"I didn't."
As if afraid he wouldn't believe her, Ning Qiluo's expression and tone were particularly serious: "I didn't say I wanted to break off the engagement with you, really."
"Is that so..." He smiled slowly, the corners of his lips curving upwards, his deep eyes gazing at the stars.
He's laughing?
What is he laughing at?
"Actually, I'm not..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but when he met Jiang Yingchi's deep eyes, he swallowed back all the explanations. It seemed that explaining now would be superfluous.
Then I won't explain it.
She could tell from his body that it was real.
She was definitely lustful.
In short, she definitely misbehaved just now.
But... my chest hurts so much.
She raised her hand to rub her chest; it really hurt when her chest bumped into Jiang Yingchi's face. As she rubbed, she slowly stopped, then slowly looked up to meet Jiang Yingchi's eyes.
Good heavens! What was she just doing?!
How could she be so lewd and blatant, rubbing her breasts in front of him?
But that's not what she meant, and she immediately said loudly, "I'm a respectable person."
"Um."
"..."
Jiang Yingchi's voice was indifferent, as if he didn't care much about what she did.
That's good, that's good.
Ning Qiluo's gaze finally lingered on his chest, on the red mark she had scratched with her fingernails, and she said guiltily, "This, some medicine will do."
"No need."
He picked up the shirt on the table, seemingly about to put it back on, his expression returning to its usual harshness. Ning Qiluo knew he was definitely angry, but she didn't know what to say.
Seeing that one of his arms was already inside the sleeve, Ning Qiluo quickly said, "Wait for me, I'll go get Grandpa's clothes for you to wear."
She turned around and ran away as fast as she could.
After she left, Jiang Yingchi's expressionless face lit up with an even more unrestrained smile, and finally he raised his hand to his forehead, filling the surroundings with a joyful atmosphere.
Same personality, same person.
...
After leaving the room, Ning Qiluo's heart pounded rapidly the whole way.
Clutching her wildly beating heart, Ning Qiluo went to her maternal grandfather's place.
Ning Wangshan was smoking a pipe when Committee Member Zhou was reporting on today's political affairs to him. Ning Qiluo entered and interrupted him. Ning Wangshan gestured for Committee Member Zhou to pause for a moment.
"Grandpa, I got Jiang Yingchi's clothes dirty. I've come to borrow some clothes for him to wear."
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Ning Wangshan took off his pipe, coughing a few times from the choking smoke. "You got Yingchi dirty? Where did you take him?"
"I didn't take him anywhere. I just... I just accidentally threw up all over him."
Suddenly, Ning Wangshan stood up. "What? You spat on him?"
Ning Qiluo: "..."
Oh no, I don't know how to explain this anymore.
"Why don't you go get clothes from Zhuoyan? Come and get mine. My clothes are old-fashioned and don't fit well. Zhuoyan and Yingchi are about the same size, so they fit me well."
"Um, my cousin is already asleep, I don't want to disturb him," Ning Qiluo casually made up a lie.
"Asleep? Zhuoyan can sleep this early?"
"..."
Ning Wangshan probably knew the truth, so he didn't say anything and changed the subject, saying, "Tell me, what exactly happened on your end?"
Ning Wangshan put his pipe back in his mouth and slowly sat down.
Ning Qiluo was in a hurry to get back, so she briefly explained the situation. After listening, Ning Wangshan asked her, "You weren't rude to them, were you?"
“Me?” Ning Qiluo pointed to herself. “I wasn’t rude to him at all, I just…”
"Just what?"
Ning Qiluo couldn't answer.
She had only accidentally pushed Jiang Yingchi, leaving a scratch on his chest, and his face had bumped into her chest. Of course, she couldn't say any of this out loud.
"Committee Member Zhou, go to my wardrobe and get a clean set of clothes," Ning Wangshan gestured.
Committee Member Zhou nodded, put down the documents in his hand, and went to get his clothes.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Wangshan lectured her: "Yingchi is a guest, don't bully him."
"I don't."
"You still say you didn't," Ning Wangshan said sternly, "If you didn't, would you spit on someone's body?"
Ning Qiluo: "Okay..."
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