Chapter 68 68 "This ring will only belong to you."...

Many days have passed since He Shiyi's birthday party, but He Jingsui's words often linger in her ears, and she is often distracted by them.

The scenes of that day flashed through his mind. The man's red eyes, his broken emotions, even his tired and hoarse voice. Chen Zan could almost remember every detail.

She pursed her lips. It was the first time she felt this way.

After they separated, He Jingsui's life was not as good as she had imagined.

My mind was a mess, and my guilt towards him was particularly heavy.

It was impossible to work in this state. Chen Zhan picked up the mug on the table and went to the tea room to make coffee. Before it was done, Xiao Tao came running to him in a hurry.

"Sister Zhanzhan! Sister Zhanzhan!"

"What's wrong?"

"There's another handsome guy out there looking for you!"

Chen Zhanqian frowned.

Xiao Tao said, "He said he wants to order a painting from you."

It turned out to be a customer.

Chen Zan asked her to take him to the lounge first, and she said she would come later.

Xiao Tao nodded and agreed. Before leaving, she didn't forget to gossip with her, "This handsome guy is even more handsome!"

“…”

"He's a different kind of handsome than Jiang Yu! He's so handsome and full of energy..."

Seeing her so infatuated that she was on the verge of tears, Chen Zhan couldn't help but curl his lips and tap her forehead. "Xiao Tao, can you please focus on the order? They're here to collaborate on the painting, not to show off."

Xiaotao also wanted to, but she couldn't control herself. She pouted and said she wouldn't do it next time.

Chen Zhan didn't finish making the coffee, so she put the cup down and rushed to the lounge.

Her high heels tapped the ground crisply, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she was about to walk into the lounge.

But when she saw the person inside at the door, the gentle smile froze on her face.

He Jingsui lazily leaned against the sofa. His simple outfit, a white T-shirt and black pants, made her feel as if she had returned to the past. He lowered his gaze slightly as he flipped through the album in his hand, a collection of her representative works from previous years.

The bones are three-dimensional and the lines are deep, even if it is just a side profile, it is extremely beautiful.

Her gaze shifted to his face, and she inadvertently saw the ring on his finger.

She recognized the ring. It was a little thing he bought from a street stall. It was also the men's version of her ring.

Chen Zan thought back to that day, and the words he had asked him, and his heart felt like it was being pulled violently.

She was in so much pain that she stood at the door in a daze, not daring to move.

Until, he looked at her with a faint gaze.

Chen Zhan subconsciously clenched his hands.

"Aren't you coming in?" The man's voice sounded, his tone light, as if he really just came to her to order a painting.

Chen Zhan quickly gathered herself together and walked over stiffly, sitting down on the sofa directly across from He Jingsui. After all, there had been a deep and unforgettable relationship between them, and Chen Zhan couldn't treat him as an ordinary customer. Her mind was in a mess, and she looked up at him, unsure how to start.

He probably thought of this too, and didn't give her the chance to speak. He kept flipping through the album, patiently admiring each painting, as if he was patiently observing her paintings over the past five years. He casually commented, "Your paintings are quite good."

Chen Zan whispered thank you to him.

Then silence fell again, and the only sound in the room was the sound of him slowly flipping through the animation book until he had finished reading it all.

Closing the album and putting it aside, he raised his eyelids and looked at the woman sitting opposite him. Five years was really a long time. She had changed a lot. Her youthful face had become more mature, and every eyebrow and eye was so vivid and beautiful, attracting his attention more than five years ago.

He Jingsui looked at her straight. The person he had been thinking about day and night for five years was sitting opposite him, but now he had no reason to hug her.

He suddenly curled his lips and smiled, "Why aren't you talking?"

Chen Zhan pursed his lips and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "I heard from my assistant that you want to order my paintings?"

"Yeah." His voice was lazy, and his eyes stayed on her face. "Why? No?"

"I don't think I have any paintings that are suitable for you." Chen Zhan still wanted to distance herself from him. But He Jingsui ignored her and said, "I just saw it and I think it's suitable."

"Miss Chen," he said, sitting on the sofa with the air of a wealthy man, completely unconcerned about everything, "could you please negotiate the price?"

Chen Zan froze and didn't move.

He Jingsui suddenly chuckled, "Are you worried that I can't afford the fees?"

Chen Zan really wanted to use this excuse to politely reject him.

But He Jingsui always managed to be one step ahead of her. "You can name any price, I can double it."

“…”

All roads were blocked by him, and Chen Zan had no choice but to agree.

She reluctantly compromised with him, "What kind of painting do you want?"

He Jingsui told her, "Decorative painting."

"Be a little childish."

The decorative painting Chen Zan was easy to understand, but the sentence he followed, "a little childish", left her confused.

Until she was taken by He Jingsui to the site where decorative paintings were needed. It was a shooting range, or more precisely, a children's shooting range.

At ten o'clock in the morning, there were many children in the shooting range, aged about five to ten years old. They carried guns in a serious manner and learned shooting under the guidance of shooting coaches.

Chen Zan looked around and saw many parents waiting outside.

His gaze finally shifted to He Jingsui beside him. There was a lot of confusion and doubt in his eyes.

Until He Jingsui told her: "I own this shooting range."

There was still confusion and doubt in Chen Zhan's eyes, but this time he just smiled and didn't continue to explain. He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and said to her, "Let's go, I'll take you for a walk."

The shooting range has two floors, and the shooting areas on the two floors are different. Chen Zan found that the shooting area on the second floor is larger than that on the first floor, and the children there are also older.

He Jingsui then said that the second floor is a professional training place specially provided for children who need to participate in competitions.

After taking her for a walk, the two returned to the first floor.

Chen Zan probably knew why he ordered the paintings. It was for these children. He wanted them to learn shooting happily.

First of all, a relaxing atmosphere is a big prerequisite. I have to say that he was very thoughtful and tried to change the environment to relax their nerves.

Perhaps it was the smiles on the children's faces and their small figures that made Chen Zan loosen the huge rock pressing on her chest. She agreed to cooperate with He Jingsui and promised to complete the painting within a week.

But He Jingsui didn't mean to rush her. "There's no rush. Take your time."

He looked at her, his words full of meaning, "I've waited for you for five years, so this little bit of time is not a big deal."

His words made Chen Zhan's heart overflow with emotions. She knew what he was hinting at. Avoiding his burning gaze, Chen Zhan swallowed.

I told him, "Let's stop here today. I have something else to do, so I have to leave first..."

After she said that, she turned and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." He Jing called her.

He Jingsui walked over slowly and stood in front of her. He took out a ring from his pocket, which was exactly the same as the one on his hand.

He returned the ring to her, "It's yours, I left it behind before."

The ring was warm from his grip, and it burned the skin around it as it lay in her palm. Chen Zhan's eyelashes trembled, and the pain in his heart began to surge again.

This ring carries a lot of memories between them.

Chen Zhan took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. His voice trembled slightly, "Take it back."

"What?"

"Take the ring back." Chen Zhan said, "It's yours. It doesn't belong to me anymore."

She really knows how to touch people's hearts.

He Jingsui did not do as she said, "But I have already given it to you. What is given to you is yours."

"Chen Zhan," he called her, "this ring will only belong to you."

"If you don't want it anymore, just throw it away. You don't have to give it back to me."

There was a trash can right next to them, but Chen Zhan didn't throw it away in the end. She closed her five fingers, held the ring in her palm, and left there in a depressed mood.

He Jingsui just stood there and watched her leave. Only after she disappeared did he look away and his gaze fell on the trash can next to him.

She curled her lips and chuckled, and he knew she was reluctant to do so.

Just as he was about to walk in, a little girl with two pigtails suddenly ran over. She hugged his legs with both hands, tilted her head back and looked at him with her big watery eyes.

"Brother, are you single?" she suddenly asked.

He Jing was amused. He squatted down to be at eye level with the little girl. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he asked lazily, "What?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled, and she said happily, "That girl just now was so pretty. I want her to be the owner of the shooting gallery so I can see her often."

He Jingsui was amused by her innocent words, and his shoulders were shaking with laughter. He relaxed his lazy brows and pinched her cheek playfully, "Kid, where did you learn that?"

"On TV," the little girl told him, "a lot of pretty girls on TV become boss ladies. My mom told me that boss lady means the boss's wife. Brother, you own the shooting range, so that pretty girl will be your wife in the future."

He Jingsui was still laughing, but he told her, as if he was talking to a tree hole about his five-year sadness, "But my brother did something wrong and made her angry."

The little girl said innocently, "Then you should go and apologize to her. Our teacher said that if you do something wrong, you are not a bad kid. If you correct your mistakes and apologize in time, you will be a good kid again. That girl won't be angry with you forever."

"Yeah?"

The little girl nodded heavily, "Yeah."

He Jingsui rubbed her head and thanked her with a smile, "Thank you."

He stood up and turned his head to look in the direction where Chen Zhan left. The sun was bright and the light was dazzling. Chen Zhan's slender figure could not be erased from his mind.

The heart that had been silent for five years and was even on the verge of death seemed to be revived at this moment by the spring breeze.

…

In fact, Chen Zan still had a lot to ask him. She wanted to ask him why he opened a shooting range. At his age, it was the golden age for shooting athletes. Why didn't he stay in the national team?

She couldn't ask. She was afraid to face those bloody answers and afraid of He Jingsui's nonchalant expression when he mentioned these things.

She didn't know what he had been through, and she didn't even dare to touch him.

But his heart was restless, and this feeling reached its climax when his eyes fell on the ring on the table.

Still unable to hold on, she called He Shiyi.

He Shiyi told her, "If you don't want to do it anymore, what else can you do?"

It was a casual remark, but it made Chen Zan anxious, "Why doesn't he want to do it anymore?"

It was obvious that in a world competition two years ago, he defeated a powerful player led by Coach Robert and became the world champion.

He Shiyi didn't know the details either. She rarely cared about He Jingsui's affairs. "Zhanzhan, I'm not too sure about this either. He never tells us these things."

"You know my brother. No one can change the decision he makes."

Chen Zan's mind was shrouded in doubts without a definite answer. He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. This state seemed to have returned to five years ago.

Something about him was like a small thorn in her throat.

She couldn't help but care.

Chen Zan sat up from the bed, took the phone next to the pillow, and sent a message to He Shiyi.

[Chen Zhan: Shi Yi, can you do me a favor?]

He Shiyi was still awake and replied quickly. [He Shiyi: What's up?]

Chen Zhan's fingers trembled as he typed the words, [Chen Zhan: Can you help me make an appointment with Jiang Qiannan?]

His heart was beating like a drum, and He Shiyi did not reply to the message.

Chen Zan bent his knees and buried his face in them, his strong heartbeat and slow breathing being heard in his ears.

The wait was long, so long that it felt like a century to her.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated in his hand, and Chen Zhan saw the message from He Shiyi: [He Shiyi: We have an appointment. Tomorrow afternoon at 2:00, at the Roman Holiday Café.]

The heart that had been hanging in the air finally fell down. Chen Zan breathed a sigh of relief and said thank you to her.

It was too late, so the two sisters didn't chat much. They put down their phones and lay back in bed. Chen Zan turned sideways and looked at the dark night outside the window. Her eyelashes trembled, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next day at two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Zan arrived at the Roman Holiday Café on time. Jiang Qiannan arrived earlier than her. When she got there, he had even ordered coffee.

The last time they met was at He Shiyi's birthday party. They didn't talk, but Chen Zhan knew how much he rejected her. This time, he agreed to meet her, probably because of the pressure He Shiyi put on him.

He still had a sour face, and his whole body showed his dislike.

Chen Zan knew clearly why he disliked her so much, and she did not object to him meeting her with such an attitude. At least this way she would feel better.

Sitting across from him, Chen Zhan forced a smile and greeted him, "Long time no see, Jiang Qiannan."

He ignored her greetings and went straight to the point. His voice was cold, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to ask you about He Jingsui..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Jiang Qiannan's sarcastic sneer.

Chen Zan was slightly startled, seeing the teasing look on his face.

"Chen Zhan, do you think you are still suitable to say this?"

Her fingers clenched at his words.

Jiang Qiannan asked her aggressively, "Are you concerned about him? Or do you simply want to see him laugh?"

"That's not what I meant." Chen Zhan was a little flustered and quickly waved his hands to explain, "I just..."

Halfway through her words, she realized that she had no right to say that.

She changed the subject abruptly, "Jiang Qiannan, I know you have a problem with me, but..."

Jiang Qiannan interrupted her and said without mercy, "It's good that you know."

"Ask yourself, how good was Asui to you during the time you were dating?" He said this with a pained look on his face. "He loved you so much, and he would be heartbroken if you suffered even the slightest injustice. But how did you treat him..."

Every word he spoke hurt Chen Zan's heart. The scar was opened and thick blood flowed out.

She then realized that none of them had gotten over what happened five years ago.

Later, Jiang Qiannan left, and before leaving, he did not forget to leave a message: "Stay away from He Jingsui in the future, and don't hurt him again."

Such sour emotions accumulated in her chest, and when she returned home and entered the room filled with He Jingsui's portraits, they burst out like a flood.

She stroked the portrait of He Jingsui's eyebrows and eyes, bitter tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and Jiang Qiannan's words rang in her ears over and over again.

Guilt and heartache filled her sour heart.

The crying voice was so unclear that it couldn't form a sentence. "He Jingsui..."

"Have you had a hard time these years?"

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The author has something to say: Don’t worry, they will make up! It will be a super super sweet reconciliation!