Chapter 63: Princess Queque
Shang Que stared at the diamond ring on his hand for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "What if you lose it here?"
"Call the police." Jing Ya said seriously, "More than 3,000 people will be taken to the police."
What a simple and unpretentious method.
Shang Que raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to ask, "What if we call the police and they still can't find him?"
"What if they can't find it even if you call the police?" Jing Ya imitated her tone: "Then you will suffer a great loss."
“…”
More than 300 million worth of diamonds is indeed a huge loss.
Shang Que suddenly felt like he was carrying a hot potato. "I'd better call Fu Xingzhi and ask him to send the box over. I can't afford to pay for it."
"Who said you have to pay?"
"Didn't you say that losing it would cause me heavy losses?" Shang Que curled his lips.
"Yeah, isn't it a huge loss if you lose your own things?"
"My stuff?"
Jing Ya tilted his head and looked at her, "Didn't I say before that I would give you a diamond ring when you got married? This is it."
In the past... when they were still dating, Shang Que fell in love at first sight with an exquisite bird mechanism box at an antique market. She spent most of her living expenses to buy it, and in order to match the box, she also specially bought a pair of couple rings.
Compared to this expensive ring box, the two ordinary plain rings seemed much more insignificant. But when Shang Que gave it to Jing Ya as a birthday gift, he was still deeply moved.
"It's just a ring, you're not going to cry, are you?" Shang Que was frightened by his reaction and quickly explained, "I'm not proposing to you."
"I know." Jing Ya hugged her tightly, and after a long while, he whispered in her ear: "Shang Que, I will give you a unique ring when we get married."
Shang Que: ...
You know what? You know what.
Shang Que felt that he was still young at that time and had never thought about getting married, so of course he didn't take his words seriously.
But she seemed to have forgotten that what Jing Ya said to her most often was -
"Shang Que, I never break my promise to you."
Yes, just like that.
But at that time, he always said this in a joking tone, and of course it was a small matter.
For example, Shang Que thought he forgot to bring her the cheesecake she had been craving, so she angrily pushed open the door, only to find the cake on the table. When she turned around, Jing Ya was looking at her leisurely: "I said I never break my promise to you, why don't you believe me?"
For example, at the end of the semester, Shang Que asked Jing Ya to stay up all night with her to finish her final assignment. She accidentally fell asleep and woke up after the deadline. She hurriedly turned on her computer, only to see a completed assignment on the submission screen. After she woke him up, shouting, "Jing Ya, you're my savior," Jing Ya's sleepy eyes shone with a hint of pride. She raised her lips and said, "Who asked me to help her finish her homework in her dream? Besides, Shang Que, I never break my promises to you."
Hearing these words again, Shang Que's eyelashes moved and he looked up at him.
The boy in my memory seemed to have merged with the boy now, but after losing his youthfulness, the cherishment and desire in his eyes became undisguised.
Shang Que was so burned that he subconsciously looked away, as if something was about to come out. In this atmosphere, Shang Que didn't know why his mind suddenly jumped, and he said, "If the person he's going to marry isn't you, why would you give it to me?"
…
After a few seconds of silence, Jing Ya suddenly said "hmm": "If it wasn't me, I would give it to you, but Shang Que——"
"I wish it were me."
Shang Que scratched his hands nervously at his rare gentle tone, and suddenly asked, "What if it really wasn't you?"
"Oh." Jing Ya sneered, changing his gentle tone: "Then you can't get married."
“…”
*
Dinner was at Jing Ya's house. In terms of living standards, he and Ji Jingchuan were similar, both living in spacious and bright apartments, though the decor was more simple and straightforward. Opening the door, the aroma of lotus root soup wafted from the kitchen. Shang Que shrugged, "Lotus root and pork rib soup."
"I told you that you were a police dog in your previous life." Jing Ya smiled and rubbed her head twice.
Shang Que slapped his hand away, changed into the slippers at the entrance, and said casually as he walked in, "I thought you would ask the restaurant to deliver the food to your door, but why are you cooking it yourself? It's so troublesome."
"You have to be more attentive when meeting the parents."
Shang Que paused, turned around and squinted at him: "Who told you this was a meeting with the parents?"
Jing Ya asked back, "Isn't Aunt Shang your parent?"
"Yes, but meeting the parents means meeting your lover's parents for the first time, right?" Shang Que was not confused by him. "Your situation doesn't count."
"Oh yes, this isn't the first time I've met your parents."
Shang Que: ...
Taking advantage of the loophole again!
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang rapidly. As soon as Jing Ya opened the door, Ji Jingchuan looked inside vigilantly: "Where is Shang Que?"
"In the living room," Jing Ya moved aside to let him in and politely greeted Ms. Shang: "Auntie, long time no see."
"It's been a while since we last met. You're still as handsome as ever." Ms. Shang was always pleased with Jing Ya and was very warm. "Auntie misses you too, and of course, the food you cooked."
Jing Ya smiled and said, "Then it seems that asking you to come to my house for dinner was the right decision."
"Oh, how is this a problem?"
Ji Jingchuan snorted a little unhappily when he saw Ms. Shang was so happy after being coaxed by Jing Ya's few words, but when he thought about what he was going to do next, he couldn't help feeling proud.
"Yes, Brother Jingya, we are the ones who are bothering you. To express our gratitude, my mother even made a cake for you."
Shang Que almost choked on his fruit when he heard this. He covered his neck and coughed a few times, then looked at Ji Jingchuan in disbelief: "What did you bring?"
"Cake! You can't come to someone's house empty-handed when you eat." Ji Jingchuan put the cake box on the table with a seemingly harmless smile: "She made this herself. It's super delicious. Brother Jing Ya will definitely eat it all!"
"You don't have to eat it all." Ms. Shang's confidence soared after hearing Ji Jingchuan's praise. She said expectantly, "But this cake is much better than the one I made yesterday. Xiaojing, try it and see if there's anything that needs improvement. I'll try your method next time."
When I opened the box, the cake inside was not as black as yesterday and I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was not delicious at all.
Ji Jingchuan could already foresee Jing Ya's reaction later. This was something that even he couldn't finish because of his motherly love for Ms. Shang. He didn't believe that Jing Ya could still pretend to be so flawless!
Let him covet Shang Que, let him want to use him to get close to Shang Que and get back together with her, this is the consequence!!!
Surprisingly, Jing Ya's expression didn't change at all when he looked at the poor-looking cake. He picked up a spoon, scooped out a piece, and after tasting it very carefully, gave a thumbs-up: "Mm, delicious! Auntie's cooking skills have really improved by leaps and bounds."
Ji Jingchuan:?
No wonder he is so popular with Ms. Shang, he has such strong endurance.
Ji Jingchuan gritted his teeth and said, "If I had known I wouldn't secretly throw away the cake last night, I should have brought that one over."
Shang Que couldn't help but feel a headache, and lowered his voice and said, "Other people invited us to dinner, so we don't need to repay kindness with hatred, right?"
"So what? He has bad intentions." Ji Jingchuan threatened fiercely, "Shang Que, you are not allowed to feel sorry for him."
Shang Que immediately blinked innocently: "I didn't."
"You're still saying no. You didn't have that attitude when I was eating that cake alone yesterday."
"That's because if you don't eat it, I have to eat it."
Ji Jingchuan didn't believe it and was deeply saddened. Ms. Shang had already been deceived by Jing Ya's words, and Shang Que was about to fall for her. Only he hadn't been fooled by such small favors.
At this moment, as the only sober person in the room, Ji Jingchuan didn't want to say much. He caught a glimpse of the diamond ring on Shang Que's hand and changed the subject, "Where did you get that ring? It's quite nice."
"Jing Ya gave it to me."
Ji Jingchuan's expression changed rapidly: "Actually, it's just average if you look closely."
Shang Que couldn't help laughing, but pretended to be confused and raised his hand to examine it for a while: "Ah? But it's very expensive."
"So what if it's expensive?" Ji Jingchuan said angrily: "I'll give you something more expensive than this."
"Is this true?"
"How could it be false?" Ji Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and said, "So Shang Que, don't be fooled by other people's sugar-coated bullets."
"I know, I know."
Shang Que just thought that he was just being competitive and didn't take his words to heart.
After returning from Jing Ya's house, she will start filming her new drama.
Ms. Shang returned to her hometown in Yunchuan, while Ji Jingchuan was preparing for next week's concert.
On Thursday, Shang Que finished filming her scenes and finally had a half-day break, but Ji Jingchuan said mysteriously that he wanted to take her somewhere.
"Gymnasium?" Shang Que asked doubtfully, looking at the concert stage that had been almost set up. "Have they started rehearsals so early? Where are they?"
"Without them, it's just the two of us." Ji Jingchuan squatted at the edge of the stage and stretched out his hand to her: "Shang Que, how about you be my guest at the concert?"
"Me?" Shang Que looked as if he had heard something funny. "You don't want me to sing, do you?"
"This is a concert, not a temple where a monk chants sutras."
Shang Que raised his hand to hit him: "Say it again."
Ji Jingchuan stepped back repeatedly: "Just kidding, how can you be so easily amused?"
He returned to the topic: "I have a solo performance, and the company wants to invite a guest. Not everyone can be the guest of this genius. Shang Que, don't you feel honored now?"
"Yeah, I feel really honored, so I decided to sacrifice myself and give this honor to someone else."
"Hey, hey, I was wrong." Ji Jingchuan immediately changed his expression and said in a low voice: "Please."
Shang Que raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Ji Jingchuan stared at her and said pitifully, "Shang Que, at such a shining moment, you won't let me stand alone on the stage, right?"
Shang Que was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then raised his head and inexplicably saw sadness in those peach blossom eyes.
The scene in the dream suddenly appeared in front of his eyes again. Everything around him was silent. He was lying alone in a pool of blood, pressing the photo on his chest, calling out to his sister unwillingly.
"Shang Que, Shang Que? What's wrong with you?"
Ji Jingchuan's anxious cry brought Shang Que back to her senses. She fluttered her eyelashes and said, "It's okay. Now that you've said that, I have no choice but to agree."
Her complexion returned to normal, and her tone was exactly the same as Ji Jingchuan's just now: "Not everyone can let me be a guest, Ji Jingchuan, don't you feel honored now?"
"Yes, it's my honor, alright." Ji Jingchuan was afraid that she would regret it, so he took Shang Que's words at face value. He extended his hand and said, "Come here, I'll show you the location."
There is a lift platform exclusively for Ji Jingchuan at the center of the stage, with a rotating glass staircase design and a circular platform with a single-sided fence at the top.
"There will be a swing here. You sit on it and wait. The lift will rise to about three meters high and stop. Then I will lead you down the stairs." Ji Jingchuan gestured to her.
The process was simple, and Shang Que nodded to show that he understood: "So which song are you going to sing?"
"Keep it a secret, you'll know when the time comes."
"Swings, stairs." Shang Que feigned an "ah!" and said, "That's so hard to guess. Could it be your new song 'Princess'?"
She stood on the floor of the lift, assuming a condescending attitude, and said to Ji Jingchuan, who was squatting on the ground tying his shoelaces, "Knight Chuanchuan, kneel down when you see this princess."
"...Shang Que, can you be any more childish?"
"You really don't have any childishness at all." Shang Que snorted, turning his back to study the lift: "Ji Jingchuan, come and take a look. Will the swing be facing this way when the time comes?"
After hearing no movement for a long while, Shang Que frowned and turned around to see Ji Jingchuan still squatting on the ground. She was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Why are you still squatting? Come here."
"You haven't told me to get up yet," Ji Jingchuan curled his lips, "Princess Queque."
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