Chapter 66: Hypocrisy
Quan Zhilong's friends always came quietly and then left without a trace, leaving nothing behind. Jingrong continued to drink with everyone who came. Zhang Zhiyao sat nearby and watched. After a while, Zhang Jingran sat over and asked, "Why didn't you stop her?"
Zhang Zhiyao shook his head and smiled: "What about you, brother?"
Zhang Jingran also shook his head and smiled, without saying anything. Apart from Jingrong, Zhang Jingran was the one who received the most toasts, and most of them were female colleagues. They came over with wine glasses with an expression that said if he didn't drink, he would look down on her. Although it was not his original intention, Zhang Jingran probably accepted all the toasts - he was just a little bit worse than Jingrong, but his alcohol tolerance was much better than Jingrong.
"She's been living such a depressing life, it's nice for her to relax for once."
Zhang Jingran finished another glass of wine and when he sat down, he heard his cousin seem to say something. When he asked again, she started shaking her head again.
"Why do I feel like you just said something?"
"Did you mishear that?"
Zhang Jingran smiled and said, "Maybe."
Although Zhang Zhiyao, her best friend, did nothing, seeing Jing Rong's face turn red, Secretary Lin finally couldn't help it. Besides being Jing Rong's secretary, she was also a die-hard fan of Jing Rong's boyfriend. She should help her block it for both public and private reasons. Secretary Lin's idea was good, but Jing Rong was the one who wanted to drink, so Jing Rong avoided her hand as soon as she stretched it out.
"President, you can't drink anymore. Can I drink it for you?"
Jing Rong shook his head: "Thank you, but no thanks."
"But you're already drunk!"
"I'm not drunk..." Jing Rong stood up, smiled at the person who came up to toast her, and raised his glass. The other person drank it down in one gulp. Jing Rong was satisfied, so she drank the full glass of wine in one gulp. Secretary Lin didn't dare to stop her, but seeing that she was drunk and refused to stop, he was almost scratching his head anxiously. Zhang Zhiyao finally stepped forward and took Jing Rong's glass, holding her shoulder and said, "Okay, have you had enough of making trouble?"
Jing Rong hadn't reacted yet. Secretary Lin's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Jing Rong leaned on Zhang Zhiyao's shoulder and murmured softly, "I don't want this either..."
"I know." Zhang Zhiyao patted her shoulder and comforted her softly, "Let's stop here."
Jingrong and Zhang Zhiyao were referring to Jung Yunho, and Secretary Lin, standing nearby, was practically terrified. What did that mean? Had the boss finally lost his patience and decided to break up? By the time Secretary Lin was tearing up from her imagination, Zhang Zhiyao had already half-helped Jingrong to his feet and said to Zhang Jingran, "Brother, I'll leave this to you. Jingrong's drunk. I'll take her home."
"good."
Secretary Lin finally came to her senses and looked at Jing Rong and the others as they left. She clenched her fists and thought it was time for her to do something. Thinking of this, she put down her wine glass, hurried to the bathroom, closed the door and dialed the phone.
"Gdxi, I'm sorry to bother you so late, I have something very urgent to tell you!!"
Quan Zhilong had just finished a video call with Yang Shenghao and the others. When he heard Secretary Lin's voice, he didn't react. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Our, our president..." Secretary Lin gasped, "Our president has been in a bad mood these past few days. She got drunk at a dinner party with colleagues tonight. Just now, before her friend sent her home, the president whispered something. I guess, I guess..." Secretary Lin couldn't finish the last sentence.
Quan Zhilong frowned: "What's going on?"
"Oh!" Secretary Lin, urged by G-Dragon, forgot all his worries and stomped his feet before confessing everything. "The president was probably drinking to drown her sorrows. When the president's best friend tried to stop her, she asked her, 'Are you done making trouble?' Then the president said, 'She doesn't want to do this either.' Her best friend started sighing and finally said, 'Let's just leave it at that.'"
It's not Secretary Lin's fault. Anyone would misunderstand just by listening to these few sentences of conversation before knowing the truth. Secretary Lin had a preconceived notion that Jing Rong cared a lot about Kiko Mizuhara, which gave him even more reason to confirm his guess. G-Dragon's heart trembled, and the cup of water he was about to pick up fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then there were fragments all over the ground. G-Dragon looked down and clearly felt his fear at the moment. What he was thinking was, was it possible that she found out when he asked his friends to go over and test her relationship with TVXQ?
Under normal circumstances, G-Dragon would not have believed Secretary Lin's words so easily, but he was already sensitive these past two days and felt that Jing Rong had changed. If Park Bom hadn't called and asked him gossipingly whether Jing Rong knew TVXQ, he wouldn't have turned around and asked her to find out - G-Dragon has always been proud and likes to say everything directly. This is the first time he has tested him so cautiously.
In fact, G-Dragon also knows that this is not a good thing. Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Besides, his girlfriend is just tolerant of him and she is not really without temper. But... there is no need to break up directly just because she is angry, right?
Thinking of this, G-Dragon really wanted to rush over and ask, was it all lies when she said she loved him before? She didn't even listen to his explanation, just felt so bad about it, and now she's planning to never see him again? This is too cheesy, isn't it?
"gd...xi?" Secretary Lin couldn't help asking when Banbiantian didn't hear any response from the other side.
"Oh, ah..." Quan Zhilong finally came out of his own emotions, "Thank you..."
"No, you're welcome. This is what I should do, and..." Secretary Lin bit her lip, "There's something I haven't decided whether to tell you or not, but if I really let you two continue to misunderstand each other like this, I will feel guilty! gdxi, the president has been in a bad mood since yesterday, and I know the reason..."
Quan Zhilong was stunned and asked, "Is it related to what happened today?"
"Yes!" Secretary Lin gritted his teeth. "You can't imagine this. Yesterday during lunch break, I received an email from a stranger. When I opened it, it turned out to be a video. The protagonists of the video were you and... and Kiko! In the video, Kiko said a lot of nonsense, basically saying things like, 'Your girlfriend has gone back, you don't have to worry about him finding out', 'She's obviously the third party, and her family has nothing but money', and so on. In that video, you didn't say anything, but it seemed like you agreed with Kiko's words... I was so impulsive at the time that I sent the video to the president without thinking it through. Then the president started to change..."
Quan Zhilong's expression changed again and again. He took a few deep breaths before asking, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"The president told me not to tell anyone about this."
"I understand, thank you very much." G-Dragon said very solemnly.
"No...you're welcome."
G-Dragon didn't bother exchanging pleasantries with Secretary Lin. He quickly hung up the phone and looked down at his hands. Was he too gentle earlier, not taking his so-called warning seriously? But now wasn't the time to focus on other things. He needed to figure out how to win his girlfriend back. No wonder she'd been a bit cold towards him lately. Was she planning to break up with him because of this? And he'd been so reckless today, sending his friends to test her, leading to her final outburst?
How unfair it was for him. He clearly didn't do anything wrong, but in the end he was still a victim of Kiko Mizuhara's scheme.
Suddenly, he felt like the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining. G-Dragon called Jing Rong. At this time, Zhang Zhiyao had just sent Jing Rong home, and he took out the phone from her bag and answered it.
"Good evening, I'm Jingrong's friend. She's drunk and fallen asleep, so she can't answer the phone for now."
"Zhang...Zhiyaoxi?"
Zhang Zhiyao paused, then replied indifferently, "Well, if there's nothing else, call me back when she wakes up."
"Wait a moment..." Quan Zhilong hurriedly said, "Zhiyaoxi, I heard Jingrong was in a bad mood today? What's wrong?"
Zhang Zhiyao's eyes flashed: "Who told you that?"
"My friends contacted me after they left G.R. They said Jingrong and the others had dinner together today and drank a lot of wine..."
"Well, since we know she's drunk, let's wait until she wakes up before we talk about anything." Zhang Zhiyao still spoke indifferently. His attitude was completely different from the last time in g·r. They even formed two distinct extremes that made it impossible to ignore.
Quan Zhilong paused, wanting to say something, but finally gave up and just said seriously: "Then please take care of her."
"No trouble, hang up if you have nothing else to do."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhiyao went to the bathroom and brought out a basin of water for Jingrong to wipe her face and neck. Then he plugged in Jingrong's mobile phone and checked that everything else was in place before closing the door and leaving. It was not that Zhang Zhiyao didn't want to stay and take care of Jingrong, but there were no other rooms in Jingrong's newly bought single apartment. As a young lady, she had high requirements for the quality of life. Sharing a bed with a drunkard was obviously not in line with her taste, not to mention the sofa. Even if she wanted to sleep, she had to prepare a quilt for her first. She must wake up tomorrow and have someone with a hangover to take care of her when she was sick!
In summary, Zhang Zhiyao decided to go home and sleep first, and call Jingrong early tomorrow. If she was awake, she would not go over, otherwise she would just be a good person to the end. Zhang Zhiyao couldn't help but sighed after leaving Jingrong's house. Everything was arranged, and she never expected Jingrong to change her mind at this time.
Sitting back in her car, Zhang Zhiyao picked up her phone and called another close friend. She said straight to the point, "Yingya, have your people destroy all those photos."
Cui Yingya, who was still enjoying the nightlife, thought she was hallucinating and asked, "What did you say?"
Zhang Zhiyao repeated it, and Cui Yingya was incredulous: "Are you crazy?"
"It's not that I'm crazy, it's that you're going to go crazy if you don't delete someone."
After a moment of silence, Cui Yingya asked, "What happened to Jingrong?"
"I was drunk and overwhelmed with guilt."
Embarrassed and stamping her feet, Cui Yingya complained, "You just let her do whatever she wants. This is just one part of the plan. It wouldn't be a big deal if we changed the method. But what if one day she suddenly softens her heart and wants to cancel the whole plan? What should we do?"
"What else can we do? If that's what she wants." Zhang Zhiyao said expressionlessly, "Yingya, we're just helping her fulfill her wish. She has the final say on what that wish is."
"I'm just a little unwilling..." Cui Yingya said in a low voice, "Why do we have to cancel the plan at the last minute? We've planned it all out. This is the most profound pain, this is the true reward... Now everything is ready. As long as she nods, we can make that man taste the pain at any time. How long will we have to wait to change the method? And where can we find a better way than this?"
"But you also know that ever since... that incident, Jingrong's personality has gone from one extreme to another. If she really couldn't go on, why would she stop midway and even get drunk out of guilt?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then he nodded: "Okay."
After hanging up, Quan Zhilong stared at his phone in silence, unsure if anyone would answer if he called now. If someone did, would it be his girlfriend or someone from before? But after a long time, Quan Zhilong gradually convinced himself not to make the call for now. If it was Zhang Zhiyao who answered again, it would be useless. And judging from Zhang Zhiyao's impatient tone just now, not only would it not work, it would just be annoying. Even if Jingrong answered the phone herself, she was drunk, so it wasn't the right time to listen to his explanation. Besides, if Jingrong was still angry and wanted to break up while drunk, it would be even more troublesome. It would be more troublesome than worth it. So Quan Zhilong decided to call again the next day. By then, Jingrong would be sober and some things would be easier to talk about. Maybe she was just angry tonight, and she would forget about it tomorrow. Drunk people really don't have rationality.
No matter how you look at it, it's wise not to call yet. Having figured it out, G-Dragon set an alarm for an early morning, then went into the bathroom in his pajamas. He might have a tough battle tomorrow, so he needed to conserve his energy.
About ten minutes after Zhang Zhiyao left, Jing Rong, who had been asleep, suddenly got up from the bed, stumbled to the bathroom and vomited heart-wrenchingly into the toilet. After vomiting, he became more sober. Jing Rong pressed the flush, and after a sound, Mali was clean again, so clean that there was no spot on, as if nothing had happened just now. Jing Rong knew that just like after she left, nothing in this world would change, and nothing could change.
She stood up with the help of the wall and turned on the bathroom light, but Jingrong stared at herself in the mirror, looking pale and haggard. It was indeed a ghost. The moment before she came, Xue Jingrong's heart stopped beating and her limbs gradually became stiff. If she was not a ghost, how could she describe the situation of herself standing here at this moment?
Jing Rong finally stopped looking at the mirror and walked back to the bed with unsteady steps. She sat on the bed, picked up her phone and took a look. Unexpectedly, her stomach started churning again. Jing Rong returned to the bathroom with the phone in her hand, but this time she retched into the toilet but couldn't vomit anything. She had eaten little for dinner to begin with, and her stomach was probably full of alcohol. She had vomited once before, and now she wanted to vomit but had nothing to vomit.
After retching for a while, Jing Rong fell to the floor and lay weakly on the toilet to calm down. She felt uncomfortable and dizzy, and her head felt like it was about to explode. This state made her feel such negative emotions for the first time. No matter what the mission was, she wanted to go home immediately and didn't want to stay for a moment to escape from this kind of life. She didn't like the life of extravagance, socializing, drinking, and dealing with people she didn't like. She never cared about celebrities, national idols, rich people for generations, and officials for generations. Maybe her life in China could not compare to the wealth here, and she could not compare to other people's lavish spending, but she still liked the career she was going to do and was prepared to do for the rest of her life, teaching a few good students, researching a few scientific research projects, and having plenty of free time every winter and summer vacation. Simple happiness, how wonderful is it?
But the reality was that she could do nothing. Her meticulous plan turned out to be pretentious when the time came. The guilt she felt was inappropriate and completely drowned out the courage she had accumulated with great difficulty. It was as if she was completely exhausted. She was obviously very thirsty but couldn't even get up to pour herself a glass of water. She felt powerless, but had to accept it.
Jing Rong lowered his head to look at the phone she had thrown on the ground. After looking at it for a long time, he finally reached out with trembling hands to pick it up, unlocked the screen, and opened the contact person, but he kept looking at the name and couldn't press it. After a while, when Jing Rong decided to give up, the phone suddenly started vibrating. He squinted his eyes to see the caller clearly, and pressed the answer button.
"Sorry to bother you so late." Jung Yunho's gentle voice came from the other end of the line. His tone was different from the gentle yet distant one in front of others. It was smiling and even had some big boy sunshine. "I just finished the announcement and wanted to see if you were asleep."
"Is it so hard?" Jing Rong pursed his lips but didn't laugh. His hoarse voice scared the other person.
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"No, I just had a few extra drinks."
Zheng Yunhao knew Jingrong's alcohol tolerance and couldn't help asking, "How much did you drink?"
"I don't know. I haven't counted them."
The childish and crisp answer made Jung Yunho want to laugh, but thinking about the last time Jingrong got drunk and clung to him, he couldn't laugh anymore and asked hurriedly, "Did you go home? Who sent you home?"
"Zhiyao gave it to me."
"That's good." Jung Yunho breathed a sigh of relief before asking, "Why did you drink so much?"
"Colleagues gathering."
"Oh, then you should have a good rest. Have you had the sobering tea?"
"We didn't prepare this at home."
"That won't do. You'll have a headache tomorrow. Do you have any honey at home? Or milk and fruit will be fine. Eating some will make you feel much better tomorrow..." Jung Yunho kept talking, covering everything, and his voice was clear and soft, so it didn't make Jingrong's headache worse at all. So Jingrong remained somewhat calm and said, "Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. Get some rest. If you don't feel well tomorrow morning, don't rush to work. Your health is more important."
"Yeah." Jingrong's younger brother responded and wanted to say thank you, but he paused before he could say it. Zheng Yunhao thought she was tired and said goodbye very gracefully, "Then I won't bother you. Tonight..."
"Wait a moment." Jing Rong, impulsively coming from nowhere, stopped Zheng Yunhao and, before he could even ask, said, "If there's something I forgot to tell you..."
"What's the matter?" Hearing the hesitation in Jingrong's tone, Zheng Yunhao's heart skipped a beat. He asked her question with a calm face, but then felt that he shouldn't have asked that question, and added, "Has this matter caused you any trouble?"
Jing Rong didn't answer Zheng Yunhao's question. Since she had said this on impulse, she decided to just throw the can down and said directly, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you..."
"Jingrong." Zheng Yunhao interrupted her for the first time while she was speaking, his tone still gentle and his thoughts clear. "I can see that you are a little embarrassed about whether to tell me this. If that's the case, why should I listen now? It's not too late to listen when you really want to say it. Besides, maybe I don't have to listen to what you think you must say, and I don't want to hear it either."
A large portion of people would probably give up after hearing Jung Yunho's words, even if it meant deceiving themselves. But the other party had clearly told them that he didn't want to know, so whether he was deceived or not, it was his own business and no one else's business. But Jingrong was different. Her gentle and elegant professor father once said that his only daughter was nothing like him and his wife, except for her appearance. Compared to his always tepid self and his gentle wife, Jingrong was more angular, and she had a kind of persistence that was determined to go all the way. Just like now, since she was halfway through her talk, there was no way she would give up halfway.
"What if what I want to say is that I have a boyfriend?"
It was late at night, and the two people's rooms were very quiet. When they were not talking, they could even hear each other's heartbeats. At this moment, Jing Rong seemed to hear the other person's disordered heartbeat. After a long silence, Zheng Yunhao smiled with a difficult tone: "I know you are drunk, hurry up..."
"Do you think I'm drunk and talking nonsense?"
Jung Yunho really wanted to say "yes," otherwise why would he suddenly tell such a dull joke? But the words to refute him were on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't say them. Jung Yunho looked down at the exquisite gift box on the table. This was the first thing he did since arriving in this place known as the Treasure Island. It was also the first time he had been so excited to choose a gift for a woman other than his family. He considered her preferences, uniqueness, and even the meaning of the gift itself. As he held the gift box in his pocket, he felt an indescribable anticipation. After these few days of his absence, she wouldn't refuse like she did last time, right? Of course, it didn't matter if she still refused. He had the patience to wait until she was willing...
"sorry……"
This was Jingrong's third apology in less than ten minutes. Zheng Yunhao clenched his fists, and the bulging blue veins were clearly visible. Zheng Yunhao said in a rare strong tone: "Don't rush to apologize. We can discuss this after I come back. You need to rest now. Good night." After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Jingrong's reaction.
Jing Rong looked up at the ceiling, and surprisingly felt relieved after saying it out loud, even her physical strength returned. At least she could stand up by supporting herself on the toilet with one hand, and then lie back on the bed, thinking about nothing.
Jing Rong had a good sleep, but was woken up by Zhang Zhiyao's call before it was fully light. She rejected his offer to come and take care of her. Jing Rong supported her head and struggled to get up, took her clothes and went into the bathroom. She had a mild obsession with mysophobia, and she had no choice yesterday, but now that she was sober, she couldn't stand herself smelling of alcohol and not taking a shower.
Just after coming out of the bath, Jingrong's phone was ringing tirelessly again. Jingrong didn't even look at the caller and answered it directly. Quan Zhilong called out sweetly and cautiously on the other end: "Jingrong?"
"Um?"
"Wife!" Quan Zhilong breathed a sigh of relief. "Last night, Zhiyaoxi called you and answered. She said you were drunk. What happened? How could you drink so much?"
"My colleagues are having a party, so naturally I have to drink when they toast me. Oh, and your group of friends as well."
Hearing Jing Rong's nonchalant tone, Quan Zhilong was frightened at first. Seeing that she had no intention of continuing, he asked worriedly: "Besides this?"
"What else do you wish for?"
"No, no." G-Dragon shook his head quickly, and then laughed out loud without caring about his image. What he thought was right. His girlfriend was just drunk and in a bad mood. Now that she is sober and her anger has subsided, it is as if nothing happened - she is still so deeply in love with him, how did he misunderstand that her feelings for him are decreasing?
But his girlfriend was willing to sugarcoat the situation, but G-Dragon didn't want to play dumb. He couldn't bear to see Jingrong brooding over that misunderstanding, but he couldn't just say the video wasn't real and that he'd been set up by that woman. Jingrong had told Secretary Lin not to reveal the story, and Secretary Lin was certain no one else knew about it besides the two of them. If he went right in, wouldn't that be a clear sign that Secretary Lin had completely betrayed Jingrong? Although G-Dragon had deliberately let his best friend tell Jingrong about his attempts to win over Jingrong's secretaries and assistants, he didn't want to further confuse him.
After tossing and turning for most of the night, G-Dragon finally regained his composure and realized that none of the content was acceptable. He had to come up with a new one. After a moment of thought, G-Dragon asked, "Honey, did you see the news yesterday?"
Jing Rong asked back, "Are you on the headlines again?"
"Of course not. The one making the headlines this time is a woman who's always courting death. You should have seen it, right?"
"Oh, I have an impression. Why, you also think it was me who did it?"
Quan Zhilong almost jumped up when he heard this: "Who thinks you did it?"
"Who else could it be? Your little friend." Jing Rong said with a forced smile, and then said, "To be honest, I don't want to continue this topic. She is your ex after all."
After a moment of silence, Quan Zhilong said, "Actually, I haven't dared to tell you... I did this..."
Jing Rong narrowed his eyes: "Why?"
Quan Zhilong thought Jingrong was asking about the reason for his attack, so he said without hesitation, "That day, she came up to me for no reason and said a bunch of nonsense. I ignored her, and then the next day, there was news that I was 'dating' her. That's when I realized that this woman really can take advantage of anything. That day, she mentioned you in her words and deeds, and I was afraid she might target you, so I thought of giving her a warning to dispel her ridiculous idea."
"Yeah." Jing Rong nodded and suddenly said, "But what I want to ask is why you kept it from me... Is it that I can't be trusted by you?"
"Of course not." Quan Zhilong shook his head hurriedly, "I just don't want you to find out that I can... do this. I hope that I can be the most beautiful image in your heart."
"Am I a saint in your heart? You taught a lesson to the woman who had been coveting and plotting against my man, and I turned around and blamed you for being so vicious, cruel and heartless?"
"What the hell are you thinking about?" Quan Zhilong was so amused by Jingrong's words that the dull atmosphere was finally broken and the harmony between them was restored. After laughing for a while, Quan Zhilong said seriously, "Although the place where I live is not beautiful at all, and I have seen and even experienced many dark sides, I have used others and been used by others. When I was violated, I would also take some shady means to retaliate... However, I still hope that in your heart, I am the best, spotless, sunny without a trace of haze, because... you are the one I love the most, and I will not allow myself to be imperfect in your heart."
Quan Zhilong didn't notice that he had added a prefix before the word "love", but Jingrong noticed it. However, she didn't remind him out loud, as if she didn't notice anything. She smiled innocently and was touched. Then, in her usual humorous way when she was in a good mood, she said, "So your ideal is to be a white lotus?"
Although he wasn't quite sure what "white lotus" meant, Quan Zhilong knew it wasn't a very good adjective, so he spoke in a low, ambiguous voice as if whispering in Jingrong's ear: "No, I will only be your treasure."
Jing Rong laughed happily: "Haha, then work hard, poor thing."
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