Chapter 95 The kiss was very realistic
Taeyang had just finished his call when the elevator reached their floor. Avoiding G-Dragon's gaze, Taeyang watched him walk out of the elevator first, his gaze fixed on him. He then watched Top and Daesung exit one by one, staggering several steps before finally exiting the elevator. Seungri, always a quirky figure, followed Taeyang silently. After watching the others disappear around the corner, Seungri's expression suddenly brightened. He put his arm around Taeyang's shoulder and asked, "Brother, who were you talking to on the phone just now?"
"What do you think?"
Shengli had no idea what it meant to feel guilty, and looked at him in great surprise: "Oh my god, I guessed right again!"
Taeyang paused, but couldn't help laughing. Seungri leaned over and asked mysteriously, "Brother, you two have been talking for so long just now, what were you talking about?"
Taeyang looked up ahead, and Seungri said nonchalantly, "Don't look. At this hour, Jiyong would have already opened the door and come in. He wouldn't be able to hear us talking!"
What Shengli said should be correct. Taiyang thought about it, nodded in agreement, and then said, "It's nothing. It's just that Jingrong's friends are planning to celebrate her successful inheritance of the Xue Group at G.R. next Sunday, and she asked me if I want to go."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Seungri nodded, but he didn't pester Taeyang to take him with him. After all, Taeyang and Jingrong had a really good relationship. Even if she broke up with their Captain Quan, it wouldn't be affected. If he went with them, it would be a bit awkward. Seungri patted Taeyang's shoulder and said, "Then remember to congratulate her for me."
"I know."
October 14th arrived quickly, and around six o'clock, Jingrong received a call from Taiyang.
"Jingrong, I just got off the plane, but I can't have dinner because the president called us back for a meeting."
"It's okay. We should be playing until very late tonight. It's okay if you come later."
"Then I'm relieved." Taiyang smiled and asked, "Are you off work yet?"
"Um."
"Where are you now?"
"Hospital."
Hearing this, Taiyang's heart tightened, but then he suddenly thought of something, his brows relaxed, and he asked, "Is President Xue doing well recently?"
Jing Rong paused for a moment, then whispered, "Not very good."
"Ah, really?" Yang Yang was a little bit incredulous, and even more at a loss. The Jing Rong he knew was always the one who only reported good news and not bad news, and would only reveal a little when things became unbearable. So, she was so blunt now saying that President Xue was not in good health. It must be very difficult to be optimistic, right? Thinking of this, Yang Yang didn't know how to comfort her. Although he knew that this day would come sooner or later, he felt sad when this happened to his good friend.
Jing Rong could sense Taiyang's uneasiness, so he chuckled softly and said, "Don't worry, I'm already prepared."
Hearing the words "prepared", Taiyang couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows again. It sounded so much like he was actually preparing for his funeral...
Either it can be said that Taiyang and Jingrong care about each other well, this subtle tacit understanding is really surprising. Jingrong has indeed been preparing for her funeral a long time ago. To be honest, she has been waiting for this day.
"Don't worry too much, maybe it will be okay..." Yang Yang clearly wanted to comfort Jing Rong, but as soon as he said this, his voice became lower and lower. Jing Rong knew his embarrassment and did not embarrass him. He just smiled and said, "I know, I won't give up. Let me put it this way first. Our President Xue should have something to say to me."
"Oh, okay!" Taiyang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded dryly, and hung up. He and Dacheng were in the same car, and the other three were in the car behind. Dacheng turned to Taiyang and asked, "Brother, didn't you tell us to go back and rest? Why is the president suddenly calling us back for a meeting so late?"
"I don't know." As soon as Taeyang finished speaking, one of their driving agents laughed and said, "Before Jiyong boarded the plane today, he gave the president a great idea. The more he thought about it, the more interested he became. That's why he was so anxious to have everyone in a meeting to discuss it."
Taiyang pursed his lips: "Oh, so that's how it is."
"Yeah," the manager said with a smile, "Gi-yong's really got it tough. Even with all the tiring performances, he still manages to focus on other things. I heard he's written a lot of songs lately, and the president and the others are very pleased with them. Also, I heard from the security guards a few days ago that Ji-yong has been staying at the company until the early hours of the morning. He's really working himself to the bone."
Jing Rong and Taiyang hung up the phone and returned to the ward. In the room, President Xue's eyes were sunken, and his usually sharp eyes had become cloudy. When he saw her come in, he opened his mouth but no words came out. Mrs. Xue beside him hurried over to support him: "Grandpa, don't get excited. What do you want to say?"
President Xue looked straight at Jing Rong. Jing Rong suppressed the complicated feeling in her heart and walked over quickly. President Xue looked at her with a gentle gaze, mumbling something. Jing Rong hurriedly lowered her head and half-supported him: "Father, what do you want?"
"I, I've heard...that Xue's...you've done...very...well..." President Xue spoke these few short words as if it took him half a century.
Jing Rong's eyes darkened, and he glanced around calmly. Mrs. Xue, President Xue's assistant secretary, and two special nurses filled the room, all staring intently at President Xue who was speaking. Jing Rong retracted his gaze, and his eyes softened as he looked at President Xue who was trying very hard to smile. "I know, father, don't worry, Xue's will get better and better."
"Okay, okay...child..." Before President Xue finished speaking, he leaned to the side and closed his eyes. The whole room was in chaos. Mrs. Xue screamed and was about to rush over crying. The special nurse supported her with great tact. The assistant immediately pressed the bedside bell. There was someone paying attention to President Xue's ward at all times. As soon as the bell rang, the duty room immediately became extremely tense. Within a few seconds, a team of doctors rushed in, some doing a comprehensive examination and some cleaning the ward, proceeding in an orderly manner.
Inside the ward, doctors were desperately trying to save her. Mrs. Xue collapsed, being helped to a chair outside the ward. Jing Rong stood facing the door, silent, his eyes dark. The assistant and secretary beside him lowered their heads, fearing that the wrath of this powerful new president might be displeased and spread upon them. After a while, Mrs. Xue's sobs gradually subsided, and Jing Rong finally shifted his gaze from the ward door, glancing at the assistant and secretary, then back to Mrs. Xue. "Who told my father about Mrs. Xue's condition?"
Mrs. Xue paused, and looked at Jing Rong with red eyes: "No... can't you say it?"
Jing Rong's eyes darkened slightly: "Didn't the doctor warn you?"
Mrs. Xue shook her head subconsciously, and the assistant next to her immediately said guiltily, "I'm sorry, President, we really didn't hear the doctor say that, so when the president asked just now, I answered directly."
Jing Rong's eyes flashed. This situation was within her expectations, because in Dr. Chen's impression, she had always been very comprehensive. So after Dr. Chen told her, he did not mention it to anyone else. So no one else knew about it except her. President Xue would ask that question sooner or later. As long as she stopped asking, someone would tell him the truth sooner or later. But she did not expect that President Xue would have such a big reaction when he heard the news.
Jing Rong was speechless again for a moment. Although she didn't do it, she knew clearly that it was a possibility, but she had been condoning it and even pushing it forward vaguely.
Jing Rong remained silent, and the others were even more afraid to utter a single word. Mrs. Xue and the others were all on edge, fearing Jing Rong's rage would spiral out of control, and even more so, fearing President Xue would never wake up again. This oppressive atmosphere persisted until the ward door opened and doctors emerged. Doctor Chen approached Jing Rong and Mrs. Xue and said, "President Xue, Mrs. Xue, the president is no longer seriously ill, but to be on the safe side, we've decided to move him to the intensive care unit. Special care will be provided for his daily needs, and the family's visiting time is limited to no more than two hours per day. I hope you agree."
"Is it that serious?"
Doctor Chen looked into Jingrong's eyes and nodded heavily: "His life could be in danger at any time."
Mrs. Xue's eyes went dark, her legs went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Jing Rong didn't care about avoiding suspicion at this time. She was closest to Mrs. Xue and supported her. Mrs. Xue held her arm and cried bitterly. Jing Rong patted her shoulder, then looked at the secretary behind her and said, "Secretary Chen, please take Mrs. Xue back to rest."
"Okay." Secretary Chen was about to step forward, but Mrs. Xue cried and refused, "I won't leave. I don't want to leave... I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here and watch over him..."
Jing Rong sighed, but Doctor Chen became serious: "Mrs. Xue, to be honest, there is not much point in you staying here. You are also disturbing the patient's rest. It is not worth it. It is better to go back and rest. Come early tomorrow and spend more time with the president while he is awake."
Doctor Chen's words were very convincing. At least Mrs. Xue stopped crying and making a fuss. After that, Jing Rong patiently persuaded her for a few words. Mrs. Xue finally left the hospital, and Jing Rong was pulled over by Doctor Chen to be educated. It was almost ten o'clock when everything was done. When President Xue was being rescued, Jing Rong didn't want to be disturbed by other things, so she turned off her phone directly. Now that it was not turned on, you can tell that her phone must be full of missed calls and text messages. She didn't even bother to eat dinner and drove directly to G·R.
Jing Rong's group of friends usually have nothing to do after eating, so g·r can come up with many new tricks in their hands. When Jing Rong arrived, the layout of the bar was very different. There were two clearly divided sides: one was a carnival for customers, and the other was a place for them to celebrate. So they could have both business and fun at the same time, which was really a great idea.
"Hey, you're finally here!" As Jing Rong walked over, a group of people stood up and accused Jing Rong of being so rude for turning off his phone and disappearing. Jing Rong let them talk, and apologized slowly in the midst of the excitement. Then, Jung Yunho pulled her to sit next to him. Jung Yunho whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? Are you in trouble?"
"Nothing." Jing Rong shook his head. His eyes met Zheng Yunhao's worried look. He paused and compromised, "I'll tell you after it's over."
"Okay." Zheng Yunhao smiled slightly, lowered his head to get a piece of dragon fruit for Jingrong, and placed it next to her mouth considerately, "I've been calling you since around seven o'clock, but your phone has been turned off. Have you finished your meal?"
Jing Rong bit the dragon fruit and shook his head: "No."
"It's so late and you haven't eaten yet?" Jung Yunho's voice rose in a hurry, and the people around him could hear it clearly. Zhang Zhiyao hurriedly said, "Let's cut the cake first." As he said that, with a glance, the people backstage very tactfully pushed out a large cake. It was exquisite and unique, which aroused Jingrong's appetite. She didn't hesitate and took the lead in cutting a few pieces of cake for Jin Zaizhong and the others: "I apologize for the poor hospitality."
Several people laughed and said, "We don't consider ourselves outsiders, so don't be so polite." Jing Rong smiled. With Zheng Yunhao's help, the cake was soon divided. Then she took her portion and started to eat. After eating the cake, she started drinking again. And it was not ordinary drinking. She had to play games, saying that she wanted everyone to "speak the truth after drinking" in a "appropriate" way. Jing Rong was not surprised at this part. This group of friends celebrated for her so actively. To put it bluntly, they also wanted to have fun. So even if it was childish, as long as it was fun, everything came out at this time. Sometimes everyone laughed, and sometimes it was silent.
When it was Choi Young-a's turn to sit at the main stage, she looked up at Jing Rong and said, "We were supposed to celebrate for you, but the protagonist didn't show up until so late. That's fine, but when we couldn't find anyone, the one who was most anxious was Jung Yun-ho, xi. You have to apologize to him." The so-called apology is naturally not as simple as a few words.
Jing Rong then looked at Zheng Yunhao, who smiled back at her and said gently, "Choi Young-ah, you're exaggerating. There's really nothing to worry about. You're such a grown-up, how can you really disappear?" Even so, Zheng Yunhao sighed inwardly. He wasn't constantly worried about whether she would disappear or leave for no reason one day. After all, she had never made a promise to him, and he didn't dare to ask.
Jung Yunho was willing to help Jingrong out, but Jingrong and his friends who were waiting to see the show disagreed. Of course, Jung Yunho's friends also felt very sorry that he missed such an opportunity, so they joined everyone in making a fuss. Finally, Jin Jaejoong said with a half-smile: "Then keep it simple, just give me a kiss."
Everyone else immediately chimed in, "Give me a kiss!" Zhang Zhiyao, eager to unleash chaos, said, "Since you're going to apologize, you have to be sincere. Jingrong, it's not that I won't help you, but you really went too far this time. Just touching my cheek isn't enough. You did that when you first met. It's too rude to do that now. You have to have a deep kiss, a tongue kiss, for at least a minute!"
Zhang Zhiyao's righteous and powerful words, supporting the right side rather than the relatives, pushed the atmosphere to a climax. Everyone was cheering for them to kiss deeply and passionately. Cui Yingya lived up to her status as a best friend and kept urging Jingrong: "As a woman, you should be decisive. It's not like you haven't kissed before."
Choi Young-ya's words made Jing Rong turn his gaze to her. At this time, Zheng Yunhao was also a little worried. Although he was drunk that time, he was not sure whether Jing Rong would be angry after knowing it - she probably wouldn't be very happy. Last time, they almost kissed in the car, but she turned her head away without hesitation.
Would she think I was being hypocritical and taking advantage of her? Thinking of this, Jung Yunho couldn't sit still anymore, so he wanted to speak up to help Jingrong: "Let's not do it. What if the media takes pictures of us?..." But before Jung Yunho could finish his words, Jingrong, who had no expression on his face, suddenly turned sideways, hooked his neck and kissed him. Jung Yunho was stunned.
"Wow!" "Awesome!" "Well done!" The others didn't expect Jing Rong to be so quick and efficient. After a half-second pause, they immediately applauded and whistled, obviously very satisfied with Jing Rong's unexpected behavior.
The aroma of cream, the sweetness of fruit, and the aroma of wine, all kinds of flavors spread in his mouth. Zheng Yunhao was instantly immersed in this wonderful enjoyment. He stretched out his hand to put his arm around Jingrong's waist. Jingrong sat on his lap, which caused another round of cheers. Neither of them cared and continued this long kiss, which seemed as long as half a century, but was actually very short. Countless pairs of eyes stared at their lips pressed together without blinking. Cui Yingya was already counting down loudly: "Six, five, four, three..."
"Well done!" As Jingrong and Jung Yunho separated and sat back on the sofa, Choi Young-ah turned around and high-fived Zhang Zhiyao in celebration. However, her bright smile froze when she glanced at the man near the door. It wasn't that she felt guilty, but she was mainly worried that Jingrong hadn't completely let go. Even though they had come this far, who could guarantee that she had completely lost her feelings for him?
The expression on Choi Young-ya's face seemed too abrupt in such a lively and cheerful atmosphere. Jung Yun-ho, Jing Rong and the others all followed her gaze and then froze collectively.
The scene of Jing Rong sitting on Zheng Yunhao, holding his neck and kissing him passionately was still in his eyes. At this moment, he had to face her face, which became delicate and charming after the passionate kiss, and her red lips, which were bright red and even a bit sexy. The psychological preparation that Quan Zhilong had made in these days suddenly collapsed, as if his whole life was dark. At this moment, he understood what heart-wrenching pain was.
He thought she had to make this choice, so he couldn't bear to blame her, couldn't bear to have the slightest resentment towards her. He was also foolish enough to think that she would not change, that she was pretending to be indifferent like himself, but was actually mourning their regretless past. He also thought that her other side would only be seen by him, but the reality was, she had moved on, and could hug other men and talk and laugh, they could do what they should and shouldn't do, but what about him?
At this moment, G-Dragon didn't even have the courage to step forward and question her. He shouldn't have tried every means to hold him back and then run over here after accidentally hearing what Taeyang said. Even if he was deceiving himself, at least he could hold on to the dream that "she actually loves him very much". He didn't want to know these things at all and didn't want to uncover the so-called truth... G-Dragon took a few steps back, turned around and left resolutely with a heart full of sarcasm. He thought she would never let go of that group of people who were chasing him desperately, but he still quickened his pace. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but slow down, but he never looked back, so he didn't know that the person had already retracted his sight and continued to party with his friends as if nothing had happened.
What does other people's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness have to do with her? Jing Rong thought so, and used his heart to feel whether his body had changed in the slightest, and tried hard to find any trace of his original existence, but he could not feel anything. Jing Rong frowned, then relaxed. There might be a certain delay, so he would wait and see tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
The author has something to say: Potential can indeed be exploded. I was able to finish it so quickly. Come and praise me, my friends.
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