Chapter 63 What are you afraid of?
Seeing Jingrong park the car so quickly, Zheng Yunhao's smile froze: "You live here?"
"Yeah, what a coincidence, isn't it?"
Jung Yunho thought about how he had been so thoughtful today, going out to buy her groceries as soon as he got up. He was a little unsure what expression to use in front of her. After a while, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"You didn't ask." Jing Rong answered nonchalantly. She had already unbuckled her seat belt. After pushing the car door open and getting out, she opened the back door. Typhoon pounced on her as if it had been let out into the open. Jing Rong hugged it and kissed it, then put it on the ground. Arriving in this strange place, Typhoon did not run around, but circled around Jing Rong with its beautiful tail raised.
Actually, there was nothing much to say. Since she had been brought back to Jung Yunho's home, she couldn't tell him that her home was actually not far from here and it would be very convenient for her to walk back and wash up when he was holding the things he had kindly prepared for him, right?
Jung Yunho also got out of the car. He actually knew that he had asked a very meaningless question, so he opened the trunk of the car rather awkwardly and took out all the things prepared for Typhoon, then followed Jingrong upstairs with her.
Jing Rong actually likes living on the top floor. What she cares most about in this house is not the bedroom or the bathroom, but the beautiful little garden on the balcony, which is filled with some unique little chairs and stools, as well as a particularly unique and comfortable hanging chair. However, she has hardly lived in this house.
Ever since she knew she'd be staying here for a year, Jing Rong decided that since she had the means, she shouldn't compromise on everything. She really didn't want to stay in the previous owner's house, especially with so many things in it that didn't belong to her. So she bought this house, putting her heart and soul into everything from the design to the renovations and furnishings. She could have moved in last week, but because she was going to Japan, she only bought daily necessities and moved in.
Jung Yunho followed Jingrong into the room and found that her home was even simpler than his own. He was a little confused: "Why does it look like it has not been lived in for a long time?"
"Because it was just recently renovated, and I've been in Japan for so long, it's really not very popular."
This explanation did make sense. Jung Yunho changed his shoes and carried the things at the door into the living room, saying, "Is this a bachelor apartment? So you don't like living with your family either."
"Yeah, it's quiet and comfortable living alone." Jingrong picked up the typhoon spinning on the windowsill and turned to ask Zheng Yunhao, "Do you want to go take a look at my little garden?"
"Do you have a garden at home?"
"Of course, I bought it because of that balcony." Jing Rong raised her eyebrows and smiled. When she talked about her hard work, there was a little more spirit in her eyes than usual. Zheng Yunhao looked at her quietly and nodded. "Really? Then I'll go take a look."
Jing Rong walked in front holding the well-behaved Typhoon. When they reached the balcony, she turned on the uniquely shaped street lamps and the table lamp on the small table. Suddenly, the night turned into a romantic meeting. There were flowers and green leaves, and the stars in the sky were also very bright. Typhoon fell in love with this place at once. He jumped out of Jing Rong's arms, wagging his tail and arrogantly patrolling his territory like an emperor. Jing Rong casually asked Zheng Yunhao to sit down, and she also sat in her favorite hanging chair.
"This place is so beautiful, did you decorate it all?"
Jing Rong nodded, a little proud: "Of course."
Jung Yunho smiled dotingly, looked back at the very excited Typhoon, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that it's not daytime, otherwise I could take a few photos of Typhoon. It's rare for it to be so happy."
"Then come over and take photos whenever you're free during the day."
Jung Yunho thought about it and shook his head gloomily: "I have another concert in a few days, it will probably be difficult to find time."
"Are you holding a concert in Seoul?"
"Well, will you come and see me then?"
Jing Rong nodded: "If you are not busy that day, it will be fine."
Jung Yunho smiled and said, "I'll give you the ticket later."
"good."
After chatting for a while in the evening breeze, it was already getting late. Jung Yunho turned around and waved to Typhoon. Typhoon ran over and snuggled up at his feet. Jung Yunho touched its back and suddenly thought of something. He looked up and asked Jingrong, "Are you free tomorrow morning?"
Jingrong nodded, and Zheng Yunhao said, "Take Taifeng for a morning run. I'll come to see you at 6:30."
"OK."
Jung Yunho smiled, picked up Typhoon and said, "It's getting late, I should go back. Typhoon, I'm sorry to bother you for the time being."
"It's okay. I like it."
After entering the living room and setting up Typhoon's nest in its favorite spot, Jung Yunho took the key and left. Typhoon rubbed against his feet a few times reluctantly, then stood at the door and watched his back as he left. Only when he knew that Jung Yunho had entered the elevator and could no longer see him did he let Jingrong close the door.
Jingrong first went to the bathroom to run a bath, then filled a small bowl with milk and placed it on the floor for Taifeng to drink. He then went into the bathroom again with his pajamas and cell phone and closed the door.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening. G-Dragon had not put on his shirt since he took a shower. He was looking at the freshly-baked cursive words on his chest with self-admiration, and holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand. He almost couldn't help but make a call. Fortunately, Jing Rong called him at the last moment when his patience was about to run out.
"I haven't received your call for a long time. I thought you forgot again."
Jing Rong leaned back in the bathtub and said lazily, "No."
Quan Zhilong hurriedly asked: "What happened to you today?"
"It's okay, just a little tired."
"Busy, huh?"
"Um."
This is not the first time that G-Dragon has encountered such a question-and-answer situation. When his girlfriend just started to change, she was indifferent to him. But he didn't care at that time, so apart from being depressed, he didn't pay much attention to her. Now he cares about her, and it is even the first time that he cares about someone so much. He used to think that it was love and something that he could not lose, but now he realizes that it is nothing compared to her. So, how could he not care about her every word and action?
Feeling uneasy for some reason, Quan Zhilong grabbed a pillow from behind his head and hugged it in his arms. His little voice was deliberately slowed down with a hint of coquettishness: "Honey, I got a tattoo today. It's a little painful, but your name looks especially beautiful written on my body."
"Oh?" Jing Rong seemed to have regained some energy. "What is it like?"
"Do you want to watch it?" Quan Zhilong's mood brightened up again and he asked hurriedly, "How about we switch to video mode now?"
"Is that so?" Jing Rong said in a tone that seemed to be a smile, "But I'm taking a bath, are you sure you want to see it?"
Quan Zhilong's eyes lit up. He clearly wanted to see it but pretended to be nonchalant and gentlemanly: "What's the big deal? There's no one else here."
"All right."
The cell phone video was still a little unclear, but the words on Quan Zhilong's chest were still easy to see. The tattoo artist had good skills, and the font was beautiful and looked like art. However, Jing Rong was a little surprised: "Why didn't you write your last name?"
"I think this is more intimate, wife." G-Dragon did not say that he originally wanted to write Jingrong's full name according to his wishes, but when the master asked him, he inexplicably removed the word Xue, as if he could only feel his full love when he read Jingrong's name normally, and one more word would make it nothing.
G-Dragon has never told anyone about this subtle psychological state, perhaps because he feels that he is thinking too much.
But this has a different meaning! Jing Rong wanted to say this, but he just stared at the screen in silence. After a while, he smiled and said, "Haha, I'm so touched."
Forget it, anyway, facing this face of his, the person he loves can only be Xue Jingrong, there is only Xue Jingrong in this world, it doesn't matter whether he writes or not. Jingrong comforted himself in this way.
Quan Zhilong could clearly hear Jingrong's stiff laughter, but he couldn't see it clearly. Because the bathroom was filled with mist, he could only make out her outline. The uneasiness he had felt before began to surge in his heart again. Quan Zhilong hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, honey? Are you angry?"
"Why am I angry?" Jing Rong asked after calming down.
After a long silence, Quan Zhilong asked in a low voice: "Because... I acted on my own initiative?"
"No."
Jingrong's answer was as brief and clear as ever, but for the first time, Quan Zhilong felt dissatisfied. He couldn't explain the feeling. Quan Zhilong said in a dull tone: "I always feel that... there is something different about you today."
Jing Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied, "I also think you look very different today. You don't look like yourself at all."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Don't you think you're being too cautious today?" Jing Rong said bluntly, "We're lovers. I think our relationship is pretty good. We tolerate and trust each other. What exactly are you worried about today? What are you afraid of?"
"I..." G-Dragon's throat was a little dry. He always knew that Jing Rong had a strong aura, and no one dared to look her in the face when she was angry. But when she was in front of him, she always put away her dominance, just like an ordinary girl, always going along with him. Facing Jing Rong with such a sharp tone for the first time, G-Dragon suddenly felt a little flustered, afraid that she would be disappointed in him and that she would no longer like him as before.
He actually hasn't changed. He didn't care before so he didn't worry. Now that he cares, how can he not be afraid? How can he not be worried?
Jing Rong sighed and said, "You wouldn't be like this even when we were apart before."
Quan Zhilong seemed to have found an excuse and quickly said, "Maybe you disappeared too completely yesterday, and I haven't recovered yet..."
"I know." Jing Rong said with a smile, "And you must be tired these days, right?"
"It's okay." Quan Zhilong also breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile crept back onto his cheeks. "I just missed you a little."
"I miss you too. I'll try to find a chance to visit you next month."
G-Dragon was even happier when he heard this and said, "But we won't be in Tokyo next month, and the schedule won't be very full then, so I can come back."
"It's okay, just send me a copy of the itinerary when you get back."
"OK."
After chatting for a few more minutes, Jing Rong said, "It's getting late. Go get some rest. We'll talk again tomorrow."
G-Dragon was reluctant: "But we haven't talked enough today... Besides, you don't want to give me a reward, right?"
"What reward do you want?"
"Hmm..." After seemingly considering it for a long time, G-Dragon raised his lips and said, "From now on, your nickname for me should be 'husband', and the note on your phone should be changed as well."
"this……"
"I haven't even asked you to tattoo my name on your body, and you can't even do this?!" G-Dragon shouted in extreme dissatisfaction.
"Okay, good night, husband." Jing Rong said quickly, hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, got up, wiped the water, and put on his clothes.
"..." G-Dragon was overjoyed by Jing Rong's word "husband" just one second, but the next second he could only frown at the beeping phone. If there is any regret in this relationship, it is probably that his girlfriend is too reserved and thin-skinned, which is really a sweet burden.
Even though he thought so, Quan Zhilong still curled his lips and picked up the hotel phone with a cheerful look. He quickly dialed a number and the call was picked up after two seconds. Quan Zhilong whispered, "It's me."
A deep male voice came from the other end: "Haha, it's so late I thought you had given up on the plan."
"No, let's proceed as planned. I'll inspect the results tomorrow. If everything goes well in a week, I'll transfer the remaining money to your account."
"Deal, guys, let's do it now."
G-Dragon still curled his lips, and a strange color slowly flowed in his eyes, but this smile was completely different from the previous one, as if one person had two personalities, one was an angel, and the other was a dark night demon.
Jing Rong truly felt that being with Miss Mizuhara was always particularly wonderful, because no matter what her motives were, she had recently begun to do everything for her own benefit. Such selfless women were practically extinct these days, so when Dong Yang asked her how she planned to respond, she had no idea at all—why did she even need to? Was her mission to improve her favorability and not let Miss Mizuhara down?
So Jing Rong didn't expect that even though he, the person most qualified to take action against Miss Mizuhara, didn't do anything, Miss Mizuhara could still make such a big fuss. This is comparable to the "xx Gate" incident that shocked China and the world a few years ago in China. The only difference is probably that the male protagonist became the female protagonist, and the male protagonist could be regarded as a male god-level figure before this incident, but Miss Mizuhara could not become a goddess no matter how hard she tried.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was that Jing Rong swore she hadn't done it. Did Miss Mizuhara let herself get away with it? Jing Rong could only say one thing to her: she was asking for trouble. No one could save her.
Jing Rong felt heartbroken for Kiko Mizuhara after hearing the news. How could this person, who had been courting death for so many years, have such a terrible fate today? Of course, Jing Rong could only sigh inwardly. Even if she felt regretful, there was no need for her to rescue Kiko Mizuhara. At most, she could find a different way to defeat the boss.
However, Jing Rong discovered this while browsing Twitter after breakfast. She had just gotten up and washed up, so she had no time to pay attention to these things. Jing Rong got up on time, washed up, changed into the sportswear she had never used since she bought it, and put her long hair up high, looking fresh and neat like a student. Then she took Typhoon out the door. As soon as she came down from upstairs, Zheng Yunhao was waiting there. When Typhoon saw its owner, it immediately ran over happily. Zheng Yunhao squatted down and interacted intimately with it for a while, then stood up and looked at Jing Rong: "Typhoon didn't bother you last night, did it?"
Jing Rong shook his head: "It's very well behaved. I poured milk for it before taking a bath. When I came out, I saw it drank the milk and fell asleep on its bed."
Jung Yunho nodded and smiled, "That's good. I was afraid it would bother you." As he spoke, he looked at Jingrong's outfit carefully as if he had just seen it, and praised, "I didn't expect you to look like a college student dressed like this."
Jing Rong smiled and said, "That's because I have a baby face, Agassi." As she said that, she started running. Zheng Yunhao didn't care about Jing Rong's words. Instead, he was secretly happy for her rare liveliness. Of course, he was also thinking in his heart that even if he was an uncle, he was still the most charming uncle, which was recognized by people all over the country.
Thinking of this, Jung Yunho shook his head and chased after him, with Typhoon following closely behind, wagging its tail.
They said they were jogging, and they really just did it. Occasionally, they would take a break and walk when they were tired. They didn't talk, but it didn't feel awkward. Besides, there was a cute Taifeng next to them. When it was almost seven o'clock, they started running back. Jung Yunho asked Jingrong, "What time do you go to work?"
"Just be there before nine o'clock."
"Then come to my house for breakfast after you take a shower. Your car is still parked at the restaurant where we were yesterday. I'll take you to work then."
"What is your aunt going to make for breakfast today?"
"She makes seafood porridge very well."
Jing Rong's eyes lit up and he nodded without hesitation: "Sorry to bother you then."
"You're welcome." Jung Yunho smiled with his eyes curved.
In the blink of an eye, they were already downstairs at Jingrong's house. Jingrong smiled at Zheng Yunhao and called Typhoon, "Typhoon, go back."
Typhoon looked back at Jung Yunho, then followed Jingrong with his tail wagging. Jung Yunho stood there and watched for a while, then turned around and left after they entered the elevator.
Jing Rong returned home and was not in a hurry to take a shower. She checked the unread messages on her phone first. Big Bang had sent messages to celebrate that she was not "missing". Jing Rong smiled and replied to each of them with a thank you. The last message was from G-Dragon, complaining that the company was too deceptive for asking them to get up so early to participate in the event. Jing Rong chuckled, and from the accusatory tone, one could almost see someone's pouting mouth that could hold a bottle.
After replying to another text message from G-Dragon, Jingrong called Taeyang again.
"Good morning, should I get up now?"
"Wake up, Top. Jiyong and Seungri have to attend an event early today, so they woke me and Daesung up feeling unbalanced. They said we should share the hardship and no one is allowed to sleep in." Taeyang said in a relaxed tone, "But Jingrong, I finally know where you are. Jiyong's expression yesterday and the day before yesterday was simply...tsk tsk."
"It's only been two days since we last met and you're already complaining?"
"What he did was really too obvious. You don't know how hard we work."
Jing Rong chuckled: "It's not as exaggerated as you say."
"Of course you're protecting your boyfriend. The night before last, when he couldn't reach you, Seungri reminded him that if he had asked for everyone's contact information like you did, he wouldn't be in this awkward situation of not being able to find his girlfriend. Jiyong was really inspired by this. Today, I heard him asking Assistant Choi to get the Twitter and phone numbers of all the secretaries and assistants around you. Be careful, you might be closely watched in the future."
Taeyang's tone was purely joking, and this way he was indirectly telling Jingrong how much his friend cared about her and that he was happy that their relationship was so good. However, this was a very timely reminder for Jingrong, and Jingrong thanked him seriously: "Thank you for the reminder."
The sun laughed: "You are so well now, it is all due to my efforts before. I really deserve this thanks."
"Who says it isn't?"
"By the way, Jingrong." Taiyang seemed to have thought of something. "Yesterday I heard that Kiko Mizuhara was in the news again. Did you hear about it?"
"Yeah, Jiyong explained it to me."
"That's good, but that woman has been courting disaster every day, and this time she finally got her comeuppance. I don't know who was so powerful, but her reputation is completely ruined now, and she's being condemned by everyone. I guess she won't dare to throw dirty water on Zhilong again."
Jing Rong raised an eyebrow: "What's the matter?"
"You don't know yet?" Taiyang was surprised. "It's hard for me to say. You can check it out online. It's everywhere on Twitter now."
"All right."
After hanging up the phone, Jing Rong opened Twitter, and saw Kiko Mizuhara's name all over the screen. Of course, following this name were some obscene private photos, including erotic photos of Miss Mizuhara and photos with various men. The poses were so explicit that they could rival those in Japanese AV.
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