Chapter 119 She Didn't Let Him Lose
Shen Qingyan was indeed prescient.
His little devil is just too much of a fuss.
I've urged him several times, but he hasn't come downstairs; he's holed up in his room and won't come out.
He had no choice but to call her again.
"Chen Miaomiao, what are you dawdling for? It's time to go."
Shen Jingni stood there without moving, and said guiltily, "My phone is dead, I'm charging it."
Shen Qingyan was getting impatient with her. "Miss, what era are we living in? We can charge our devices in cars and airplanes. We won't cut you off from the outside world."
"Oh," Shen Jingni replied.
Only then did he slowly unplug the phone charger.
But she still didn't leave the room, and made another request: "I want to wear gloves, because it will get colder in the evening."
"Then hurry up."
After saying that, Shen Qingyan felt that she was unreliable. "Never mind, you go down first, I'll find it for you."
Shen Jingni lowered her head and didn't move. "I want to wear those white gloves with little bear patterns on them."
"They have quite a few requirements."
The young lady is not easy to please.
Shen Qingyan glanced at Shen Jingni, who was still standing in the room in a daze, and waved to her, "Go wait for me in the car."
She responded with an "Oh."
Shen Jingni then slowly went downstairs again.
Compared to Shen Jingni's dejection, Shen Zhuoyuan was quite excited.
“Miaomiao, remember to call us when you get to Los Angeles. Your mother and I will be coming next week.”
"Let's go to New York as a family sometime."
Upon hearing the word "New York," Shen Jingni couldn't help but recall the horrific shooting.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not going to New York."
Although he didn't know why his daughter didn't want to go, Shen Zhuoyuan still went along with her, "Then let's go to Chicago, Seattle, or any place you like."
Favorite place?
Shen Jingni's cheeks puffed out slightly, her hands gripping the bag strap, looking listless and unable to muster any interest.
But seeing how agitated Old Shen was, she couldn't bear to discourage him, so she said, "Let's talk about it later."
The driver had already put the two people's luggage in the trunk and was waiting obediently outside.
Shen Jingni got into the car, turned on her phone, and, as if possessed, opened her call history with Zhao Zonglan.
Outgoing call, 6 hours and 9 minutes.
So long?
That means he didn't hang up the phone after she fell asleep.
The call was only cut off when her phone ran out of battery.
Thinking of this, Shen Jingni's eyes suddenly felt hot, and her nose began to sting.
She quickly looked away and locked her phone.
Shen Qingyan took the gloves and handed them to her as he got into the car, saying, "Here, your bear gloves."
"How old are you? Why are you still wearing such childish clothes?"
Shen Jingni didn't say anything, but silently put the gloves into her bag without wearing them.
She didn't want to wear gloves at all; she just... didn't want to walk.
Shen Qingyan didn't pay much attention and simply told the driver to drive.
Beijing International Airport handles over 60 million passengers annually, with peak passenger volumes occurring during the winter break and at the end of the year.
At this time, the sun is setting and twilight is falling.
The airport was still crowded, with people hurrying by and making a lot of noise.
Shen Qingyan led Shen Jingni through security and prepared to go to the VIP waiting room.
As soon as she entered the hall, Shen Jingni heard a little boy crying next to her.
The child, who looked about four or five years old, was wearing a stylish black down jacket and a gray woolen hat, and was crying very sadly.
The young mother half-squatted on the ground and coaxed him gently, "Don't cry, be a good boy. If you're good, Mom will buy you whatever you want."
The little boy was still young and didn't quite understand reason. He raised the back of his chubby hand to cover his eyes and pouted, saying, "Why should I listen? I don't want to listen."
Very domineering and stubborn.
Just like Shen Jingni as usual.
The mother patiently took out a tissue to wipe his tears and said earnestly, "Because Mom loves you. Only when you are obedient and grow up well will Mom be at ease."
This sentence is nothing special.
But it stirred up an indescribable bitterness in Shen Jingni's heart.
With Zhao Zonglan, she doesn't have to obey him, but he will still love her.
He allows her to be naughty, allows her to cry and be pathetic, and will offer her his shoulder and candy.
These past few days she's been wondering if she really wants to be with Zhao Zonglan.
Can she really accept his controlling and possessive nature?
The answer has actually been there for a long time.
When she traveled all the way to San Francisco to find him; when he was always the first person she thought of whenever she encountered trouble; when she said, "Zhao Zonglan, I choose you"...
From the moment Zhao Zonglan said he loved her.
She probably can accept it.
Shen Jingni stopped and looked at Shen Qingyan's back, calling out in a long voice, "Brother."
Shen Qingyan turned around and saw her pouting, her eyes looking pitiful and aggrieved, as if she was about to change her mind.
It's over, it's really over.
He slapped his forehead, let out a heavy sigh, and said in a somewhat fierce tone, "Shen Miaomiao, you'd better think this through."
"I've thought it through very clearly."
Shen Jingni's eyes were a little red, and her voice was trembling with tears.
“Brother, I’ve been thinking about him a lot these past few days. I get upset and jealous when I see him with other women. You told me that this is how it is when you like someone.”
Hearing this, Shen Qingyan really wanted to slap himself twice.
He stared straight at her, his anger blazing, and asked through gritted teeth, "So, you're going to marry him?"
Shen Jingni shook her head.
"No."
"I will not marry him now."
She is still young, and marriage is too early for her; this is a principle she will not easily break.
"But I want to tell him myself..."
"I like him."
As soon as she said those words, Shen Jingni couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.
It turns out that saying this is not difficult at all.
"Brother, I'm sorry."
Without further hesitation or waiting for Shen Qingyan to speak, she turned and ran towards the exit.
Flight information was being broadcast over the loudspeaker. Shen Jingni ran through the bustling crowd, going in the opposite direction from everyone else.
It was slightly cool at sunset.
The small square outside the security checkpoint was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.
As soon as she went outside, she saw Zhao Zonglan standing by the railing in the square.
He was wearing a dark gray overcoat, over which he was still wearing a suit and shirt. He stood there quietly, his tall figure upright and solitary. The cigarette between his fingers had burned quite a bit, but he didn't smoke it.
The moment he saw Shen Jingni, his body stiffened slightly, and the long piece of cigarette ash trembled and fell to the ground.
"Zhao Zonglan!"
She cried, calling his name loudly, and ran towards him without hesitation.
Zhao Zonglan couldn't help but recall the question Song Yanting had asked him two hours earlier.
What if we lose?
He remained silent for a long time, so long that the burning sensation of the cigarette flame stung his fingers, before finally speaking with certainty in a deep voice: "She won't let me lose."
Shen Jingni will not let Zhao Zonglan lose.
She didn't let him lose.
Zhao Zonglan's gaze followed the girl running towards him with tenderness.
The person he loves is on their way to love him.
As dusk falls, we traverse through a sea of people.
It brought him all the beauty and redemption in the world.
Zhao Zonglan opened his arms to her and smiled very softly.
Her eyes welled up with tears.
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