Chapter 47 Tears What if I really cried?
“I will do it.” Liang Minghe repeated again.
The man's crimson eyes were moist, veiled by a hazy, damp mist, like two lakes shrouded in fog on a winter morning, desolate yet beautiful.
Zhou Jinqin was briefly taken aback by these words, but she quickly composed herself and touched his face as usual, looking into his beautiful eyes and gently saying, "You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" Liang Minghe protested, raising his voice. He buried his face in her palm and shook it, looking rather childish.
Zhou Jinqin looked at him helplessly, and said in a tone that sounded like self-mockery, yet also like a spoiled complaint: "Yes, you're not drunk. You still remember to hate me and resent me."
Liang Minghe did not agree, but simply raised his head and stared intently into her soft, watery eyes through the hazy mist.
The fog was too thick on such a night, making it impossible to discern the emotions in the man's eyes. Perhaps there was anger stirred up by her, and probably also a bellyful of resentment that he couldn't vent, Zhou Jinqin guessed.
She relented and put her arm around his neck, saying, "If you're going to do it, then do it."
A powerful, passionate kiss landed on my forehead, on the tip of my nose, on my lips and teeth, on my chin, and then descended straight down, climbing over hills, traversing the heart of the land, and heading towards the ravines.
But they couldn't go any further. The sofa was too narrow and not long enough to accommodate two people moving around too much. If they made even the slightest movement, they risked falling off the cliff.
This kiss was incredibly frustrating; neither of them felt comfortable.
Liang Minghe glanced at the somewhat dazed face beneath him and didn't move.
He adjusted his position slightly, crawled on Zhou Jinqin's abdomen, and gently kissed her right rectus abdominis muscle. Then he lay down on her waist and abdomen, rising and falling in sync with her breathing.
The kiss had stopped, but Zhou Jinqin remained curled up on the inside of the sofa, unable to come to her senses for a long time. Her breathing was disordered, and the humid air, thick with the smell of alcohol, made her dizzy, almost losing her ability to think.
After a long while, fresh air filled her body again, and Zhou Jinqin's scattered consciousness finally slowly returned.
She reached out and touched the furry head resting on her waist, wanting to ask him if it was over, but before she could utter a sound, she was sealed by a new kiss, and all the words that were about to form were swallowed back into her stomach as sobs.
Using his size advantage, Liang Minghe almost completely enveloped Zhou Jinqin, and with a slight effort, he rolled her over onto the soft carpet on the ground.
In an instant, Zhou Jinqin became the one in charge. Before she could even figure out what was going on, a large hand grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
Another intense, lingering kiss ensued, the air seeming to be suffocated. Zhou Jinqin sometimes wondered if she would suffocate and die.
But the other party clearly didn't give her much time to think. Liang Minghe easily switched the person to the bottom by slightly turning his body, regaining his dominant position.
He leaned down and pressed close to Zhou Jinqin, his lips following closely behind hers.
When a man kisses too fiercely, it reflects both an uncontrollable emotional descent and an inability to let go of anger.
Zhou Jinqin had never seen him so unreasonable before. She felt incredibly wronged, and her eyes welled up with tears. Large tears slid down her cheeks, wetting the area.
A salty taste suddenly invaded his sweet mouth, and Liang Minghe was stunned. He raised himself up to look at the woman with teary eyes beneath him, and suddenly felt a little lost and helpless.
"Does it hurt?" he asked blankly, his voice already hoarse.
Liang Minghe has always been physically strong and is always assertive and unyielding when it comes to kissing. Zhou Jinqin knows this very well. To be honest, she often craves being possessed by him, but she cannot accept his plundering tonight with his negative emotions, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.
If it's all based on hatred, is it worth continuing this love? Perhaps she's placing love on too high a pedestal...
Zhou Jinqin turned her head away stubbornly, refusing to look at him or utter a sound. She simply breathed and spoke of her exhaustion without holding a grudge.
Seeing her like this, Liang Minghe felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart, and he hesitantly reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyelashes.
Tuantuan, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, avenged Zhou Jinqin by leaping high into the air and delivering several meow punches to Liang Minghe's nose.
The kitten didn't extend its claws, but the force was considerable, causing Liang Ming and Shan Gen to feel a dull ache, making him involuntarily hiss softly.
Zhou Jinqin was startled and subconsciously sat up to check on him. The moment her finger touched the other's nose, their eyes met, and then they quickly looked away in tacit understanding.
Zhou Jinqin wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything. She just lowered her head with teary eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes and fell onto the carpet. The sound of the tears was swallowed by the fabric and became silent.
The vast space was filled only with Tuantuan's indignant meows; apart from that, the only other scent that could be smelled was Zhou Jinqin's immense sorrow.
Liang Minghe, feeling both heartache and regret, pulled her into his arms, letting her endless tears soak his clothes.
Now he knows, and it hurts her the most.
He stroked her hair and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."
Liang Minghe knew that his unusually anxious mood just now could not be blamed on the alcohol, but rather stemmed from the narrow-mindedness of a man. He admitted that he was just too jealous.
Once Zhou Jinqin calmed down, Liang Minghe took a wet tissue and gently wiped her face clean. Then, he silently carried her to the bed and put the cat, which still harbored resentment towards him, into the blanket to keep her company.
He pressed himself against the blanket and hugged Zhou Jinqin, who was curled up in a ball, again through the blanket, saying with a hint of self-deprecation, "I guess you won't want to see me again tonight."
Zhou Jinqin thought to herself, "No way," but in the end she said nothing and let him leave the room.
Zhou Jinqin did not sleep well that night. She slept intermittently and woke up when it was already bright daylight, past nine o'clock.
Tuantuan slept clingily beside her, as if it had stood by her side to fight the enemy. Zhou Jinqin's heart softened, and she hugged it and kissed it again and again.
Although Tuantuan was picked up by Zhou Jinqin, it spent more time with Liang Minghe, so she naturally assumed that the kitten's heart was with Liang Minghe, but that was not the case.
Although she didn't think it was entirely Liang Minghe's fault last night, the kitten's unconditional bias made Zhou Jinqin inevitably feel somewhat smug.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
My phone vibrated; it was Xiang Ziqing calling.
After a night of calm, her voice had returned to normal, without any hint of eroticism: "Celery, what happened last night?"
Zhou Jinqin instinctively wanted to say no, but then she realized she couldn't hide it from the other party, so she briefly recounted what happened last night, omitting the key points.
She didn't bring up the conflict involving the father and son, firstly because it was unnecessary, as it couldn't be explained in a few words; secondly, she thought it was a private matter for the Liang family, and she shouldn't talk about it so openly, just as she didn't want to dissect her own unpleasant family situation. She thought Liang Minghe probably didn't want more people to know or discuss his family situation either.
Xiang Ziqing pondered for a moment, then said optimistically, "Since it's just a misunderstanding, we can just talk things out. It's not a big deal. Besides, it might not be a bad thing. If a man is jealous, it means you're in his heart."
"Speaking of which, now that things have come to this..." Xiang Ziqing suddenly changed the subject, teasingly asking with interest, "Didn't you two 'fight' last night?"
Zhou Jinqin glanced down at her body, which was covered in red marks. She stammered, "No... but what happened between you and Liao Zhengqing?"
"Just like you heard," Xiang Ziqing said nonchalantly. "The plane isn't mine. How could I stop him if he insisted on getting on?"
Zhou Jinqin muttered, "But the bed is yours..."
Xiang Ziqing chuckled and said frankly, "Okay, I seduced him into it, there's no point in hiding it."
“Actually, we almost…” Zhou Jinqin’s ears turned red, and she swallowed back the rest of the shameful words.
"Why 'almost'? You're not willing?" the other end pressed.
“I’m not unwilling.” Zhou Jinqin answered decisively at first, but hesitated slightly later, “It’s just that he was a bit violent last night, and I felt a little uncomfortable…”
“Oh, doing it when the conflict is at its peak, that should be considered hatred, and it is indeed a bit cruel for a first time.” Xiang Ziqing, who had been through it all, spoke eloquently.
She prompted, "So what do you think now?"
Zhou Jinqin said, "At least once the misunderstanding between us is cleared up, at least he won't be angry anymore."
“At least you completely enjoyed it,” Xiang Ziqing added. “Actually, it’s not difficult. According to you, Liang Minghe wasn’t really angry with you. He was just jealous and possessive. I bet if you just acted cute in front of him and shed a couple of tears if necessary, he would probably give in very quickly.”
Zhou Jinqin suddenly remembered the tears she had shed last night, and her face involuntarily flushed.
Stepping out of the bedroom, the breakfast for one person was still warm on the stove, but Liang Minghe was nowhere to be seen; in fact, he hadn't seen him all day.
Zhou Jinqin thought that he was probably still blaming himself for his recklessness last night, and no matter what he did, he couldn't convince himself to let go of his jealousy. He probably hadn't figured out how to face her yet.
As night fell, Zhou Jinqin looked at the second single-serving vegetarian takeout meal that the housekeeper had brought up and couldn't help but feel a headache. Was Liang Minghe planning to starve himself to death in the study?
She slowly walked to the study, thought about what she wanted to say, and then raised her hand to knock on the door.
Before she could even utter a sound, Liang Minghe's voice came from inside, filled with obvious sobs and intense sorrow, along with words that were difficult to hear clearly through the door.
Is Liang Minghe crying?
Zhou Jinqin's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking too much, she knocked on the door twice as a token gesture and pushed it open without waiting for a reply.
Inside the study, the man sat calmly in his chair, his face not showing the expected tears.
He was wearing earphones, holding a script in his hand, and the phone playing a recording could be heard from someone who seemed to be the director.
"It's excellent! As expected, a simulated phone call is not as realistic as a real phone call. This version is much more natural than the one recorded in the recording studio. If you didn't know better, you would really think you were crying with a pitiful expression."
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Liang Minghe briefly spoke a few words to the person on the other end of the phone before hanging up.
He stood up and walked towards Zhou Jinqin: "Why did you come in?"
It wasn't a questioning tone; it sounded like he was genuinely curious about her purpose in coming.
Zhou Jinqin turned her back, eager to escape: "I thought you were crying..."
Just as she was about to step out of the study, a pleasant male voice rang out behind her again.
He asked, "What if I really cried? Would you stay now?"
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Author's Note: Fan Ting's "An Overview of Nanniwan": "The hills rise and fall, the forests are lush, and the ravines are deep and wet." [doge emoji]
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