Chapter 22 His Adam's apple

Throughout the entire afternoon, Lu Jin didn't say another word to Xia Zhen, nor did he even glance at her.

Xia Zhen reflected on herself. Had she gone too far with her teasing?

But she quickly found the answer: it definitely wasn't her fault; he was just too easily amused.

When school was over, Lu Jin packed his things at a leisurely pace. Recently, his schoolbag had been filled with many things that didn't belong to him. Most of these things were food, and they were all given to him by her under the pretext of "repaying a debt of gratitude."

Someone gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

The girl said softly, "You really aren't going to talk to me anymore? You won't see me for the next two days."

Lu Jin stopped packing his schoolbag.

Xia Zhen sighed again, "The family driver is coming to pick me up today, and I won't be back until next Monday. One day is 24 hours, two days is 48 hours, 48 ​​hours is 2880 minutes, which is 172800 seconds..."

She held her face in her hands, looking at his profile, and sighed deeply.

Lu Jin knew she wanted him to say something, but he slowly packed up the book without saying a word.

Xia Zhen sighed again, her voice filled with indescribable sorrow.

Lu Jin packed up all the books and zipped up his backpack. In the classroom where everyone else had left, his movements sounded rather jarring.

Someone grabbed his arm.

Lu Jin lowered his eyes and looked over.

The girl looked at him pitifully, her eyes, brimming with tears, were misty and hazy, making her both adorable and pitiful.

Lu Jin thought of the little white cat she kept; it would act pitiful like her when it did so.

Xia Zhen shook his arm. "I'm going to be gone for two days, not half a day, not a day, but two whole days!"

Yes, that's taken way too long.

Lu Jin remained unmoved, simply watching her quietly.

Xia Zhen blinked, took one of his hands and placed it on her head. Her big, watery eyes stared intently at him, beautiful and alluring.

He finally couldn't hold back and said in a low voice, "I will...miss you."

He spoke those last two words with particular difficulty and in an extremely soft voice. If Xia Zhen hadn't been so close, she wouldn't have been able to hear what he said at all.

Xia Zhen was stunned, then said with a shocked expression, "I thought you would say you would wait for me to come back."

To my utter surprise, he actually said he would miss her.

Lu Jin belatedly realized that a blush of shame was slowly spreading across his fair skin.

He tried to explain, "You misheard me, I just said..."

As the girl rushed over and hugged him, his voice abruptly stopped.

"Lu Jin, you're so adorable." Xia Zhen looked up and smiled like a bewitching little devil. "When I'm not around, you absolutely mustn't fall for someone else."

With the girl leaning against his chest, even though he wanted to maintain a cold attitude, the pounding of his heart betrayed him.

Lu Jin stiffly reached out to push her away.

She smiled, her eyes narrowed.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Xia Zhen straightened up and touched the place she had been longing for.

It's his Adam's apple.

Lu Jin tensed up and instantly lost his ability to react.

Xia Zhen's mischievous idea worked. She stood up, grabbed her schoolbag, and ran outside. Of course, she didn't forget to bring the bunch of little yellow flowers. "Don't push yourself too hard when I'm not around!"

Before she could finish speaking, she had already vanished.

In the empty classroom, only Lu Jin remained.

He remained silent for a long time, and after a long while, he raised his hand and sluggishly touched his neck.

With a "snap".

The boy in the wheelchair leaned down and lay face down on the table.

His white, tousled hair couldn't hide his ears, which were so red they looked like they could drip blood. Beneath his quiet and indifferent exterior, his light-colored eyes flickered incessantly.

It was like a stagnant pool that has now been stirred up into a raging storm.

Xia Zhen skipped and hopped out of the school gate, where a black car had been waiting for her for a long time.

Seeing Xia Zhen's happy expression, Uncle Zhao asked, "Miss, what good thing happened?"

"I just ate a really delicious piece of chocolate."

Uncle Zhao laughed and said, "Is it really just such a small matter?"

He didn't pay much attention to the flowers Xia Zhen was holding. Such simple and inexpensive flowers couldn't possibly have been given to her by a boy. Perhaps she just picked a few flowers by the roadside when she was bored.

"This is no small matter. Finding a chocolate that tastes good and suits my taste is not an easy task."

Uncle Zhao didn't seem to mind. "If Miss likes it, then we'll buy more in the future."

"Hmm." Xia Zhen got into the car, stroked her chin, and said meaningfully, "Such delicious food, of course I have to eat more."

Unfortunately, Xia Zhen's good mood vanished immediately after she discovered that there was an uninvited guest at the Xia family home.

Aunt Fang returned to the Xia family home before Xia Zhen. Knowing that Xia Zhen and Song Heng's relationship was a bit off, she said to Xia Zhen somewhat awkwardly, "Young Master Song arrived at the Xia family home very early, saying he had something to discuss with Miss. I won't disturb your conversation any longer."

Aunt Fang hurried into the kitchen to cook.

Xia Yu hadn't come home from get off work yet, and at this moment, only Xia Zhen and Song Heng were in the living room.

Song Heng sat lazily on the sofa, looking at Xia Zhen standing not far away, but he didn't seem very interested. Compared to Xia Zhen, he seemed to be the one who owned the place.

He suddenly chuckled, "What are you wearing?"

Xia Zhen threw down her schoolbag. Luckily, Song Heng reacted quickly and dodged to the side, otherwise he would have been hit by the schoolbag.

Song Heng looked over.

Xia Zhen smiled, "I'm wearing a school uniform, and what are you wearing?"

Song Heng was wearing Shengyi Middle School's uniform, but he didn't wear it properly. He didn't button up his jacket, and his shirt was loose, revealing his collarbone. He didn't like being restricted, so he did whatever made him comfortable.

This unrestrained and carefree attitude is also a charming point for many girls.

At Shengyi Middle School, people would occasionally discuss how ugly the loose, sporty school uniforms worn by other schools were. In Song Heng's memory, Xia Zhen, who loved fashion, would never choose to wear such things.

They certainly wouldn't be holding a bunch of wildflowers that look like they were picked from the roadside.

Xia Zhen ignored Song Heng's scrutinizing gaze. She scanned the living room and finally spotted a vase on a cabinet in the corner. She walked over and unceremoniously pulled out the vibrant red carnations from the vase, then put the small yellow flower she was holding into the vase.

With a gentle smile and tender gaze, she carefully arranged each flower, taking care not to damage a single petal.

The eldest daughter of the Xia family actually treated an unknown wildflower by the roadside like some kind of treasure.

Song Heng found it absurd and ridiculous. He stood up and said, "Xia Zhen."

Xia Zhen didn't even turn her head. "I'm very busy. If you have something to say, say it quickly."

"Now that you've transferred schools, if you're going to act, why not go all the way?"

Sensing the sarcasm in his words, Xia Zhen finally turned to look at him. "What do you mean?"

Song Heng's nonchalant expression vanished, replaced by a stern face. The young man exuded an overwhelming pressure. "My choice of Su Su is my own business. It's not her fault. You don't need to resort to underhanded tactics to bully her."

Xia Zhen seemed to have heard a joke, and she laughed out loud. "I bullied her? Just because you chose her? Song Heng, aren't you overly self-conscious?"

She crossed her arms, scanned him from head to toe, and then asked with a smile in her eyes, "Are you good at talking? Or good at studying? Or are you gentle and patient? Otherwise, why would I go against others for you?"

Song Heng laughed, but a hint of hostility flickered in his eyes. "Isn't it common knowledge that you want to be my fiancée?"

Because everyone believed that Xia Zhen was the Song family's chosen daughter-in-law, any girl who wanted to make a move on Song Heng had to be more discreet.

Xia Zhen nodded generously, "Yes, you have a decent appearance. I used to have this idea, but even though you knew I had this idea, you never refused, right?"

Song Heng remained silent.

Xia Zhen raised the corner of her eye, her expression laced with sarcasm, "Now that you've found true love and don't need me to shield you from trouble anymore, you can just kick me aside. Fine, if you don't like me, so be it. I didn't force you to like me, and besides..."

She raised her face, proud and arrogant, "I am the eldest daughter of the Xia family, and I will never lack admirers."

Under the lights, her fair face appeared even more radiant and charming, her dark eyes sparkling with starlight. No matter how you looked at her, her face was simply pleasing, especially when she was filled with joy and happiness, which made her even more radiant.

What is she happy about?

Song Heng's gaze fell on the vase beside her, which contained the inconspicuous little wildflowers that she had carefully tended.

She has found someone she likes.

Suddenly realizing this without warning, Song Heng frowned slightly, thinking that she was just putting on an act.

But he knew she wasn't faking it.

When she was ten years old, he took her to play in the yard as his elders had told him to. The delicate young lady started crying because her skirt was torn. He was at a loss and could only find a blade of grass in the grass to appease her and coax her with a few words.

That's not a four-leaf clover, it's just a very ordinary three-leaf clover.

But back then, she held that ordinary clover and cared for it with the same tenderness she shows now.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of loss of control, as if things had slipped out of his grasp.

Song Heng's gaze fell on the girl's face again, but after a moment, he regained his composure, and a sense of irony crept into his heart.

Anyway, for someone like her, her so-called liking is probably just a passing interest.