Chapter 50 Drone Confession
"Jia Jia, are you back?"
It was not until the next day that Song Mingxi learned that Mu Jia had returned to Beijing.
"Yes, I have to go to work tomorrow."
Mu Jia held the phone and called her, "I'm cleaning the house. I'm going to clean the rooms that haven't been occupied for ten days."
"Do you need me to come over and be your free laborer?"
Mu Jia thought about it and pursed his lips: "That's fine."
Song Mingxi drove over in a hurry.
She has always acted like a young lady.
Today I picked out a fiery red sports car and parked it in front of Mu Jia's apartment building, which attracted all kinds of attention.
"If you're so high-profile, people will think someone in our building is being kept by a rich man."
"You're almost there."
Song Mingxi walked in and looked around mysteriously, "...He went to Wuzhou to see you during the New Year holiday, right?"
Mu Jia subconsciously paused.
"who."
"Don't pretend," Song Mingxi said sharply. Without changing his shoes, he squatted beside the cage and tormented the little rabbit: "Xie Siyan."
"You're taking advantage of me because I've been visiting relatives every day during my New Year's holiday and haven't gotten the latest news... I ran into Zhou Xu and the others at the bar yesterday, and he said Xie Siyan was out of town during the New Year holiday. Oh, and he was talking mysteriously about pursuing someone..."
"Since he knows our relationship, I guess he said it specifically for me."
Mu Jia blushed at what she said.
Before he could speak, Song Mingxi leaned over and said, "I'm just curious about a question—"
"Has he met Lin Nuo? Hey, this kind of drama where two men fight for one woman, I've only seen it in romance novels."
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In the afternoon, Song Mingxi received a phone call and then went out. When he came back, he was holding a large bouquet of roses in his arms.
Mu Jia looked at the gorgeous red roses and asked, "Who gave this to you?"
"Who else?"
Song Mingxi smiled, patiently placed the roses aside, and pursed his lips: "He Chen. I told him that I like pink roses, but he insisted that red roses are more like me, budding and in full bloom."
Mu Jia felt like he had smelled the sour smell of love.
She opened the window.
Song Mingxi: "Why are you opening the window?"
"Let the smell go."
As Song Mingxi's love life was progressing rapidly, that night, Song Mingxi, Mu Jia and He Chen went out to dinner together.
A very stylish western restaurant.
Mu Jia looked at the number on the bill and asked, "Are you sure?"
Although both of them spent a lot of money, she still felt that the prices here, with so many zeros, were too much of a complaint.
"It's okay, go ahead."
He Chen is a bit introverted, not very talkative and taciturn, but he is quite polite.
So Mu Jia ordered Australian lobster and pan-fried salmon, and pushed the menu over.
He Chen only ordered steak and salad from the food list. Mu Jia nudged Song Mingxi and asked, "When did you two confirm your relationship?"
Song Mingxi lowered his voice and said, "It was last night."
Mu Jia thought of something, "...Does Chi Zhao know?"
"I don't care about him," Song Mingxi scoffed. "He's already flaunting his celebrity crush in public, so why should I stick to my wifely code of conduct? He's just a nominal fiancé. I'll kick him out when I get the chance."
When the two of them said this, He Chen had no expression from beginning to end.
Only when Kenny Kwan was mentioned did he open his eyelids and glance over. Mu Jia looked over in confusion and met his gaze.
Song Mingxi turned his head without noticing, "You know Guan Yingxin."
Guan Yingxin is in the limelight.
And it's the type that boys would like - big breasts, thin waist, sweet looks, a little coquettish, the kind of pure desire.
Just after thinking this, He Chen nodded and said lightly: "There are people in the dormitory who are fans of celebrities."
Song Mingxi let out a "Yoho".
Mu Jia pursed her lips, "...it turns out boys also chase stars."
This further broadened her knowledge.
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The temperature dropped that night.
Song Mingxi and Mu Jia were walking back when they received a call from Xie Siyan: "Is she with you?"
It turned out that the call was made directly to Song Mingxi.
Song Mingxi looked to the side. In the limited interactions she had with this person in her life, the only one who could use the word "she" was the one next to her.
Song Mingxi said, "Come to Financial Street."
"What are you doing over there at this late hour..."
You can't just invite them to the bar, right?
"Just come."
Song Mingxi thought about it and hung up the phone, then suggested to Mu Jia: "Why don't we go for a walk in the Financial Street." Mu Jia's apartment was nearby, only two kilometers away, so it was normal to take a walk after dinner.
She had no objection.
He Chen followed the two of them and walked slowly towards the Financial Street.
The first month of the lunar year has not yet ended, and the city is still immersed in the New Year festival. The light show on the exterior walls of the buildings is brilliant, illuminating half of the night sky like daylight.
The logos of major companies flash one after another in the neon lights, and the prosperity is almost unreal.
Before I got close, I heard a burst of exclamations from the front.
"Wow - which rich young man from Beijing is pursuing someone? What a grand show!" A girl excitedly pulled her companions to talk.
He Chen looked up.
Under the pitch-black sky, thousands of drones are moving slowly in precise trajectories, as if controlled by an invisible hand.
They first gathered into a huge, beating heart, and then transformed into a bouquet of blooming roses.
More than 100,000 yuan is spent per minute.
What is burned is not money, but paper.
Each petal sparkles with delicate light, swaying slightly in the night breeze, its beauty almost luxurious.
The drone show was still going on. Song Mingxi excitedly grabbed Mu Jia's hand, observing the changing patterns in the night sky. "Isn't this almost as impressive as that Dharmadhatu in Saudi Arabia? It's truly inhumane."
She turned her head to look at He Chen, avoiding him, and whispered, "Comparison is the end of the world. When I compare myself to you, I suddenly feel that roses are not as fragrant as they used to be." Mu Jia was looking at the night sky. Hearing this, she whispered back, "You have not thought about it yet. You two just confirmed your relationship."
Song Mingxi curled his lips, but finally went to hold He Chen back.
Mu Jia thought this was just a one-sided spectatorship. Sometimes she also liked to watch other people's romantic love. It was so exciting.
But before she could get lost in thought, she saw the patterns in the night sky converge and change, and finally even two abbreviations of names appeared:
MJ-Mujia.
Song Mingxi's face was frozen as he looked to the side. Just then, a text message came to his phone, "Go downstairs to Ping An Building."
Sender: Xie Siyan.
Just two steps away, Song Mingxi doubtfully took Mu Jia's hand, crossed the traffic light, and just as they walked under the door, a huge rose pattern appeared in front of them. Zhou Xu was taking pictures beside them, "Our heroine is here."
Mu Jia paused.
Then, an arm reached down from the car, pulled her into the car, and the central lock was engaged. A large bouquet of roses was stuffed into her arms.
A man's deep voice was heard in my ears:
"Stay with me."
The night deepens.
The last dot of light from the drone show disappeared into the dark night sky.
Someone in the crowd sighed quietly: Another lucky girl has been taken away by a rich man.
Song Mingxi jumped in front of Zhou Xu and said, "Damn! You guys are using me as bait, right?"
She knew that Zhou Xu's unexpected encounter with her in the bar and his strange words were meant to imply something.
It turned out that they wanted me to be a flower girl.
They also provide door-to-door delivery.
Zhou Xu smiled, but before she could speak, her eyes suddenly fell on He Chen beside her.
"This is..." He said nonchalantly, "Would you like to introduce me?"
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