Chapter 68 The Cat Talks to the Dog...
Strange. Distant. Cold.
All sorts of words that shouldn't belong to Jiang Ranxu suddenly burst into Meng Weishen's mind. He suspected something was wrong with his brain. He had wanted to call Jiang Ranxu just a moment ago, but when the other party actually appeared in front of him, his desire to avoid him grew wildly.
He subconsciously turned his eyes away and saw a skinny stray cat flash by the side of the road and pick up a rotten lunch box from the trash can. Before he could feel pity, the cat had already noticed his gaze, abandoned the food, and dodged into the bushes.
But Li Yingxuan insisted on facing the enemy head-on, leaving him behind and striding forward:
"Hello, Mr. Jiang. Wesley was just consulting me about divorce, and since you happened to be here, I suggest we find a coffee shop or something to have a good chat."
Jiang Ranxu smiled, revealing his neat, white teeth, like a sharp blade, splitting the dim evening. "Excuse me, when did we get a divorce? I've never heard Weiwei mention it. I don't think there's anything to talk about. As a lawyer, you can't know more about the situation than the client."
Meng Weishen finally arrived at the scene. Before he could even stand, Jiang Ranxu had already grabbed his arm and dragged him closer to his camp. Even through the heavy clothing, he could still feel a dull pain, perhaps radiating from Jiang Ranxu's dark pupils.
"Weiwei, do you want to divorce me?" Jiang Ranxu asked him lightly, "No way?"
Jiang Ran didn't often call him by his nickname in private, so it looked like he was being deliberately affectionate with him. Meng Weishen's scalp tightened, and he quickly recounted what had happened:
"Why would I divorce you? Li Lu just reminded me that our prenuptial agreement was about to expire and asked me what my plans were for the future. I said the agreement had long been invalid and we definitely wouldn't divorce. Well... it's that simple."
Li Yingxuan was clearly dissatisfied with him because he had taken too much of the follow-up information for himself, so he added on his behalf, "Also, Wesley also told me about your recent situation. Let's not talk about that suspicious blind date coincidence before your marriage. Mr. Jiang, I believe you suffer from a serious mental illness. Your partner should have the right to know about this. Could you please get a mental health examination?"
Meng Weishen's heart was pounding. He was eager to dissuade the other party, "Stop talking about this. This is not what I expected." But Li Yingxuan continued, "Also, I heard that you recently forced Wesley to move. Are you worried about someone coming to your house? And this person must not be allowed to meet Wesley. Who exactly is this person you are worried about?"
Jiang Ranxu did not answer, but simply twisted Meng Weishen's arms and forced him to look into his eyes.
"Weiwei, I've always believed that love is a matter between two people, so I've never hired a lawyer before or after marriage. It's okay if you have reservations about me, but you should find a new lawyer. After all, this Lawyer Li and I have a personal grudge, so he keeps insulting my character."
"personal enmity?"
"Yes. Back then, when Asher wanted to sleep with him, he thought she wanted to date him. In reality, the number of people Mr. A wanted to sleep with was enough to open up a whole store of cosmetics stores in Sanlitun. So pathetic." Jiang Ranxu lifted his chin and smoothed his hair, his movements so gentle and ghostly, "So this lawyer can't even figure out how to date, yet he wants to give advice on other people's marriages. It's a joke. You didn't really believe his lies, did you?"
Although Meng Weishen hadn't personally witnessed the past grudges between these people, Li Yingxuan was visibly angry, which was enough to prove that what Jiang Ranxu said was true: "Jiang Ranxu, this has nothing to do with your friends. Don't change the subject. The doubts about you now are all facts, right?"
Meng Weishen had already made up his mind. Holding Jiang Ranxu's hand, he walked towards the elevator of the apartment building and said goodbye to Li Yingxuan. "Li Lu, let's call it a day. If you need anything, come to the office tomorrow to see me."
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Open flames are prohibited in the commercial and residential apartments, and the kitchen area only has an induction cooker and a microwave. If Meng Weishen eats dinner alone, he will microwave a cup of milk and put a nut bar in it to make it go away.
But Jiang Ranxu arrived. For dinner for two, Meng Weishen didn't want to skimp. He splurged on Shengbodian takeout, including two deep-fried pork chops, two crab croquettes, and a plate of foie gras rice.
There were no lights on in the house. Jiang Ranxu had his back to him, leaning on the semi-open terrace, his figure a shadow amidst the city's neon lights.
The awkward experience just now left an aftershock between the two of them, and Meng Weishen felt uneasy. He took the initiative to move forward, hugged Jiang Ranxu's waist from behind, and rubbed his shoulder with a flattering look.
When they were so close, he realized that Jiang Ranxu was not looking out the window, but was sleeping with his eyes closed, leaning against the window.
Jiang Ranxu seemed to have difficulty in raising his eyelids, and turned his head to avoid his touch, his voice tired: "I haven't taken a shower, don't kiss me."
"It's okay, you smell clean."
Jiang Ranxu still dodged stubbornly.
Meng Weishen asked, "Do you want to go to bed and sleep for a while? You have too many dark circles under your eyes now, it's ugly."
"I already said I haven't showered and I don't have a change of clothes. I won't sleep."
The other party's attitude was cold and hard. Meng Weishen was completely baffled by the complexities of interpersonal relationships and stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.
He thought hard for a while before he suddenly saw the light. He thought he had found a suitable opportunity to discuss his condition. He pulled out the laptop from his shoulder bag and presented it to Jiang Ranxu like a treasure.
"Jiang Ranxu, you're too concerned about cleanliness. Your symptoms are indeed very close to obsessive-compulsive disorder. I found a set of obsessive-compulsive disorder self-assessment forms today. Why don't you try them first and see the results?"
But Jiang Ranxu's expression grew darker. "Who gave you this form? Li Yingxuan?"
"No, I found it myself."
Jiang Ranxu only nodded perfunctorily. He suddenly asked, "Do you think Li Yingxuan is good-looking?"
Meng Weishen's mind suddenly slowed, and he chose a more objective evaluation: "She's pretty, but she doesn't really like to talk to people. Why are you asking this suddenly?"
"Oh, you think I'm easier to deal with than him."
"Of course, you're much easier to talk to than him. But what do you mean by 'finished'?"
Jiang Ranxu smiled and said, "It proves that you are very capable. Others couldn't handle him, but you almost managed to bring him upstairs and into the house."
"Really? He was trying to get me to divorce quickly, so we talked all the way to the apartment."
Meng Weishen was completely confused.
Jiang Ranxu continued to smile, showing him a row of sharp white teeth: "You are really a straight man. As long as the other person's face is good-looking enough, you can accept a man."
Meng Weishen felt as if a sharp blade had scraped across his eyelids, only millimeters away from fatal damage. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he finally realized the danger was approaching. "What do you mean? Do you think I'm interested in Li Yingxuan?"
“I saw it with my own eyes.”
Jiang Ranxu concluded calmly.
In a trance, Meng Weishen seemed to be back in the meeting room of the Compliance Department. The charges were thrown at him, and every word on them seemed unfamiliar to him.
"Half an hour ago, because he kept urging me to divorce, I proposed to terminate our agency relationship." Meng Weishen clenched his teeth so tightly that he could even taste the blood from his broken mouth. "What on earth are you thinking? Don't you know that I like you? I've been thinking about you every day since I moved out. You're already tormenting me enough. How could I have time to think about someone else?"
Jiang Ranxu remained silent, staring at his bitten lips with the eyes of a prey examiner.
There was a knock on the door, and the takeaway ordered by Meng Weishen arrived.
Jiang Ranxu went to get the takeaway for him, as if to silently apologize to him.
The temperature outside was close to zero degrees, and the fried food was already cold. Jiang Ranxu poured two croquettes onto a porcelain plate and put them in the microwave to heat them up.
A small nuclear bomb was dropped onto the porcelain plate, creating a long, humming sound. Both of them endured the noise, and no one spoke.
It wasn't until the croquettes made a crackling sound that Jiang Ranxu finally pulled open the cabin door and the noise stopped abruptly.
Jiang Ranxu picked up the porcelain plate and apologized to Meng Weishen: "I'm sorry. The microwave temperature was too high and the croquettes you bought cracked."
The shells of the two croquettes on the plate had split in the middle, and the potato and onion entrails were splattered all over the plate. It was a horrific death.
"It doesn't matter, you can still eat it even if it's cracked."
Meng Weishen subconsciously took the food from the other person's hand, but as soon as he touched the bottom of the porcelain plate, a burning pain penetrated through his fingertips.
Meng Weishen withdrew his hand in pain, and was stunned for a moment. Then he knocked down the porcelain plate, pinched Jiang Ranxu's arm, turned on the faucet, and washed his fingers with cold water.
The heat had left scarlet burns on Jiang Ranxu's fingers, making his skin appear sickly pale. But he remained expressionless, as if insensitive to pain. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."
"That's okay, but don't mention it again."
Meng Weishen easily forgave Jiang Ranxu. He optimistically thought that it was because Jiang Ranxu cared about him too much that he was jealous and angry with him.
Jiang Ranxu turned off the water flow and easily broke free from his restraints: "But don't say your love is so strong. You actually don't understand anything."
Meng Weishen's nerves finally relaxed, only to tense up again. His headache returned, the nerves twisting around his temples into a knot, and the buzzing moved from the microwave to his brain.
He pulled his hair irritably. "Jiang Ranxu, how many times have I asked you, what do you want? You came all the way here to find me, aren't you just to make me unhappy? Then you should go back. Goodbye."
Jiang Ranxu was also unwilling to leave and insisted on pestering him: "Aren't you a straight man? You agreed to sleep with me just because we were compatible, right? What else could it be?"
"Because... you're not sick, are you? You disgusted me first, and now you want to force me to say how much I like you. You think I'm a masochist. I can't say it now."
"Because you have a professional filter for doctors, you have been projecting your own fantasy of your favorite profession onto me."
Meng Weishen was almost laughing with anger: "Fuck, I might as well take off all my clothes and lie down in front of your medical school. Call me anytime if you need money."
"If I were truly a psychopath, committing murder, arson, and other evil deeds, what would you do? You would simply hide back home overnight."
"Why do you have to make such assumptions? But you're obviously not as hateful as you say!"
"See, you just don't want to admit it."
"What do I admit?"
"Admit that the me you like is just the me you imagined." Jiang Ranxu reached over with his burned fingers and combed his messy short hair. "Of course, I deserve to die much more than you do. Everything about me in your eyes is just a deception I deliberately created. If you really knew me, you wouldn't like me at all. You would just think I was a troublesome psychopath."
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