"I was worrying too much. Coming here makes it seem like I'm being impolite and bothering you."
This statement is highly sarcastic.
Chu Wuyang frowned, disliking his sarcastic tone, and emphasized in a forceful tone...
"I told you I just forgot..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yang Jinchu grabbed her arm and interrupted her,
"Yangyang said you were sick and couldn't come. With this weather, I really didn't expect that President Jing could still have this much willpower even when he was sick."
His tone was indifferent, a stark contrast to Jing Min's disheveled state.
He was much more composed.
Upon hearing this, Jing Min's eyes sharpened, and his barely suppressed anger was forcibly contained.
As if reminded,
He lowered his eyes, his voice low and indifferent, yet subtly tinged with coldness:
"Yes, since we're sick, of course we should go out for a walk, lest someone take advantage of our illness and try to kill us!"
He emphasized the last few words.
Yang Jinchu smiled calmly.
He even turned around, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to her.
"It's cold, and you're so irritable. Would you like some tea? It'll warm you up and help you cool down."
Jing Min's jaw was clenched, his fingers slightly curled, and he tried his best to restrain himself.
He took a deep breath, constantly reminding himself—don't act impulsively, don't lose control.
They've only just started to recover; they need to stay calm...
He composed himself, and Jing Min walked to Chu Wuyang's side, straightening his posture to face Yang Jinchu.
His gaze fell on the teacup in Yang Jinchu's hand, he frowned slightly, and seemingly casually sniffed the aroma of the tea, speaking in a detached tone.
"This tea... has a rich and mellow flavor, which is quite unique."
He chuckled softly and sighed almost imperceptibly:
"Aged Longjing tea has a lingering, mellow, and understated flavor, which is indeed quite suitable for Mr. Yang."
Having said that, he casually looked away and added a nonchalant remark:
"Unfortunately, I've always been picky and don't really like green tea."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jin's faint smile remained unchanged, as if she didn't care at all about Jing Min's sarcasm and innuendo.
He swirled the teacup in his hand and said calmly:
"Longjing tea is all about the timing of the cooking process. The longer it is cooked, the more mellow and rich the flavor becomes, unlike the sharp taste of new tea."
He took a small sip, nodded slightly, and spoke in a calm tone:
"However, tea itself is not wrong; whether you like it or not is simply a matter of personal taste."
Yang Jinchu remained composed, each movement perfectly timed, demonstrating a measured approach without being overbearing or overly deferential.
It even carried a touch of gentle "consideration".
Jing Min's fingers tightened subtly as he secretly compared Yang Jinchu to himself.
Compared to Yang Jinchu's composed and measured demeanor, his past assertive and uncontrollable emotions seemed like a joke.
But how could one possibly admit defeat in front of a love rival?
He suppressed his inner turmoil.
Just as he opened his mouth,
Chu Wuyang, who was beside him, shoved him hard and said in a cold voice.
"Jingmin, isn't that enough?"
"It's just a cup of tea. If you're not grateful, fine, but did you have to be so rude?"
Jingmin turned to look at her in disbelief, all his bravado crumbling at that moment…
His heart tightened suddenly, as if he had been hit hard, and the pain made his throat constrict. He asked in a trembling voice.
"What did I say that was offensive?"
Chu Wuyang's eyes were filled with undisguised displeasure.
She couldn't understand what he meant; he was the one who started the sarcastic remarks.
Her tone was tinged with suppressed frustration, as if it were a long-accumulated pent-up dissatisfaction.
Are you crazy?!
The short sentence made Jing Min's head buzz. He looked at her sharply, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.
That same phrase, it constantly reminds him…
You mustn't lose control of your anger, and you mustn't make her hate you, otherwise you'll only push her further away.
He had already tried his best to restrain himself.
But at this moment, all restraint became futile.
He was about to say something,
But when he saw the coldness in her eyes, his heart sank, as if he had been doused with a chill.
He looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and finally said simply:
"Sorry for being so talkative."
After saying that, he took a step to leave, but as soon as he moved, a tearing pain shot through his wounds.
He was soaked to the bone, and the biting cold seeped into his bones through his skin when the wind blew.
He looked down at his arms, which were covered in mottled wounds beneath his coat, and he could vaguely see traces of undried blood under his sleeves.
Even though she tried to cover it up, she couldn't hide her disheveled state.
After Jingmin walked out,
Chu Wuyang only realized he was injured when he accidentally saw the bloodstains on the ground.
The bright red bloodstains were particularly conspicuous and shocking on the snow.
She turned around and whispered to Yang Jinchu:
"Excuse me, I'll go check on him."
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