Chapter 31 Rumors and Gossip.
In short, the blame was shifted onto Li Zhan.
The elders in the hall sighed.
I admit he's right.
Jing Ge visited his parents for the first time after the New Year, and Li Zhan did not accompany him, indicating that the problem was not with Jing Ge.
They all knew about Li Mushi's punishment of Li Zhan.
Their own son is engaged but still philandering; it's their family who has wronged the girl.
Let's just leave this topic aside and move on to something else.
For example, showing concern for Li Mushi's personal situation.
"That girl I introduced you to last time was so wonderful," the old lady said, exasperated. "You're almost past your prime childbearing years!"
Jingge choked on his saliva.
He quickly covered his mouth and coughed softly into his hand.
Li Mushi lowered his eyes, slowly poured a glass of water and pushed it to her, then replied to the old lady, "Didn't you and Grandpa have me after you retired? What do you mean by the best time to have children?"
Even the most thick-skinned elderly couple couldn't withstand this.
"Why do you always talk back to your parents?" Li Yingguo said, feigning concern. "Just listen to them. If they had had you at the best age, you'd probably be a well-behaved third child..."
Li Mushi: "Big brother, you were born during your prime reproductive years."
"......"
Li Mushi: "Why don't you be an obedient eldest son and give your parents grandchildren?"
Li Yingguo: "."
A sore mouth.
Why provoke him for no reason?
“With children around,” Li Mushi said indifferently, “don’t talk about adult topics.”
Jingge had already finished a plate of strawberries.
The aunt brought over a bowl of ginger milk curd in the blink of an eye, and whispered, "It's too cold. You're going to sleep soon, so eat this."
Jing Ge smiled and said, "Thank you."
“...No need to thank me,” the aunt muttered, “It was Third Master’s order.”
Jingge didn't hear and happily finished eating the ginger milk curd.
The two elderly people had reached their rest time.
He specifically instructed Li Mushi to take Jingge home.
Jing Ge breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart tightened again. He hurriedly declined, saying, "No need, no need, Uncle is very busy. Uncle Zhang can take us..."
Are you kidding me?
She swore an oath this morning.
But the old man disagreed: "Today is different from usual."
It was already unreasonable that Li Zhan didn't accompany them; if they also sent the driver, it would seem to the elders of the Jing family that the Li family was being disrespectful.
It will give people something to talk about.
Li Mushi was not wearing a coat and was waiting upright by the car.
When Jingge saw his shirt, he was reminded of the scene of his drunken outburst last night.
She felt so guilty that she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
The car's heater was turned on beforehand.
Li Mushi swept over to the passenger seat: "Seatbelt."
Jingge quickly fastened the button.
Li Mushi: "Where to?"
"...Where are you going?"
"Go back to the Jing family, or to my second brother and sister-in-law's place."
“…” Jing Ge looked out the window, “My home.”
"Um."
Jing Ge didn't speak a word the whole way.
Li Mushi was even less likely to make conversation for no reason.
When the car arrived outside the Jing family's residential area, Jing Ge nervously said, "Uncle, just park outside."
"Hmm?" Li Mushi stepped on the brake. "I need to go say hello to your grandma and your parents."
This was to show the Li family's seriousness.
Jing Ge licked his lips and said dryly, "I will tell you. Don't go in person, or they will make all sorts of demands."
She believed that Li Mushi could understand.
As the only person in charge of the Li family's business empire, the significance of Li Mushi's personal visit is self-evident. It is impossible for Jing's father to deal with it indifferently; he will definitely come up with a whole set of elaborate tactics.
It's too late.
Don't make a fuss.
This is the meaning of Jingge.
Clearly, Li Mushi understood. He gave a slight smirk: "Am I troublesome?"
"...That's not what I meant at all!" Jing Ge said speechlessly. "Uncle, although you are my elder, we're not that far apart in age. Do you know how it feels when my gray-haired parents bow and scrape before you every time..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Ge silently fell silent, under the dangerous warning glare from the man in the driver's seat.
Okay, okay.
It's just a little exaggeration.
Jingge quickly got out of the car, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, seemingly respectful, but more like deliberately trying to annoy him: "Thank you, Uncle, for taking me home. Please be careful on your way back."
After saying that, he grabbed her pile of red envelopes and slipped away.
After a while, Li Mushi's forehead twitched quietly when no one was around.
The previous sentence said they weren't that far apart in age, but the next sentence says they've reverted to being old people.
Jingge didn't go home immediately.
I sat in the residential area for a long time, and only after I was sure Li Mushi had left did I call a Didi (ride-hailing service) on my phone and head to the company dormitory building.
While in the Didi car, Cai Zhi called her to ask why she hadn't returned yet.
Jing Ge remained calm: "Aunt Man wants me to stay here for a while, Mom, please don't worry about me."
“Oh well,” Cai Zhi said. “I thought you were angry with your father and didn’t want to come back.”
After hanging up Cai Zhi's call, Sheng Man called to ask if she had arrived home yet.
Jingge continued to lie: "We've arrived. Aunt Man, I'm busy with orders right now. I'll visit you and Uncle again in a while."
Sheng Man asked a few questions, then gave Li Zhan a good scolding.
End the call.
Jingge closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
Womei Company's dormitory is a separate apartment building. Local employees rarely live in the company dormitory. Only a few out-of-town colleagues live there. Some empty rooms are reserved for long-distance bus drivers and out-of-town colleagues who come on business trips to rest temporarily.
Therefore, Jingge allocated himself a room.
Many people around Jingge have reminded her that she is not a rich girl.
Regardless of whether she is or not, Jing Ge actually lives a very carefree life.
The mattress and quilt she bought from the food delivery platform, along with other daily necessities, were enough for her to get through this cold night, leaving room for her to gradually purchase other items in the future.
The next day, the red marks on Jingge's face had faded somewhat, but they were still swollen.
She tried to cover the marks with makeup following the makeup artist's instructions, but perhaps due to a lack of skill, no matter how thick the powder she applied, faint fingerprints could still be seen.
I don't know how the makeup artist did it, making her makeup look light yet still providing coverage.
After trying to remove her makeup several times without achieving a perfect look, Jing Ge simply gave up and went to the company with a slightly mask-like face.
They attracted countless admiring glances along the way.
As I passed the boss's office, Zhang Hong happened to come out, and the two almost bumped into each other.
Jing Ge: "Good morning, boss."
"Good morning," Zhang Hong yawned, "Have you had breakfast?"
Jingge looked him over: "You ate? Didn't you go home last night?"
The clothes are from yesterday.
Zhang Hong looked pale and waved his hand, not wanting to talk about it.
When Jingge returned to his workstation, a colleague immediately came over and whispered, "He had a fight with his wife. Guess why?"
Jing Ge, the straight man, asked, "Why?"
Her colleague looked at her and asked, "You really don't know?"
"......"
How did she know?
My colleague suddenly asked, "You didn't go home last night? Who slapped you in the face?"
The more questions I asked, the stranger they became.
"Let me warn you," the colleague said in a low voice, "there are some rumors about you in the company, and any little thing can be used to implicate you, so be careful."
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