Chapter 73 Let’s Make Peace
Early in the morning, Jing Rong was still asleep when she was awakened by the doorbell and the barking of dogs. As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she saw Typhoon barking and jumping in front of the door as if facing a great enemy. The doorbell was still ringing non-stop. Jing Rong did not open the door immediately. She first calmed the restless Typhoon, and then got up to turn on the video surveillance system by the door. Jing Rong could not be blamed for being suspicious. A single girl at home, even if the security measures in the community where she lived were in place, had to be on guard against some things. Besides, if someone she knew really came to see her early in the morning, no matter how urgent it was, she should have called first, right?
In fact, it’s not that G-Dragon doesn’t want to make a phone call, the problem is that his phone is broken, where can he make the call?
Jing Rong was a little surprised when she saw someone leaning against her door. Besides being surprised at how he knew the address and came here so early in the morning, she was even more surprised at how unkempt he looked. How could he look like a big star at all?
Despite complaining in his heart, Jingrong still opened the door. Quan Zhilong hadn't even had time to shower or change clothes after chatting with the hourly auntie. He reeked of alcohol, and with his stubble and messy hair, he looked like a complete homeless person. When he saw Jingrong, before he could say anything, Jingrong took a step back, frowned, and asked, "Did you drink all night?"
Quan Zhilong had a blank expression on his face, neither shaking his head nor nodding. He stared intently at Jingrong, the dark blue color beneath his smooth skin and eyes becoming increasingly apparent. Both of them remained silent. The typhoon, unwilling to be lonely, bit at the hem of Jingrong's pajamas, which kept swaying. Jingrong seemed to have just come to her senses and realized they were standing at the door. She turned sideways and said, "Come in first."
G-Dragon remained silent and followed Jing Rong into the room. He unconsciously looked around this small but interesting apartment, from the sofa in the living room to the small pendants on the wall or the murals with strong styles, as well as the uniquely shaped photo albums on the table, or the beautiful vases placed at the entrance, all of them were filled with the owner's care. G-Dragon finally understood that perhaps for the woman in front of him, this was her real home.
"Sit in the living room for a while. We have juice, milk, and coffee. What would you like to drink?" Jing Rong asked as she walked towards the kitchen. When she reached the refrigerator and still heard no response, she turned around and saw someone had already put their arms around her waist. Reeking of alcohol, Quan Zhilong rested his chin on her shoulder, "Jing Rong, can we not make a scene..."
Jing Rong said nothing, looking down at the hands across his waist: "Am I making trouble?"
"I was the one making a fuss. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, baby..." G-Dragon said in a low voice, full of grievance. "I missed you so much last night. I don't even know how I drove home, but the house was so quiet. You weren't here. You moved without telling me, and I couldn't find you..."
"Then how did you know this place?" Jing Rong asked, and then suddenly thought of a question, "How dare you drive when you're so drunk?"
"I was afraid you'd ignore me if it was too late, just like the day before yesterday. I was planning to come back and explain things to you, but you cut ties with me so quickly... You're clearly my girlfriend, and you were the one who pursued me first, yet you still dare to say you don't have the slightest inappropriate thoughts about me... That's too much..."
Jing Rong was so angry that he almost laughed: "Even so, wouldn't it be better to come to me when you're sober? Quan Zhilong, do you know the consequences of drunk driving? Besides, even if you're lucky enough not to get into trouble, as a public figure, do you know the impact it will have if this kind of thing gets to know?!"
Jing Rong's serious tone did not make Quan Zhilong angry. He even hugged Jing Rong tightly with satisfaction, "I knew you still care about me."
Jing Rong lowered her head and looked at the other person's hands again. She didn't even dare to smell the alcohol on her body. She said expressionlessly, "You think too much. I'm just afraid that you will put the blame on me."
Quan Zhilong curled his lips, said nothing, and buried his head in Jingrong's shoulder. Jingrong stiffened instantly, and the stubble on his chin rested stiffly on her neck. Jingrong's whole body was covered with goose bumps, but she couldn't help but push Quan Zhilong away: "Forget it, we have a lot of accounts to settle. Go take a shower and rest for a while. Aren't you a mysophobe? Don't you feel uncomfortable looking at this mess?"
Speaking of which, Jing Rong's expression revealed a hint of disgust at the right moment. He glanced at Quan Zhilong, then pried his hands apart and turned to go to the bedroom. Quan Zhilong followed closely and said, "But I didn't bring any change of clothes."
Jing Rong didn't reply, but just took out a set of unopened men's pajamas and underwear from the closet, threw it directly to Quan Zhilong, and then walked out without moving. Quan Zhilong called her: "Where are you going?"
"Feed the typhoon breakfast."
Quan Zhilong pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't. He took his clothes and went into the bathroom. When Quan Zhilong came out of the shower, Jingrong had already changed his clothes and tied a high ponytail at the back of his head. He looked very energetic. Quan Zhilong's eyes lit up, and before he walked over, Jingrong was already greeting Taifeng. Seeing him coming, he said, "You go and rest for a while. When your aunt comes over later, tell her what you want to eat."
"What are you going to do?"
"Take the typhoon for a run."
Quan Zhilong pursed his lips and finally complained: "I don't usually see you being so nice to me."
Jing Rong glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "It's your fault that you're not as cute as Typhoon." After that, she opened the door and went out. Typhoon also jumped out with his tail wagging behind her. The door was closed and silence returned to the room.
G-Dragon stared at the door for a long time, unable to recover. Was he defeated by a dog? G-Dragon, the popular girl president, suddenly felt a little hurt.
Jingrong came home after running. The hourly aunt was cleaning the living room. She was surprised to see her come back: "Ms. Xue, didn't go to work today?" The hourly aunt rarely saw Jingrong at home at this time, and she was wearing sportswear and dressed like a college student with youthful looks.
Jingrong was in a good mood and smiled at his aunt: "You're here so early?"
"Yes, the weather is nice, so I came out to work early." Auntie couldn't help but smile when she saw Tai Feng lazily lying on the balcony basking in the sun after playing tennis. "Little guy, are you here too? Miss Xue hasn't had breakfast yet. Do you want me to make some for you? I heard that it's not good for pets to eat dog food every day."
"Well, let me see what to eat." Jing Rong nodded and pushed open the bedroom door. The bathroom was inside the bedroom. She had just come back from running, and the first thing she wanted to do was to take a shower.
The bedroom was quiet. Quan Zhilong was really tired. After taking a shower, he fell asleep hugging the quilt. Jingrong came in and out but failed to wake him up. Jingrong had just walked out of the bedroom door and hadn't closed it when Typhoon, who had found his toy on the balcony, jumped over and called for him to play with him. Jingrong quickly bent down and hugged him: "Baby, don't cry."
Typhoon cooperated without making a sound and licked Jingrong's chin. Jingrong picked up the ball from the ground with a stiff face and threw it casually. Typhoon ran over happily. Jingrong stood up. Auntie smiled at her, pointed to the bedroom and asked quietly, "Is Mr. Quan here?"
Jing Rong nodded, and the aunt continued, "When I went to clean the house in Jiangnan District early this morning, I smelled a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol as soon as I opened the door. Mr. Quan was still sitting on the floor, as if he hadn't woken up yet. It seemed that he came home drunk last night and found no one there, so he just slept on the floor all night."
"I guess so. He's sleeping now."
Auntie Zhongdian nodded. She had already cleaned the living room. As she walked towards the kitchen, she said, "I bought some ingredients when I passed by the vegetable market this morning. Please see if there is anything you want to eat. If not, I will go buy more."
Jing Rong nodded and filled the bathtub with water. She came out this time to discuss breakfast with her aunt, so she went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There were already a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in it. Jing Rong thought for a moment and said to her aunt, "Let's make some minced meat porridge. When we serve the porridge for Typhoon, we can cut some ham into it."
"Okay, what else?"
Whether he was jet-lagged back then or is now in South Korea, Jingrong's breakfast habits have remained unchanged. He prefers simple and nutritious food. However, for Koreans, such breakfasts are a bit too simple. So when Jingrong didn't continue to give instructions after waiting for a while, the hourly aunt couldn't help but remind him, "Anything else?"
"Oh, then squeeze me a glass of tomato juice. I heard it's good for hangovers."
"Is that all?" Auntie leaned over and noticed the fruit and vegetable section of the refrigerator was quite full, with a relatively comprehensive selection of ingredients. She asked carefully, "Is there anything missing that you like?"
"No, let's save these for lunch." Jing Rong closed the refrigerator. "I'll come out after I take a shower and make a fruit salad. It should be almost done."
Although she wasn't sure if her pretty young employer could cook, the aunt thought of the man sleeping in the bedroom and didn't try to dissuade her. A long-awaited reunion for a girlfriend, making a loving breakfast for them, regardless of how it tasted, was a sentimental experience, and its significance was paramount. Besides, a salad shouldn't be that difficult to make; it should be easy, right? The aunt glanced at Jingrong and said with a broad smile, "Okay, is there anything else you can do?"
"No more, Auntie, you go ahead and do your work first." After Jing Rong said that, he turned around and went back to the bedroom.
After cooking the porridge, the aunt went back. Jing Rong had not planned to wake up Quan Zhilong so soon, but as soon as the aunt left, the person who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom opened the door and rushed out, as if he was very shocked. Seeing Jing Rong's busy back in the open kitchen, it took him a long time to come to his senses. He walked over without saying a word and hugged Jing Rong from behind.
Jing Rong asked without even looking up: "Why did you wake up? Did you just have a nightmare?"
Quan Zhilong said nothing, simply burying his head in Jingrong's neck, as if that were the only way to dispel the nagging unease that seemed to hover in the air at any moment. To be honest, Jingrong didn't quite understand his Young Werther-like antics, nor did he particularly care. He raised his chin and glanced toward the kitchen counter. "Now that you're awake, drink the tomato juice first. Then tell Taeyang and the others so they don't worry."
"My phone is broken." G-Dragon said sullenly without looking up.
"I know, take my phone, it's right behind you."
Quan Zhilong glanced back at the very familiar phone, thinking of some not-so-good memories, and fell silent again. Jingrong had already prepared the salad. The salad was colorful and appetizing on the beautiful plate. Jingrong broke away from Quan Zhilong and walked to the restaurant with the plate, urging Quan Zhilong: "Hurry up, it's time for breakfast."
Quan Zhilong then noticed that Jingrong had changed into simple home clothes and raised his eyebrows to ask, "How many days do you not have to go to work?"
"You're kidding! I can't possibly not have any rest time at all." After putting the salad away, Jing Rong brought over the cooked porridge and instructed Quan Zhilong very naturally, "Call Nan Guo later and postpone all work. We can have a good chat after dinner."
Hearing this, G-Dragon's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He spontaneously recalled the idiom, "Retribution comes later in the autumn." But there were indeed many issues between them that needed to be addressed. Otherwise, if they misunderstood each other and tolerated each other, there would always be a thorn in their hearts, and they would never be able to grow closer. G-Dragon wasn't one to avoid evasion. After just a second of consideration, he nodded, "Okay, I'll call them first."
G-Dragon's call went very smoothly, and Jin Nanguo solved the problem in just a few words. As soon as the other party heard that he was with Jingrong, he didn't need to say anything and directly told him not to rush about work for the time being and to deal with his personal problems first. It seems that his condition yesterday really scared people.
Instead, it was Taeyang who finally received a call from G-Dragon and pulled him aside to ask him a lot of questions. When G-Dragon was sleeping, Jingrong simply sent Taeyang a text message. When the other party heard her describe G-Dragon's drunken stink and imagined how he drove last night, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The friends were all scared. This guy drank so much last night that he was so drunk that he almost didn't know who he was. Miraculously, he could drive the car to Jingrong's house safely. His character was too good. But everyone knew that relying on character alone was not enough, so the friends advised Captain Quan a lot, and almost forced him to write a letter of guarantee that he would never drive after drinking.
The two of them sat facing each other at the dining table, finishing their breakfast in silence without clearing away their dishes. In this confrontational position, Jing Rong asked, "Do you have anything to explain?"
Because his girlfriend had moved and remembered to prepare her daily necessities and even intimate clothing like pajamas and underwear, and condescended to personally prepare a loving breakfast for him, and finally, because his workaholic girlfriend gave him a day off for the first time, Captain Quan's confidence returned. So when he heard Jing Rong questioning him in a tone that was neither happy nor angry, as if he was interrogating a criminal, Quan Zhilong asked back unconvincedly, "What about you?"
"What do I need to explain?" Jing Rong said, half-smiled. "I don't have an ex who's known to the whole world, nor do I have an ex who's come to me to rekindle our past relationship and cause a big stir. And I don't have a first love or true love who I haven't seen for years and has come all the way to get back together with me... What do I need to explain?"
G-Dragon's face, which had just been somewhat elated, suddenly drooped. At that moment, he didn't know that his past affairs when he was young and ignorant, which could even be mentioned as a joke, and his exes who were known to everyone and even his fans like the back of their hands, would one day become the past that he could not face directly. If he could go back to the past, he would rather not have the so-called past that enriched his entire life, nor the experiences that people said made him the GD he is today. He would only wish for someone's true love and to be together for the rest of their lives.
Jing Rong's words made Quan Zhilong feel guilty all of a sudden, but before he could defend himself, Jing Rong had already left the table angrily - well, this was purely Captain Quan's own imagination. In fact, Jing Rong had always been very calm. Except for the expressionless face at the beginning, she even showed a smile or two later, and seemed to be in a really good mood. She stood up now just to find evidence. Anyway, no matter what, the one who gets serious first loses first. The home advantage will never change since it came to her side.
While G-Dragon appeared calm on the surface but felt guilty and even a little uneasy inside, Jing Rong had already returned. She had just gone to the bedroom to get her tablet computer, and by the way, she opened a video that had been saved for a long time before handing it to G-Dragon. Although Secretary Lin had told G-Dragon about this matter last time, G-Dragon was still very angry when he saw the evidence, because he didn't expect that Kiko Mizuhara would process the video and send it to Jing Rong, making it look like he agreed with what Kiko Mizuhara said!
Glancing at the tablet computer thrown on the table, Jingrong turned his gaze to Quan Zhilong: "I think I had just returned from Japan at that time?"
G-Dragon opened his mouth, wanting to explain that it was Kiko Mizuhara who deliberately wanted her to misunderstand, which was why the timing was so coincidental and caught him completely off guard. But before he could say anything, Jing Rong threw the newspaper he had just brought out on the table. What came into view was a picture of a slender girl hugging him from behind. Although the photo was taken from the side, although their expressions could not be seen clearly, it was easy to recognize who they were. Jing Rong glanced at it and asked expressionlessly, "Is this also the day after I returned from Japan?"
"Jingrong, I..." Quan Zhilong wanted to explain desperately, but he found that there were so many things that he didn't know where to start. How should he say it? Every time she came to visit him in Japan, she had to work overtime for a few days to finish things in advance, or after returning, she had to work overtime again to finish the backlog of work. Especially since President Xue fell ill, it's easy to imagine how heavy the burden on her shoulders was. But she never said anything and still tried to spend more time with him. But he always expected her to give more and hoped that she would do more for him. He always said that he loved her, but what had he really done for her, for their relationship?
So what was there to say now? Although the appearance of these women was indeed something he hadn't anticipated, although he had no desire to have anything to do with them, and although he had no connection with his previous women, or any other women besides her, since they had been together, they had actually appeared, and with such a grand appearance, he couldn't even believe how she felt when she first saw the news - could it be worse than the photos and news he had seen? As she said, at least she didn't have so many annoying exes who would occasionally show up to make their presence felt.
And now it seems that there is nothing going on between her and Jung Yunho. She is questioning herself so confidently, it must be because they have nothing and she feels guilty.
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you continue?"
"sorry."
Jingrong was a bit surprised by G-Dragon's straightforward apology. Although she'd intended to strike first, she hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. After all, it did seem like she was in the right. But she knew G-Dragon had nothing to do with either of those two. The former was a plot by the person involved, and the latter, as far as she knew, was a complete accident. So, whether he did it or not, G-Dragon himself naturally knew better than she did. It was her affair with Jung Yunho that made this proud man even more unbearable, and her ruthless tweet. If it had been a month ago, she would have definitely made this man turn his back on her. How could he still be willing to sit in front of her and confront her? No kidding.
So Jing Rong knew that what she said now could only make him uncomfortable at most, and was just to gain some advantages for herself. It was really unexpected that he felt so guilty that he didn't care about her and Zheng Yunhao at all.
The reason is simple. Quan Zhilong, who never considered others, has been increasingly neglecting his own feelings since learning to see things from Jingrong's perspective. This shift in perspective has led to such a significant impact. Furthermore, Jingrong's character has been far superior to Quan Zhilong's since the beginning of the game. Not only do the people around him go to great lengths to improve their favorability, but even those around Quan Zhilong seem to be betraying him. When the whole world is saying someone is good and you've misunderstood them, don't you think that's not true?
Jing Rong was still frowning in thought, but Quan Zhilong thought that his apology made her think too much, so he hurriedly explained: "My apology is not saying that I have done anything wrong to you, but I didn't explain it to you clearly after it happened. I made you misunderstand and feel sad. I feel very guilty."
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at Quan Zhilong calmly without saying a word. Quan Zhilong felt a little uneasy when he was looked at, and lowered his tone a bit: "But I really have never been in contact with them..."
"Okay." Jing Rong interrupted him, "I believe you are fine, let this matter pass. I don't want to care about your exes, but don't mention them in front of me. I don't want to hear it, and there's no need to hear it."
G-Dragon pursed his lips and nodded, feeling a little sweet in his heart. This shows how much he likes him. He is even jealous of his past. A few months ago, he pretended to be cold to him and was indifferent when he was intimate with other girls.
"Then let's talk about the second thing."
Jing Rong's manner of listing off his eighteen major crimes left Quan Zhilong a bit confused: "What else do I have?"
Jing Rong glanced at him sideways and threw his phone on the table: "Are you trying to say that you have selective amnesia?"
Quan Zhilong looked at Jingrong with a questioning look, as if he had suddenly understood what was going on. Ever since he saw the photos sent by Cui Yingya, he hadn't felt guilty about secretly using Jingrong's phone. If it weren't for his cleverness that night, he would still have been kept in the dark. Jingrong ignored the meaning in Quan Zhilong's eyes and asked expressionlessly, "Even if we are lovers, we still have the privacy that couples should have. What good explanation do you have for you secretly using my phone and looking through my personal information?"
"When did you find out?"
"Is this important?"
"Of course, you knew this all along, but you kept quiet. What's the point?" Quan Zhilong frowned, feeling a little displeased at being mistrusted. If Jingrong really cared about him touching her things, she should have confronted him immediately. But she clearly cared, yet remained silent, as if there was something between them that couldn't be spoken directly, as if... she was testing his reaction. "So, what's your explanation for those photos?" Quan Zhilong suppressed his expression and asked in a deep voice, a hint of a counterattack.
Pursing his lips, Jing Rong replied, "It's just like the video you just saw. The only difference is that the video was sent to me intentionally, while the photos were not. I don't want them for anyone to see. I originally hoped that they would never be discovered by anyone."
"Is the photo real?"
Jingrong nodded. Quan Zhilong paused and continued to ask, "Then... the kiss was real too?"
"If so, do you think you can still sit here now?"
Jing Rong's blunt words made Quan Zhilong breathe a sigh of relief. He pursed his lips and asked, "Who deliberately took these misleading photos? What benefit do they get from taking these photos?"
Jing Rong was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Of course there are benefits, but I don't want to answer your question for now."
Quan Zhilong's eyes darkened and he lowered his head to look at the dining table. After a while, he asked again, "You were drunk when you got in the car, right? Where did you go after that?"
As soon as he asked this question, G-Dragon felt a little regretful. He didn't know why he asked this question. They had clearly agreed that as long as they found out that the kissing photo was not real, they would no longer dwell on it. But at that time, it was like he was sleepwalking, his thoughts and actions were completely different. But after asking the question, he realized how much he wanted to know the answer to this question, and how much he wanted to know that nothing really happened between them.
But what if the truth was different from what he expected? What would he do? This question had troubled G-Dragon for a long time, and it had always been the main reason why he was wavering between investigating and ignoring it. Because he didn't know how to face it, he even chose to avoid it for a few days. But until the moment he asked, G-Dragon realized that the truth didn't matter. He just wanted to hear her deny it herself.
It doesn't matter, I believe you whatever you say.
Jing Rong didn't answer, and the room suddenly became quiet. This silence was a little awkward, and even contained some repressed emotions. Quan Zhilong looked at the table, and Jing Rong looked at him expressionlessly. After a while, Jing Rong raised his lips, and a very light and faint single syllable made Quan Zhilong raise his head instantly.
"Heh." This word, coupled with Jingrong's smile, was full of irony.
As soon as Quan Zhilong met her gaze, his heart trembled, and something was getting more and more out of control. He thought he understood her, but at this moment he found that he still didn't understand her at all. All her reactions today, including when he came over, she prepared clothes for him to take a shower and rest without asking any questions, as if nothing had happened between them, and she even specially prepared breakfast for him. These things made him begin to feel puzzled when he realized that she didn't care about his news or his exes who always liked to appear. In fact, there was no need to be like this. If she cared about something and didn't want him to do something, she could just tell her directly, and he would accept it all. There was no need to pretend to be indifferent and treat him well, as if their relationship was not as close as he imagined.
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