Chapter 18 Do you have a goodnight kiss today?
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After hearing this, Di Ling was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes slightly.
Seeing her expression, Jiang Xingran slowly raised his hand and said, "Let me be clear, I'm not dating other women, nor am I cheating on my wife. I'm truly single."
She raised her eyebrows and said, "If you don't even lie to me about this kind of thing, what else can you lie to me about?"
His expression became subtle for a moment, then he smiled, "Baby, you think too simply. Love isn't the only thing in this world that can be shielded by deception."
After a moment's silence, he raised his head and looked at her calmly. "I remember you said on the first night that our relationship was limited to this. I also promised you that even if we kept seeing each other frequently, I would never cross the line."
"yes."
"And I told you, I'm a playboy who doesn't want to get married, and I won't be attracted to any woman."
"yes."
"I think this is the most important reason why you're willing to have a relationship with me for more than one night," he smiled. "We've been doing this for almost two months, haven't we? One-night stand girl?"
Di Ling's heart trembled slightly when he said this. According to common sense and the character she had set for herself, he was right. She was just a scumbag who was greedy for a moment of pleasure and all she needed was a heartless bed partner.
But on her way here, she realized that she had already considered him more than just a bed partner.
So what did he mean to her now?
She found herself not daring to think further.
"Actually, I lied."
His eyes shone softly under the warm light of the living room. "Actually, I want to get married. I am also attracted to women, but this person has never appeared before."
Her heart trembled even more violently, and she found that her fingers were shaking too.
"And now, I think I know who this person is."
When Di Ling heard this, her mind went completely blank for a moment. Before she could react, she had already stood up from the sofa. Because the movement was so large, she even accidentally knocked over the wine glass on the coffee table.
She lowered her head and hurried to the side to get a tissue to wipe the wine that had spilled on the table. Jiang Xingran also stood up. He looked at her tense profile and gently held her hand holding the tissue.
Di Ling felt her hand trembling slightly in his palm.
"...I'm sorry," she forced a smile. "Look at me, I'm really not fit to perform on stage today. I was so clumsy that I even spilled the wine."
He stared at her face motionlessly, his gaze seeming to see directly through her eyes into the turmoil in her heart.
They remained silent for a few seconds, and she was the first to pull her hand out of his.
"Well, I'm going back first." She didn't dare look at his face again, lowered her head and went straight to the entrance. "I'll talk to you tomorrow. Thank you for tonight."
Jiang Xingran watched her rush out of his house like a frightened deer, stood there for a while, and then sat back on the sofa dejectedly.
He leaned back on the sofa, raised a hand to his forehead, and sighed deeply.
"...Am I too anxious?"
...
As Di Ling drove all the way home, she felt her mind was as messy as a pot of porridge.
This was the first time in her life that she panicked and lost herself in front of a man.
Every scene from the first time she met Jiang Xingran until now was playing in her mind as clearly and quickly as a movie: his smile, the sound of his voice, his perfect body, his sexy Adam's apple, the way he kissed her... She had no way of forgetting it even if she wanted to.
How could this happen? She had clearly forgotten everything she had done with another man the next day, and she couldn't even remember his face after that.
When she arrived at the door of her house like a ghost, she felt her pocket and found that she was in such a hurry when she left that she only took the car keys but not the keys to her house.
It's three o'clock in the morning and Pan Zheng is still asleep. It wouldn't be nice to disturb him by knocking on the door so loudly.
She hesitated for a moment and was about to sit down on the ground in front of the door when she heard the door behind her click open.
Di Ling was startled and turned around to see Pan Zheng in his home clothes, standing in the shadows behind the door. He looked at her indifferently, "Come in."
She took off her shoes and followed him inside, hesitantly saying, "...was the noise I made when I got out of the elevator just now that loud?"
Is it loud enough to wake him up in his bedroom through the front door, the living room and the side hall?
"No," he picked up the cup that had just been placed on the table and sat down on the sofa, "I was just in the living room."
She could clearly feel that Pan Zheng was not in a good mood at the moment. His face was tired and his brows were furrowed.
"What's wrong?" She walked over and sat down next to him. "You went to bed a long time ago, why are you up again? Is there something wrong with your business?"
Although she is now unable to take care of herself, she can't bear to see him like this.
"No," he rubbed his brows lightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Xiao Yi just called."
"So late?"
"Well," his eyes lost their usual sharpness and shrewdness at this moment, "He's in New Zealand attending the wedding of a friend we know. I'm busy, so I can't go with him this time."
"Two grooms?"
He nodded, his eyes barely perceptible in the night. "Xiaoyi told me how envious he was of them and how happy they were. He started crying as he spoke. He said it would never be possible for him and me to have a wedding like this in our lifetime, on a spacious and beautiful lawn, with our friends as witnesses."
She looked at Pan Zheng and immediately understood why he was in such a bad mood.
"Tell me, am I particularly sorry for him?" He laughed self-deprecatingly. "He and I have been together for ten years, but I have always hidden him in the shadows, never letting him see the sun, and yet I keep saying how much I love him."
When Di Ling heard this, her nose felt a little sore. She had known Pan Zheng for a long time and had witnessed their relationship since the first day he and Xiao Yi were together. Xiao Yi was a very kind boy and she liked him very much.
She is the only one in this world who knows how difficult it is for these two friends who are very important to her to love each other along the way.
"Di Ling, I feel so pathetic,"
He sighed deeply and slowly buried his face in his hands. "Others think there's nothing I can't have in this world, and that I can't possibly have worries. But they don't know that I can't even do something as simple as holding my lover's hand on the street."
After he said the last sentence, he didn't say anything else.
After a while, she closed her red eyes, reached out and hugged his shoulders, and leaned her head tightly against his neck.
The two of them sat like this in the living room until the night outside the window gradually turned into day.
When the first ray of sunlight shone in from the window, she moved her lips, and her voice was hoarse like a broken piano.
"Pan Zheng, I think I'm in love with him."
**
Pan Zheng finally stood up from the sofa and continued his role as the head of the Pan family for the new day.
After dressing up, he no longer looked haggard as he had just sat on the sofa, but he still lost his usual spirit. When he was about to leave home, he looked at Di Ling who was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.
Then, he heard her say, "But I'm not qualified to talk about the word love, and I don't have the confidence to be willful and break the shackles of so many years, so just treat it as me farting."
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and smiled at him palely, "Don't worry, I will end it all with him."
Pan Zheng, you and I are both pitiful people, there is no saying that one is better than the other.
We play the unhappiest clowns in the world on the towering buildings that others think are unreachable.
…
After that day, she never replied to Jiang Xingran's WeChat messages again.
In the first few days, he sent her WeChat messages, even called her, and left voice messages. She sat on the large sofa, listened to and read his voice messages word by word, and then deleted them one by one.
He didn’t send any more messages after that. His last WeChat message read: I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have imposed my ideas on you.
She stared at the WeChat message for a long, long time, and was completely unaware until tears started to flow from her eyes.
In fact, she wanted to tell him, you didn't force me, you don't know how happy I was to hear what you said.
But after the joy, I knew that it was time to wake up from this dream and return to the path I had to take.
Because I don't deserve it.
...
Two weeks passed in a flash.
She and Pan Zheng tacitly agreed not to mention their loss of control that night and continued to play the role of the perfect couple that everyone envied.
That morning, before leaving, Pan Zheng told her that he was going to have dinner with a business partner in the evening, and the other party specifically asked her to attend as well.
She hadn't left the house in two weeks, and she was a happy foot-picking woman, so she yelled at him, "Can I go out in twenty-dollar shorts and slippers?"
He smiled and said, "You don't have to wear anything."
"Hey," she stretched her waist, "What kind of important person is this? He wants me to go out and apologize to him? Does this bastard want to be punished?"
Pan Zheng looked at her. "Remember Lucas, the hidden tycoon from P City who I talked to for a long time at the charity dinner? It was him. His partnership with Pan's is very important. He's considered my most important business partner this year, and I can't neglect him."
"Okay," she rolled her eyes. "You let me sell my art and body for once, then come back and buy me ten buckets of ice cream to show your gratitude."
Pan Zheng replied with a smooth "Get lost" and walked out.
…
The dinner was booked at a very famous private restaurant in the city. Di Ling had eaten too many snacks before going out and was very thirsty. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she asked the waiter for a glass of water and gulped it down like a buffalo.
"What's this guy's personality like?" she asked Pan Zheng beside her while pouring the drink.
Pan Zheng, while disdaining her eating manners, said, "She is the most powerful person I have ever met. She looks very gentle, but she is actually very difficult to deal with."
"Is it difficult for you?"
Pan Zheng rolled his eyes. "You can see how difficult I am, but his is completely invisible on the surface. It's all inside."
"Tsk, it sounds like he's a black-bellied, pretentious guy."
When they reached the door of the private room, the waiter pushed it open for them. Di Ling was just about to put on a dignified smile like a human being, but the next second, when she saw the sinister and pretentious guy sitting in the private room, the glass in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang".
“Fuck?!”
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