi was stunned. After a second, she helplessly held her forehead, but she didn't intend to explain this kind of man-related things to her. She just took the clothes from her hand and changed into the same nightgown as hers.

"You're not allowed to wear it anyway. Go take a shower."

Liang Jingyi had no intention of anything happening between her and Liang Youwei today. Ever since she joined the company, she had been extremely busy every day, whether it was love, work, or social interactions, and her exhaustion was increasing day by day.

This person was originally aloof and aloof, and due to her upbringing, she was particularly sharp-tongued. Now, not only was she forced to correct her behavior, but she also had to maintain elegance and grace at all times. This was truly painful and difficult for her, and she was so annoyed that she wanted to die.

"Jingyi! Why did you bite me?"

Just after applying the body lotion, someone next to her suddenly came over and bit her wrist. Liang Youwei was shocked: "Be careful, don't eat the body lotion, it's poisonous!"

Liang Jingyi let go of her hand without a care in the world, leaned lazily against the pile of pillows, and let himself sink into them, half-deadly replying: "I can't die."

"Can you please stop talking about life and death every day?" Liang Youwei couldn't stand it anymore. She straightened up and looked at the other person seriously. "Don't keep talking about life and death, okay?"

"...But sometimes I really have the urge to -, what should I do." Liang Jingyi looked up at her and swallowed the unpleasant word.

Since becoming a member of the Liang family, Jingyi has become more and more tired.

She had originally been full of energy, eager to make a breakthrough and rise to the top. However, she had been absent for twenty-one years, and the unspoken rules of the company were a challenge. Her high expectations for herself and the disparity between reality and her imagination left her exhausted and stressed.

Only when she was with Liang Youwei could she relax a little. No tension, no hypocrisy, no pretense, she could say whatever she wanted to say.

In short, she can tolerate everything she has.

Liang Youwei didn't understand what she was thinking. She only knew that Liang Jingyi looked very tired at this time, so she was also sad. She leaned into the soft pillow and stared into Liang Jingyi's eyes with some depression.

"Then let's try another method, okay? If you're confident, just tell me everything. I won't tell anyone else."

"OK."

Unexpectedly, Liang Jingyi agreed. Her gaze turned to the ceiling, slowly describing every detail. "But where should I start?"

Liang Youwei followed her gaze, worried that the strong light would hurt her eyes, so she pressed a button to turn off the headlights, and instead the row of yellow lights at the head of the bed lit up.

"All is fine. I want to hear them all."

"...Have you ever been to northern Jiangsu?"

Instead of mentioning Yixing as he expected, Liang Jingyi suddenly asked this question.

"Eh?" Liang Youwei was stunned for two seconds before she reacted and answered the question: "I've been there once or twice when I was traveling, but I just ate there. What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. You may not know that Shang Jia's family is originally from Suzhou. When I was in elementary school, we all lived in Suzhou. Later, something happened at home, so I found a way to move to northern Jiangsu."

Liang Jingyi spoke in a calm tone and explained the previous situation in a few words.

Liang Youwei was curious and turned sideways. "I've never transferred between two schools before. Is this easy? It sounds so easy when you say it."

They also had transfer students from other places in junior high and high school. He said that the process was extremely difficult and he relied on a lot of connections to get them in.

Liang Jingyi tilted his head, as if recalling the past: "It's not difficult, just writing an email. Business relatives are quite annoying, I don't want to see them, you know this."

The person next to him glanced over, her focus once again different: "So you could send emails in elementary school? That's impressive."

Liang Jingyi pursed her lips, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down. "It's actually not that bad. I just need to be able to type and list the data. It's not that troublesome."

The man sighed, "Really? I don't know why, but I find emails incredibly troublesome."

Liang Jingyi felt that her emails were different from her own: "So, did you send a very complicated one?"

She laughed cheerfully: "No, I haven't. I like using WeChat and QQ."

...this person.

Jingyi closed her eyes. After a moment's thought, she opened them and whispered, "You should still use email in the workplace. It's important to keep a record of everything you do. Don't leave everything to your subordinates. It's not easy for them, and you need to grow and learn, too, right?"

"Yeah, I know everything. By the way, what did you want to do by mentioning Su Bei just now?"

Liang Jingyi then realized that her attention had been diverted by this woman. She paused and reorganized her thoughts: "...It's nothing. You wanted to hear me talk, so I just said it casually."

"Oh, then go on, I want to listen."

"...In the beginning, I had trouble adapting to the climate there. The temperature dropped and rose so quickly, and I didn't even know what to wear. I remember it particularly clearly: during the transition from autumn to winter in my sophomore year of high school, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the next morning, frost bloomed on the ginkgo leaves. The temperature drop was so sudden, no one was expecting it. My classmates all called their families and asked their parents to send them warm clothes."

Liang Jingyi spoke calmly, as if speaking casually. She spoke in detail, but Liang Youwei didn't know what she was thinking about. A heavy feeling settled in her heart, and her smile gradually faded. She listened in silence.

The temperature there drops quickly and the weather is very cool.

Living in a place like that, wouldn't everyone be cold? Even someone as powerful as Jingyi is still just an ordinary human.

Will anyone deliver clothes to Shang Jingyi?

There must be no such thing.

Shangjia's parents passed away early. To escape those disgusting relatives, the young child wrote his own "recommendation letter", moved to another place based on his academic performance, and independently solved the problems of household registration and school registration. He always ate, dressed, lived, and traveled alone...

Liang Youwei didn't want to think about it too much, and she didn't dare to think about it too much.

The person who should have suffered all this suffocation was obviously herself, but by some strange mistake, it was the "rich lady" Liang Jingyi who was the one who suffered it.

Liang Jingyi should have lived a perfect life like her second sister and Lingyu, with confidence, happiness, nobility and fulfillment, instead of going through more than ten years of hard struggle and polishing her original character into an overly sharp one.

She felt guilty about her.

"...What about you?"

After a long time, Liang Youwei heard her own voice, "Jingyi, what should I do with your clothes?"

【Author’s words】

In fact, this chapter is one of the "heart-to-heart" of the Yiwei line. Liang Youwei actually really loves Liang Jingyi, but she didn't even notice it herself...

I know that some details need to be tasted by the readers themselves, but I really can't hold it in and must say it! I kneel down in advance and apologize for ruining the reading experience of the little angel orz (I'm so afraid that no one will discover my little ingenuity)

1. Liang Youwei cooks for herself—instant noodles and cold roast duck, just enough;

Liang Youwei cooked for Liang Jingyi—handmade noodles, beaten eggs, crab roe sauce, lamb ribs, small green vegetables, and fruit after the meal, everything was complete and nutritious.

2. Liang Jingyi's words were unpleasant, but Liang Youwei would automatically ignore them and was just happy to be associated with her (a twisted person needs a lover who can't be driven away? Maybe this is an analogy)

3. Liang Jingyi's recollections of the past weren't meant to play the victim. She was too strong-willed to feel miserable, nor did she bother to deliberately play the victim; she was simply stating the facts (unless she wanted to gossip). But Liang Youwei always saw her suffering first, felt sorry for her, tried to make amends for her, and loved her deeply.

Without further ado, Yiwei99, this chapter will drop twenty small gifts to celebrate [scatter flowers] (Speaking of which, small gifts can never be given out all the time, so everyone can leave anything in this chapter, at least don’t waste it)