Chapter 83 Ji Bei...cried?

“That’s right, I know that the marketing accounts have probably dug it all up.” Thinking this, Shi Yan’s voice became much lighter, as if she had let go of her burdens. “Luo Luo, as far as I know, what Gao Ming said… is… true.”

Even minutes after hanging up the phone, Jiang Luo remained in a daze.

"It's all...true."

"It's all...true."

...

Shi Yan's voice kept repeating in her ears.

What sustained her belief was trust; she believed that Lin Shuang had been framed and that Lin Shuang would not do such a thing.

But……

No buts!

She believed in Lin Shuang!

"Ding-dong."

It's news about Shi Yan.

[I forgot to remind you earlier, I suggest that you... under no circumstances should you provoke Gao Ming; she has evidence.]

evidence.

This word struck Jiang Luo like a chord.

Is the evidence meant to prove that Lin Shuang is a mistress?

How could Lin Shuang...

How did Shi Yan find out? Did her boss tell her?

She initiated a voice call, but Shi Yan refused to answer.

Then I received a message: "The news I've heard may not be true, and what you don't want to believe may not be false."

Putting down her phone and slumping back in her chair, Jiang Luo felt as if she were being peeled back layers of silk, her whole body limp.

The long street stretched on, with cars speeding along in an orderly fashion. The night grew ever darker.

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"bite."

The elevator arrived, and the door opened.

Three people came out.

Jiang Luo took a step back, staring blankly at Ji Bei's retreating figure.

The fact that Ji Bei was so familiar with the place suggests that this wasn't his first time here.

Stopping at the doorway, Ji Bei turned around and looked at Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo quickly replied, "Do you want me to call her?"

Ji Bei nodded.

Jiang Luo followed suit.

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

"I..." I'll try again.

Jiang Luo was about to speak when Ji Bei rang the doorbell. She shut up.

The doorbell rang one after another.

"Ding-dong."

"Ding-dong."

...

Visibly, with each ringing sound, Ji Bei gradually became irritable, his face flushed, and the clothes covering his arms gradually tightened, as if they were about to burst.

Jiang Luo silently took a step closer to He Ziyan.

I'm a little scared.

He Ziyan caught a glimpse of her, raised his hand, and stood in front of her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"I know you're here!" Ji Bei roared suddenly.

The pent-up emotions finally erupted at this moment, like the moment a volcano erupts, with flames bursting forth and firelight shining brightly.

Jiang Luo shuddered and her eyes widened.

The roar echoed in the corridor.

She was worried that the neighbors would come out and blame her, and she was also worried that Ji Bei was too sad. She wanted to persuade him, but as soon as she moved, He Ziyan pulled her back.

He Ziyan gave her a wink, signaling her not to stop him.

Jiang Luo held back.

Ji Bei shouted again, his voice hoarse: "You said you'd give me a chance to get closer to you, and now is that chance! You! You have to give me this chance!"

Towards the end of her speech, her voice trembled with tears.

Jiang Luo was stunned.

Ji Bei...cried?

The tall man's shoulders slumped slightly, his usually spirited head bowed, and his hand was still on the doorbell.

"I won't give up! If you don't open the door, I'll wait here for you! Until you..."

*Snap.* The door opened.

Inside the door, Lin Shuang's eyes were red and her face was deathly pale, like a Japanese porcelain doll.

The smell of alcohol hit me.

She looked at Ji Bei expressionlessly, like a god devoid of emotion and desire, coldly looking down on all things, and then said in a cool voice: "The people living next door are elderly and can't be frightened."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Bei rushed over and hugged Lin Shuang tightly.

With his strong arms outstretched, he completely enveloped the tall and slender Lin Shuang.

Lin Shuang froze as his long arms twitched. After a long while, she was finally melted by his warm embrace. She hugged him back and gently stroked his back, as if soothing a restless little animal.

"You scared me to death," Ji Bei said, feeling wronged. "I thought you..."

Lin Shuang didn't respond, but her stroking hand paused for a moment.

Looking at the two people in front of her whose demeanor was gradually going off track, Jiang Luo felt embarrassed and really wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.

She glanced at He Ziyan and frowned. Why did that guy have such an observing and learning expression on his face?

With a head full of questions to answer, Jiang Luo mustered her courage and asked, "Should we... go inside first?"

Although Lin Shuang responded with an "Mmm," she was completely buried in his arms and unable to move.

Jiang Luo: "Cough cough."

After Jiang Luo repeatedly reminded him, Ji Bei slowly loosened his grip, looking wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.

Lin Shuang, on the other hand, was like a puppet, devoid of any life.

They were in front, with Jiang Luo and He Ziyan following closely behind.

Lin Shuang's home is minimalist, just like her temperament, pure and unadulterated.

It's a bit messy, with fashion magazines scattered everywhere and wine bottles lying scattered in the living room.

This was different from the Lin Shuang that Jiang Luo had imagined.

In her imagination, Lin Shuang should be more refined, with every inch of her territory shining brightly.

The living room was cluttered and there was nowhere to step, so the four of them went to the dining table and sat down.

Jiang Luo and He Ziyan were on one side, while Lin Shuang and Ji Bei were on the other.

With her face buried in her palms and her long hair hanging down, Lin Shuang looked exhausted.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Luo couldn't bring herself to ask the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

Are you really the other woman?

Is what Gao Ming said true or not?

She looked around, and Ji Bei gazed at Lin Shuang with concern in his eyes.

He Ziyan seemed lost in thought and showed no inclination to ask any questions.

They came to find out the truth, but no one was willing to speak.

The four of them stood facing each other in silence.

This can't go on.

Swallowing hard, Jiang Luo took a deep breath. She was the only one who could break the silence: "Lin Shuang, I..."

“What Gao Ming said is all true,” Lin Shuang interrupted her. She didn’t look up, still burying her face in her palms.

This was her last shred of self-respect.

Jiang Luo was stunned.

It's actually true...

How could this be...?

Lin Shuang appears to be a proud and elegant person, like a black swan, so why would she do such a thing?

To Jiang Luo's surprise, Ji Bei did not react at all.

He seemed not to hear, still gazing at Lin Shuang with intense longing.

With clear and unwavering eyes, only Lin Shuang possessed such talent.

"Why..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Luo stopped abruptly. Why could she stop?

Because you like it?

Because of stimulation?

Whatever the reason, the answer will become a dagger aimed at Ji Bei.

"She's been drinking; let her get some rest."

Ji Bei's gaze swept over her seemingly casually, and Jiang Luo knew in her heart that he was issuing an order to leave.

She pursed her lips and held back again.

Ji Bei turned to Lin Shuang and said gently, "Go and rest."

Lin Shuang didn't move.

With a sigh, Jiang Luo said, "You stay with her for a while. We have to record a variety show tomorrow, so we'll be going now."

At this point, He Ziyan, who had been playing a supporting role the whole time, finally spoke up: "Hmm."

Lin Shuang remained silent.

Jiang Luo got up and hurried away.

Her mind was a mess, and all she wanted was to get out of there as soon as possible, find a place to calm down, and sort things out.

He Ziyan stood up and looked at Ji Bei.

Ji Bei waved to him.

As He Ziyan passed by Ji Bei, he patted his shoulder lightly and said in a low voice, "Call me if anything happens."

Ji Bei: "Okay."

Jiang Luo and He Ziyan left first.

Once inside the elevator, Jiang Luo stared blankly at the elevator door, looking lost and disoriented.

The mirror reflected her and He Ziyan's figures. The two stood tall and should have been evenly matched in terms of presence. However, Jiang Luo looked dejected and was crooked.

Suddenly, He Ziyan bumped her with his arm.

"Oh dear." Jiang Luo snapped out of her daze, looked at him in surprise, and asked irritably, "What?"