8:30 p.m.
After reading about her own scandal on Weibo, Ning Qiluo exclaimed, "Turns out I wasn't delusional after all. The richest man in Country Y is really my dad?!"
no!
She needs to find time to call Xu Zhufeng and confirm.
It's all her fault for losing her memory!
Ning Qiluo sighed again: "When will I regain my memories?" If she regained her memories, she wouldn't have to live in this inexplicable world every day.
Ning Qiluo poked her forehead with her hand, her expression scrunched up.
Jiang Yingchi noticed that the computer was placed aside.
Then he took her hand off her head, saying, "It's red."
Ning Qiluo: "What's red?"
"My forehead is red from being poked by fingernails."
Jiang Yingchi brushed the stray hairs on both sides of her forehead aside, then took her hand again and looked at it: "They're a little long, let me trim your nails."
It seems he was just informing her.
Then he found the nail clippers in the coffee table drawer, picked up her hand, and began to carefully trim her nails.
Jiang Yingchi.
"Um."
Ning Qiluo slowly tilted her head to rest on his arm, leaning gently against him, and asked, "I'm your fiancée, so my parents must know about this, right?"
"Um."
"So, does that mean our two families are in a business marriage?"
"Non-commercial."
"What is that?" Ning Qiluo asked, even more curious.
"Childhood sweethearts, inseparable."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
She lifted her head and looked at his chin: "You're not being honest."
Jiang Yingchi turned her head to look at her, her face expressionless, her eyes reflecting Ning Qiluo's image, and asked her, "Where are you being naughty?"
Ning Qiluo said seriously, "You say we're childhood sweethearts, inseparable since we were little. But we're nine years apart! That means when I was nine, you were already an adult! Where's the childhood sweetheart thing in all this?"
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
Do we really have to bring this up...?
Jiang Yingchi did not respond.
Continue trimming her nails.
Ning Qiluo noticed that he seemed unhappy again. Judging from his expression, he was cold and didn't want to talk to anyone.
Jiang Yingchi.
There was no response.
"Jiang Yingchi, Jiang Yingchi."
There was still no response.
"Are you ignoring me? Just think of me as young and not good at talking. I'll never mention your age again."
"..."
An invisible... deep knife stabbed into my heart...
"Jiang Yingchi, now that both our parents know we're engaged, could you please take me home to my house?" That was the question she wanted to ask, but it took her so long to finally get it out.
Jiang Yingchi paused for a moment while clipping her nails.
He glanced at her sideways and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
However, seeing Jiang Yingchi's expression, Ning Qiluo had a general idea: "Could it be that I don't get along with my family? Or perhaps I was kicked out for some reason and can't go back?"
No, not at all.
After trimming her little fingernail, he took her other hand and said, "It's not that complicated."
Really?
In fact, Ning Qiluo always felt that she had a conflict with her family.
Even Sister Yang said that she almost never contacts her family.
After the nails were trimmed, I filed them down a little.
"A-Luo, don't overthink it."
Jiang Yingchi held her hand, his gaze deep and intense: "As long as you've made up your mind, I can take you home anytime."
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