Chapter 39: Shang Que, you wouldn’t let me wear it when you were a child…
After shopping for an entire afternoon, everyone accompanied Lin Jinyi to buy clothes for her little niece.
"She's my cousin's daughter. She's only three years old, but she already knows how to be vain. She has more skirts in her closet than I do." Lin Jinyi's tone was full of fondness and indulgence when she mentioned her little niece, and her legs walked naturally towards the skirt area.
Ning Sheng picked up a Maillard-colored bud dress and turned it around to show them: "How about this one?"
While they were picking out clothes, Ji Jingchuan finally had a chance to sit down and rest. He placed the things Shang Que had bought neatly at his feet, sat on the curved sofa in the lounge area, and looked around boredly.
This children's clothing store was huge, with warm, cozy lights shining down from the ceiling, as if adding a filter to the clothes. In front of him was the dress section. As Ji Jingchuan was searching for Shang Que among the dazzling array of displays, he suddenly heard a child's voice.
"Mom, buy this!"
Ji Jingchuan turned his head and saw a little girl about four or five years old standing on tiptoe, holding up a white puffy skirt to show the woman next to her.
"Do you like this? It's too small. Let me see if there's a larger size."
"Not too small, not too small." The little girl gestured to the smaller boy next to her and said clearly, "It's for my brother."
Her brother, who looked no more than three years old, stumbled back, shaking his head repeatedly in refusal: "No, I won't wear it."
The mother of the two was amused and bent down to look at the little girl: "My brother is a boy, and boys don't wear skirts."
"Wear it, brother, wear it."
The woman couldn't persuade her, so she said gently, "Then why don't you ask your brother if he likes it?"
"Okay," the little girl nodded obediently, "Brother, do you like it?"
He shook his head like a rattle and said vaguely, "I don't like it, I don't like it."
"Mom, my brother said he likes it, buy it for him."
"I don't--"
"Brother——" the little girl also dragged out the sound and blinked, "You like it."
"I," the boy looked at her, then raised his head to look at his mother, curled his lips, and reluctantly changed his words: "I like it."
Ji Jingchuan was touched by their cute behavior, and then he started to think about whether Shang Que had forced him to wear a skirt when he was a child.
Probably... no?
"What are you thinking about?" Shang Que's voice suddenly came from above his head.
Ji Jingchuan blurted out: "I was wondering if you ever wore a skirt for me when you were a child."
After saying this subconsciously, he quickly looked up and saw Shang Que smiling and not saying anything.
Ji Jingchuan became alert: "What do you mean? You wouldn't really do such a thing, would you?"
Shang Que curved his eyes and said, "Guess."
"I guess not." Ji Jingchuan said confidently: "I definitely would not agree at that time. I don't like such cute things."
Shang Que frowned: "Don't you like cute things?"
Ji Jingchuan hesitated for a moment, but still said firmly: "I don't like it!"
"Okay." She said nothing and asked Ji Jingchuan to get up. "Let's go back."
Shang Que's tone was filled with regret, Ji Jingchuan heard it, although he felt strange, but he was busy picking up the bags on the ground.
There was no time to think about it.
It was already past six in the afternoon when Shang Que got home. He collapsed on the sofa in the living room and said, "I'm so tired."
"Why are you so tired? I carried all the things." Ji Jingchuan followed her in, put the shopping bags and the sausages she bought on the road away, and complained while rubbing his sore arm.
"Shopping is tiring, okay? My WeChat step count must have exceeded 20,000 today." Shang Que sat up cross-legged, opened his phone, glanced at it, and frowned, "Why am I not number one?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Ji Jingchuan, take my phone with you when you go out for a run at night."
Ji Jingchuan was shocked: "Who said I was going out for a run tonight?"
"That's what I said." Shang Que had become very adept at commanding him. "I'm currently ranked second on WeChat Sports. I'm only two thousand steps away from surpassing first. I want to be first. Please help me."
Ji Jingchuan frowned: "Then who is the number one now?"
Shang Que glanced at him and said, "Jing Ya."
Ji Jingchuan's expression suddenly changed: "Give me your phone, I'll delete him for you."
“…”
Shang Que casually put her phone aside and began to unpack her shopping bags. She had bought quite a few things today: clothes, water bottles, electronic products, and some pretty but useless trinkets.
Ji Jingchuan went to make dinner. When he came out to throw away the trash, he suddenly found that one of the shopping bags was a little heavy. He reminded it, "There's still something in it."
"Throw this away."
"You threw it away right after buying it?" Ji Jingchuan asked in confusion, "Is there a quality problem?"
"No, I was going to give it to someone, but that person didn't like it."
Ji Jingchuan frowned and asked, "Who is so ungrateful?"
He suddenly realized and sounded the alarm: "No, who are you going to give it to?"
Shang Que turned his gaze and stared at him for a few seconds: "You."
Ji Jingchuan was stunned for a moment, then said unhappily: "When did I say I didn't like it? You haven't even shown me what it is."
He reached out and a pink fur ball pendant appeared in front of him.
"I think it looks pretty good in the trailer," Shang Que spread his hands, "but you said you don't like this kind of cute things, so forget it."
In addition to the pink ball of fur, there are two small ceramic animal pendants next to it, a tit and a puppy, which are exactly the types he said he would never like.
"I didn't say that. You heard it wrong." Ji Jingchuan denied it flatly. He picked up the pendant and put it in his pocket. He snorted and said, "Since you gave it to me sincerely, I will reluctantly accept it."
Shang Que propped up his chin and said with a smile: "I knew you would like it. When we were little, you didn't even resist when I put a skirt on you."
Ji Jingchuan opened his eyes wide: "Shang Que, have you really done this?!"
*
In the evening, Shang Que, Ning Sheng and Lin Jinyi all posted photos taken during their outing on Weibo, and coincidentally placed the only group photo of the four of them in the center of the nine-square grid.
It's not quite accurate to call it a group photo. Ji Jingchuan, the cold-faced servant who carried Shang Que's bag, prudently refused to take a photo with them. But when taking this photo, he accidentally got caught in the shot.
In the picture, the three of them are smiling brightly at the camera, while in contrast, in the upper right corner, Ji Jingchuan is squatting on the ground with a look of despair on his face.
[The sisters are so beautiful, Ji Jingchuan is also a person [heart]]
[There is a kind of beauty that completely disregards Ji Jingchuan's life or death. ]
[Wow, is this a friendship boat team building? ]
【Why don’t I see the other two people? 】
Jiang Yize quickly appeared and answered this question.
Jiang Yizhe V: Why didn't you take me with you when you went out to play? Ugh.
Lu Zhixu also followed suit and posted an identical comment.
Lin Jinyi and Ning Sheng gave the same answer: [Ask Shang Que.]
[Shang Que V: Wouldn't it be convenient to have a driver?]
【Lin Jinyi V: That’s true.】
[Ningsheng V: Thank you, Master Xiaoji, for the pick-up and delivery service! ]
Ji Jingchuan drove them both and then went home with Shang Que. Seeing this, netizens suddenly became heated in discussion.
[So, the top star and young actress mentioned by the marketing account moving into the same residential complex, could it be them?]
[The purported rumor: A top star is living with a young actress. The reality: Ji Jingchuan works part-time as a driver.]
I suggest changing the title to "Top star dates three popular actresses in one day – a true master of time management."
[That's right, this is the result of eating so many marketing accounts. ]
Before going to bed, Shang Que received a call from his agent.
"A paparazzi came to me with photos and asked for a price. I was just about to ask what happened, but you solved it yourself." Fu Xingzhi sneered, "I was wondering how you could possibly live with Ji Jingchuan. They really are crazy about money."
Shang Que suddenly said: "Actually, Ji Jingchuan is indeed living in my house now."
"...What???" Fu Xingzhi rarely showed such agitation, asking as if he had seen a ghost: "Shang Que, you——"
"They are siblings," Shang Que confessed, "real siblings."
The shocking degree of this news was no less than that they were in love. Fu Xingzhi had previously guessed that they knew each other, but he did not expect that it would be this kind of relationship.
Brother and sister.
After a brief brainstorming, he accepted this fact. Thinking back, he realized that many of Shang Que's behaviors were actually quite obvious.
"So the reason you suddenly changed your focus and took on the variety show 'Friendship Boat' was because of him?"
"About the same."
The original intention was to change the plot to prevent Ji Jingchuan from ending up like in the book, where he was blackmailed online and killed. Now, it seems that everything is moving in a good direction.
Ji Jingchuan did not lose his popularity due to his lawless behavior on the variety show, and their relationship was not as cold as in the original plot until his death.
Fu Xingzhi jokingly said, "No wonder you didn't take it seriously when I told you two not to fight when you meet."
It’s no wonder that Ji Jingchuan listened to her so much on the show. Fu Xingzhi felt strange when watching the live broadcast replay. But now, all these strange feelings can be explained by one word - blood suppression.
"Okay, if that's the case, I know how to deal with it." Fu Xingzhi was completely relieved of the psychological pressure. "One last question, why have you been arguing so much these past two years?"
Seeing Shang Que's silence, he kindly reminded him, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I think there might be some misunderstanding between you two. No matter what, it's best to clear up the misunderstanding so you don't regret it later."
Misunderstand.
After hanging up the phone, Shang Que frowned and thought carefully about this sentence.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening outside. Although the movement was deliberately made light, it was still very obvious in the quiet environment.
Shang Que's thoughts were interrupted. She looked intently at the door panel and indeed heard the sound of tiptoeing footsteps.
Could it be that a thief broke in?
Just as this thought came to mind, there was a muffled "bang" sound, accompanied by Ji Jingchuan's cry of pain: "Oh my god, it hurts, it hurts, who put the chair here?"
Shang Que frowned, walked over and opened the door. The living room was dark. He turned on the light and saw Ji Jingchuan standing next to the chair that had been knocked over, holding his leg.
Seeing her, Ji Jingchuan's foot, which was secretly kicking the chair leg, stopped in mid-air. He immediately straightened up and pretended to be calm: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" Shang Que leaned against the doorway. "Why did you come in from outside so late at night?"
Ji Jingchuan opened his mouth and said: "I'm running at night."
Shang Que glanced at the clock on the table: "It's 11:30 pm. Are you running at night?"
"No?"
"Okay, but this kind of schedule can't happen in this house."
Otherwise, she would think there was a thief every time she went out late at night.
Shang Que thought for a moment and asked, "The leak in your house should be fixed, right?"
"It's not repaired!" Ji Jingchuan immediately explained to her: "My living room has wooden floors, which were damaged by water and need to be replaced and re-laid. It will take at least ten days or half a month to finish. Then I have to redecorate. The renovation will contain formaldehyde. I have to wait for the formaldehyde to dissipate before I can move in. This will take another two or three months."
As he was talking, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. When he looked up, Shang Que was looking at him with an expression that said, "Keep making it up."
Ji Jingchuan immediately stopped talking and said frankly: "Okay, I didn't go running at night."
"Then why did you go?"
"Hang up the car ornament you gave me," Ji Jingchuan said confidently, "Didn't you say it would look good on the car?"
Shang Que was stunned for a moment: "I didn't ask you to hang up now."
She turned and went into the room somewhat speechlessly.
Seeing this, Ji Jingchuan called out to her, "Are you going to chase me away again?"
Shang Que stopped and turned back to ask, "When did I start to drive you away?"
"You said this kind of routine can't happen in this house."
"But I didn't say you can't show up in this house." Shang Que slammed the door shut. "So if you want to run at night, finish it early."
Ji Jingchuan reacted for two seconds, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh!"
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