Chapter 46 I want to make a long, slightly volatile kiss. ...

Undoubtedly, Liang Minghe misunderstood.

The two had not yet reconciled after their previous dispute, and now a new conflict had arisen, which was like adding fuel to the fire for Liang Minghe, who was still angry.

No, "adding insult to injury" would be a more appropriate description.

Zhou Jinqin never expected that the night breeze would be so cool in the sweltering heat of August.

She was stunned for a moment; her brain must have been shut down unconsciously for a long time. When she looked up again, the green light, which lasted for a minute and a half, had already started flashing, indicating that the countdown was entering its final ten seconds.

Liang Minghe was still waiting on the other side of the road, motionless like a deeply rooted tree, not even blinking, just gazing at the slightly helpless woman across the street with mixed emotions.

Zhou Jinqin knew she couldn't wait any longer; she couldn't remain silent any longer. She had to explain, in the most straightforward language.

She lifted her skirt and jogged across the street. Just as she crossed the last zebra crossing and safely stepped onto the pedestrian crossing, Liang Minghe abruptly turned away and left, not sparing her a single expression.

Without any "lifting" assistance, Zhou Jinqin suddenly realized how significant the 20-centimeter height difference was. She had already tried her best to take large strides to catch up, but the heavy bags she carried were holding her back, making it impossible for her to catch up with the man in her field of vision.

The two maintained a distance of two to three meters, like strangers. Zhou Jinqin was somewhat dejected and annoyed. She stopped to rest, panting and fuming, deliberately avoiding looking at the man's receding figure as if venting her anger.

"Sister, do you need any help?"

Suddenly, a boy who looked like a student bowed and asked her enthusiastically.

Just as Zhou Jinqin was about to wave her hand to refuse, she saw a hand with distinct knuckles reach out in front of her and snatch the bag from her hand.

"No need." Liang Minghe's voice was cold, as was his departing figure.

Zhou Jinqin didn't know when he realized she hadn't kept up, but she didn't have time to think about it. She just suddenly felt a little better.

She stood up and nodded to the young student in thanks: "Thank you, classmate."

He quickly chased after them again.

Whether it was because Zhou Jinqin had relieved some pressure, or Liang Minghe had intentionally slowed down, the distance between the two was greatly shortened this time, reduced to less than a meter—a relatively intimate social distance in the eyes of outsiders. But the intimacy between the two was reflected in this distance...

Zhou Jinqin followed behind Liang Minghe, and when she looked up, she could see Liang Minghe's broad shoulders and back. He was wearing a shirt today, which made him look even taller and longer, a perfect clothes hanger.

The only thing that seemed out of place with his image was the handbag he was carrying, which was filled with the band's freebies. Zhou Jinqin found it somewhat amusing, yet also felt a headache coming on. She stared at the fan with Jia Yang's face printed on it peeking out from the edge of the bag, and felt that the current situation was even more dire. She couldn't think of a better way to comfort him.

She was so preoccupied with her worries that she didn't pay attention to where she was going. She just followed closely behind Liang Minghe, unaware that she had arrived at her destination. It wasn't until she had reduced the distance between them to zero that she realized what was happening.

Zhou Jinqin clutched her aching nose, her eyes brimming with tears. Liang Minghe's gaze lingered on her face for a brief two seconds, but just as she was about to pout and unconsciously give in, he abruptly and stingily withdrew his gaze.

He opened the back door, roughly tossed his bag onto the seat, and then coldly got into the driver's seat.

Zhou Jinqin thought she had probably met a tough one, but she also understood his temper. After all, she hadn't fared any better when she misunderstood his relationship with Kang Na.

Besides, he has always been a difficult person to appease; otherwise, Liang Zongqiang wouldn't have made no progress in trying to win him over for more than ten years.

Zhou Jinqin sighed, comforting herself that at least she hadn't made the same fundamental mistake as Liang Zongqiang. As long as the misunderstanding was laid out and clarified, the conflict would probably cease to be a conflict.

Thinking this, she reached out to open the passenger door, and was immediately greeted by a burst of loud rock music, so loud that Zhou Jinqin had no chance to speak.

What's even more ingenious is that Liang Minghe deliberately played several of the Super Low Speed ​​Flight band's hit songs on repeat, as if he were simply replaying them for Zhou Jinqin, so that even if she had the opportunity to speak when the song was changed, she would be unwilling to speak.

Because it wasn't rush hour, the road home was clear, and the car quickly entered the underground parking garage of the residential area. However, Zhou Jinqin felt that the less than half-hour drive was like an eternity, and the playlist that she had previously found refreshing suddenly became grating and unpleasant to listen to.

Almost the instant the car stopped, she couldn't wait to unbuckle her seatbelt and jump out, to avoid further emotional torment.

Zhou Jinqin waited outside the car for a while, but there was no other movement inside. She opened the car door again to look, and the music inside the car had been turned off. Only the man in the driver's seat was still sitting there with a handsome but indifferent face.

She asked tentatively, "Aren't you planning to get off the bus?"

"Hmm," Liang Ming responded in a very indifferent tone.

"Oh..." Zhou Jinqin responded hesitantly, then went around to the back seat to get her bag. As she closed the car door, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

Liang Minghe's gaze finally settled on her eyes. The two looked at each other, silent yet with a hidden, raging fire burning within them.

He stared intently at her, his voice restrained but still chilling: "Don't worry, I definitely won't hug or cuddle with other women."

This was clearly a reference to her hug with Jia Yang just now. Zhou Jinqin was furious, her face turned red, but she couldn't say a word no matter what.

She's always been like this; she doesn't know how to explain or argue, and she's used to passively accepting whatever comes her way.

She hated her silence the most, but her mother was happiest to see her like this, silent and obedient, as if in this way she could see the ideal husband in her.

Zhou Jinqin bit her lip and slammed the car door shut.

The car paused for a moment, then drove away silently, and tears that could not be contained rolled down Zhou Jinqin's reddened eyes.

With a soft thud, large teardrops fell onto the petals and splashed everywhere.

The petals—it was a fiery red rose.

Zhou Jinqin was stunned for a moment before she finally remembered the source of the flower. It was just a free gift with the ticket, along with an acrylic sign for the music player and a raffle ticket that was yet to be revealed.

But it was precisely this flower's fiery red that reflected in Liang Minghe's gloomy eyes.

Zhou Jinqin's breath hitched. She realized he probably thought it was a gift from Jia Yang, which explained his anger. It was like adding insult to injury, leaving her with no way to explain herself.

Liang Minghe was in a bad mood and didn't want to listen to her anymore. Zhou Jinqin was holding back her anger but had no choice but to wait for him to calm down before continuing the conversation.

Besides, she is indeed exhausted, both physically and mentally, and is unlikely to say anything nice, so let's just wait it out for now.

She actually knew that she was running away, after all, she had never been good at dealing with such things.

For example, when dealing with her mother's hysteria, silence is always the best approach, but it is generally not suitable for someone like Liang Minghe. However, she really couldn't think of any new way to handle it.

Zhou Jinqin angrily threw the somewhat sluggish flower into the trash can, then pushed a large pile of scraps to the bottom of the can, forcibly putting these unresolved questions out of her mind.

Even after taking a shower, her mind was still a mess. After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Jinqin finally decided to seek help from outside.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. Xiang Ziqing's slightly sticky and coquettish voice rang out: "Celery baby, what brings you to call me so late at night?"

Before, Zhou Jinqin might not have understood, but now that she had experienced it firsthand, she immediately connected the dots and knew where Xiang Ziqing's voice came from.

Soon, the ambiguous panting of a male voice coming from the other end confirmed her guess.

"Xiang Ziqing, can you concentrate for a second?"

Zhou Jinqin glanced at the clock hands, which were nearing midnight, and her face instantly turned bright red. She quickly made an excuse to hang up: "Uh...it's nothing, the kitten just accidentally pressed it. You can continue with your work..."

She never expected that Liao Zhengqing, who said he would send Xiang Ziqing onto the plane, would actually pack herself up and send her there as well.

Now, feeling both ashamed and agitated, Zhou Jinqin's mind was in complete chaos. Unable to fall asleep, she simply picked up a medical weekly to while away the long night.

Around three o'clock, her phone rang; it was a call from Kong Feifei.

Zhou Jinqin answered the phone. The person on the other end apologized for disturbing her, and then asked hesitantly, "Did you and Liang Minghe have a fight?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Jinqin responded, then asked, "Is he with you now?"

Kong Feifei said, "He's drowning his sorrows in alcohol here; he's completely drunk."

Zhou Jinqin's heart clenched. She hurriedly got out of bed: "Could you please keep an eye on him for me? I'll come pick him up right now."

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. It's too much trouble for you to make the trip. I'll just call a driver to take you there." Even though she's single, Kong Feifei didn't forget to start comforting her. "It's normal for couples to argue. You two can talk it out later. There's nothing you can't get over."

He added at the end, "Okay, the person will be delivered to you in about half an hour. You can pack up now."

Zhou Jinqin glanced down at her loose-fitting pajamas, thinking she should change them. She nodded and thanked her, "Okay, thank you for your help tonight."

"It's nothing, we're all friends."

Liang Ming was quickly brought back.

He reeked of alcohol, but didn't need anyone's support, seemingly not as drunk as Kong Feifei described.

After thanking the driver and saying goodbye to everyone, Zhou Jinqin walked up to Liang Minghe, reached out to touch his flushed, burning cheeks, and softened her tone slightly. She frowned and asked with concern, "Why did you drink so much?"

Liang Minghe stared at her intently, and suddenly, the man who had been standing upright collapsed, crashing heavily into Zhou Jinqin's arms.

The pressure was just right, allowing her slender body to stand firm without collapsing.

Zhou Jinqin was held very tightly by him, so tightly that she was almost being kneaded into his body, making her want to cry out in pain.

But Liang Minghe showed no tenderness whatsoever, only tightening his grip on her waist. The strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body forcefully invaded every pore of her body. To be honest, it wasn't smelly, but rather a complex blend of floral and fruity scents. Zhou Jinqin guessed that he must have drunk a lot of different things tonight.

The smell of alcohol made her head spin, and her originally fair face turned red. She opened her mouth to say something, but Liang Minghe leaned down and captured her tongue.

It was a long, slightly irritating kiss.

Zhou Jinqin was held tightly by him, and coupled with her already shortness of breath, she quickly lost her strength, her body limp and almost unable to support herself, as if it was she, not Liang Minghe, who was drunk tonight.

The two of them fell onto the soft sofa together. Zhou Jinqin was pressed down by the man's heavy body, and the little air she had left continued to be taken away from her. Their lips and teeth were locked in a battle without end.

Liang Minghe only stopped the brutal fighting when Zhou Jinqin was so exhausted that she could barely make a sound.

He buried his head near her ear, and the hot breath from his lips made her want to beg for mercy.

He exudes an aura of domineering, ruthless, and unreasonableness, yet he speaks like a child throwing a tantrum, sounding incredibly aggrieved.

I hate you.

I hate you.

The man's long, dark eyelashes were covered with a layer of damp mist. They seemed to lightly brush against his face, yet felt as if they were scratching at his heart, making him tremble.

Zhou Jinqin's heart softened like a cloud. She raised her hand to touch his wet eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered even more wildly in her palm.

"Yes, you hate me, you despise me," she said in a hoarse voice. "Then will you take revenge on me?"

"Mmm." Liang Minghe lowered his head and bit her shoulder hard, saying clearly, "I will do it."

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Author's note: Thank you for the nutrient solution [panda head emoji]

So, can Xiaoming get the job? [doge emoji]