He's dead already?

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Mingjing's eyes.

An awkward atmosphere instantly filled the car.

"Master..."

Ji Kong looked at the patriarch with an indescribable expression. "You've blocked Miss Rongrong. Even if she calls you non-stop, you won't be able to answer. Isn't this a disguised rejection?"

No wonder Miss Rongrong hung up the phone after saying she understood the head of the family's meaning.

Ji Mingjing felt he understood Ji Kong's gaze, but he forgot when he had blocked her.

At this point, he stubbornly insisted, "Knowing when to back down is very good."

Ji Kong could only sigh heavily in his heart.

About forty minutes later, the Ji family.

Ji Mingjing walked to a fork in the road; his courtyard was on the right, but inexplicably he went to the left.

Ji Kong reminded him, "Patriarch, you've gone the wrong way. This is the road to Miss Rongrong's courtyard."

Ji Mingjing paused slightly, her tone cold: "You can stay silent."

"..."

Ji Kong was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed and quickly followed.

After taking a few steps, Ji Kong suddenly stopped.

The head of the household is not in danger in his own home, but he used to be a third wheel.

Ji Kong turned and went to the main kitchen to eat.

Ji Mingjing saw from afar that only one light was on on the second floor of Rongrong's attic, so it was impossible for her to be asleep so early. He subconsciously quickened his pace.

When I got downstairs, I found a lock on the door.

Ji Mingjing's gaze narrowed slightly. Had she gone out?

Suddenly, a clear, melodious voice came from behind: "I thought you had plans tonight."

Ji Mingjing turned around, raising an eyebrow at her: "Didn't I come?"

This means he has come to keep his appointment.

Rongrong smiled slightly, stepped out from the dark corner, opened the door, and gestured for the family head to come in: "Please come in, family head."

Ji Mingjing stood still: "Is tonight a family dinner?"

Rongrong didn't react at first, but when her eyes met his, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and changed her address: "...Brother Jin, let's go inside."

In an instant, Ji Mingjing's gaze sharpened.

Not many people knew his courtesy name, Zijin. Even Gu Si and Qin San didn't know it. This is because "Zi" is an auspicious title for a person, and "Jin" means beautiful jade. His grandfather said that he was even better than beautiful jade, a rare gem among men.

If Qin San knew this, he would definitely give him the nickname "Stinky King".

He knew that neither Gu Si nor Qin San had a courtesy name, nor did the other classmates, so he didn't mention his own courtesy name to anyone.

Hearing this from Rongrong's mouth now, Ji Mingjing felt as if he were in a dream.

Seeing that he was still standing there, Rongrong thought he was still not satisfied. She pursed her lips, afraid that he would turn around and leave, refusing to give her another chance. She had no choice but to utter a name from the depths of her memory: "Brother Jin".

Previously, she was Ji Xianli's fiancée, and he called Ji Mingjing "little uncle".

But that night he pinned her against the wall, biting her ear, and said he didn't like her calling him "Little Uncle" and asked her to change it. She didn't know what to call him and hesitated to speak. So he coaxed her to call him "Brother Jin" and said that Zi Jin was his courtesy name, a name that belonged exclusively to her.

If he still doesn't react, then he probably really doesn't like her anymore.

Rongrong thought pessimistically.

Sudden!

A flash of white light appeared in Ji Mingjing's mind.

Something suddenly exploded, breaking open the bundle of memories trapped in the darkness.

Those locked-up memories surged forth like a tidal wave.

The light from the lamplight in front of the attic shone on Ji Mingjing's face, making it appear pale, and his forehead was covered in layers of cold sweat.

Seeing this, Rongrong walked up to him anxiously and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Mingjing glanced at her with his eyes down, then pursed his thin lips and walked into the pavilion.

Rongrong stared at his retreating figure, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes.

Has he remembered, or hasn't he?

Ji Ming was in excruciating pain from the camera lens and said impatiently, "Aren't you going to come in and turn on the light?"

Rongrong immediately went inside, turned on the light, and said to him, "If you come straight here, go wash your hands first. I'll heat up the food, it'll be ready soon."

"Hmm." Ji Mingjing walked towards the bathroom.

He walked into the restroom, leaned against the wall, and let the storm of memories sweep through his brain.

After he had fully recovered, he turned on the tap to wash his face.

Perhaps he had been there too long, for Rongrong's concerned voice came from outside: "Are you alright?"

Ji Mingjing felt pretty good about herself.

"fine."

He walked out of the restroom, glanced at her, and headed straight for the dining room.

Rongrong followed behind him.

The dining table in the dining room was set with three steamed dishes, four stewed dishes, and one soup, all of which looked and smelled delicious, making one's mouth water.

Ji Mingjing glanced at it and asked casually, "Did you do all of this?"

Rongrong nodded slightly: "Yes, it's not very good. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Ji Mingjing said casually, "I ate all the food you cooked while I was in the hospital. Do you think I would make things difficult for my stomach? Being overly modest is just hypocrisy."

Rongrong: "..."

She was just being polite. Did she mean to say that my cooking is top-notch and that I should come and eat?

His mouth is really something.

It feels like we've gone back to how things were before.

As Ji Mingjing passed her, a faint smile appeared on her lips, but it vanished in an instant.

He sat in the main seat, ate slowly for a while, and suddenly asked, "What happened to the vandalism at Hua Rong Ju?"

Rongrong looked up at him.

Ji Mingjing said in an indifferent tone, "You don't have to say if you don't want to."

Rongrong said calmly, "It's just a misunderstanding."

Ji Mingjing: "What misunderstanding?"

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