Xu Jingzhi was unaware of how offensive his words were.
He was just used to selling swords in front of Song Leilei, and he still couldn't quite shake off that habit in his speech.
This is arguably their most common way of getting along.
In the past, people wouldn't have been surprised, but now... Su Jin felt that Xu Jingzhi was waiting for the "wife-chasing crematorium" (a metaphor for a dramatic, unforgettable experience).
Song Leilei removed his hand from her head. She felt like a dog, constantly being petted until her fur was rubbed bald.
“I think you’re quite good too, very worthy of praise. Just being alive is the greatest compliment I can give you,” Song Leilei mocked him.
Seeing the atmosphere had turned icy, Su Jin immediately took Song Leilei away, and the two continued discussing the recording.
Zheng Lin glanced coldly at Xu Jingzhi and gave a sincere piece of advice: "Don't imitate this casually."
Xu Jingzhi: "......"
The four returned to the hotel and gathered in Su Jin's room for easy communication.
But waiting for the event to unfold is also quite boring.
So, at Su Jin's suggestion, the four of them started playing mahjong, one of the most traditional Chinese games, in the room.
Neither of them were good at this game. Xu Jingzhi only knew a little bit about it, and he only learned a little bit by watching his father play online mahjong occasionally. Zheng Lin was in the same situation. Both of them had to rely on system prompts to win, and they were completely clueless about this face-to-face gameplay in real life.
Su Jin and Song Leilei only know how to build houses using mahjong tiles.
Song Leilei even came up with a new idea: she spent a long time setting up a mahjong set and came up with a game called "Connect the Dots". Su Jin took a look and joined in the game. They imagined a non-existent line to connect two tiles.
The two men didn't understand what they were playing and were still waiting for the cards to be shuffled, so they exchanged glances. Xu Jingzhi shrugged, leaned closer to Zheng Lin, and asked, "What's going on? Can you figure it out?"
Zheng Lin didn't understand what kind of game this was, but his pride wouldn't allow him to admit he didn't know. He forced himself to point at the mahjong tiles and explained their game, "It's a game played in a certain province. There are many types of mahjong, and different regions have different ways of playing. You see, this should be a game played in another province. You'll understand if you study and observe more."
He seemed to know a lot, and Xu Jingzhi nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Zheng Shao's statement.
Xu Jingzhi never doubted Zheng Shao's words or whether they were wrong. Anyway, he didn't understand them, so he just believed what he heard.
However, Su Jin, while leaning over the mahjong table and using a tile to eliminate another tile, casually remarked, "This is a connect-the-dots game."
Xu Jingzhi raised an eyebrow: "A matching game?"
Song Leilei: "You guys never played the Connect Four game when you were kids?"
"You can even play a matching game with this?" Xu Jingzhi was stunned. Sure enough, when humans get bored, they can create anything. He had always thought Song Leilei was a bit slow, but she was very creative when it came to these kinds of whimsical ideas.
Creative people are mostly imaginative.
No wonder Song Leilei always has dreams.
Song Leilei: "Yeah. Since we don't know how to play mahjong anyway, why not use this to play something we do know how to play? It's not illegal."
At this moment, Zheng Lin remained silent for a long time.
The loss of face he had just suffered was now shattered beyond repair.
Zheng Lin had no choice but to look down and refresh his Weibo feed. In the ten or so minutes they had been sitting there, the original, unedited recording posted by Song Leilei on Weibo had already reached the top of the trending topics.
The second most popular entry was about Gao Wei being prosecuted. He had just sent someone to handle that.
Zheng Linqing cleared his throat and said, "The wind has shifted, so everyone doesn't need to worry anymore. The one who should be worried now is Gao Wei; she's destined to have a sleepless night."
As he spoke, he placed his phone in the center of the mahjong table so that everyone could see the good news.
However, the two women, engrossed in the mahjong version of Connect Four, completely ignored this news. Su Jin even complained that the phone was blocking the Connect Four tiles, so she simply took the phone away and threw it on the bed without even glancing at it.
Zheng Lin: "......"
Xu Jingzhi: "......"
Was their initial reason for getting together to play a mahjong version of Connect Four?
The situation took a turn; they didn't even glance at it!
Su Jin and Song Leilei became more and more engrossed in the game, their eyes only on each other and the game, seemingly forgetting the time.
Two hours later, Xu Jingzhi pinched the bridge of her nose, sighed silently, then tilted her head toward Zheng Lin and said, "Young Master Zheng, I think it's getting a bit late, so Leilei and I won't disturb your rest any longer."
Zheng Lin had already entered a state of deep concentration. He only opened his eyes when he heard Xu Jingzhi speak. "Hmm."
He gave a curt reply, but a closer look at Zheng Lin's heart revealed immense joy.
Once they left, this place became his and Su Jin's private world.
Song Leilei felt a tap on her back, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she glanced at Su Jin opposite her and said, "Here, here can be connected."
Seeing that she was still engrossed in the game, Xu Jingzhi reached out and covered the mahjong tiles on the table, which finally attracted Song Leilei's attention.
Song Leilei's gaze moved slowly upwards from the large hand until it landed on Xu Jingzhi's face.
"Song Leilei, it's time to go back," Xu Jingzhi said, looking down at her.
Song Leilei glanced at the time and exclaimed, "Oh dear, it's so late!"
She suddenly stood up, only then remembering something important. "Gao Wei, by the way, how's the recording going? What's everyone saying online? How could I have forgotten about that?"
She was browsing Weibo while making fun of herself.
Su Jin raised her eyelids slightly and recalled what they had done in the past two and a half hours. They had played a matching game for so long, but she hadn't even started memorizing her lines yet.
Thinking of this, she slapped her forehead in frustration, silently remarking: "Playing with things leads to the loss of ambition; this is certainly true."
The next moment, Su Jin and Song Leilei spoke at the same time.
Song Leilei: "Great, things have taken a turn for the better. Xu Jingzhi, let's go."
"Then you should all go back now." Su Jin reached out and pushed Zheng Lin to the door: "I still have too many lines to memorize. Goodbye, everyone."
After saying that, all three of them were locked out of the room.
Song Leilei and Xu Jingzhi went to take the elevator.
Looking at the closed door, Zheng Lin's Adam's apple bobbed, then he turned around and went to wait for the elevator.
He never imagined that after a whole day of busy work, he would be deprived of even the chance to share a bed with his wife.
Life is inherently unpredictable.
Xu Jingzhi looked at Zheng Lin and saw that his face was calm and dauntingly composed. She thought he was broad-minded and of high moral character.
But Xu Jingzhi was unaware of the bitterness in Zheng Lin's heart.
Because of that extra glance, Zheng Lin immediately sensed the unwanted gaze. As the elevator doors opened, he grabbed Xu Jingzhi by the back of his collar and said coldly, "Come on, let's go to my room to play games."
Xu Jingzhi: "??" I don't want to play games.
Song Leilei had already entered the elevator. Xu Jingzhi, afraid that the elevator doors would close, pressed the open button again: "Young Master Zheng, wait until I get back to my room later, I'll send you a voice message to call you to come together."
As he spoke, he wanted to follow him inside, but Zheng Lin continued to hold him by the back of his collar.
“No, it’s hard to communicate over the internet. Let’s go to my room and communicate face-to-face in real time. That’s more efficient.” Zheng Lin pulled him away from the elevator.
Xu Jingzhi stared wide-eyed as the elevator doors closed and Song Leilei disappeared from his sight.
Xu Jingzhi: "......" Young Master Zheng, what are you trying to do?
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