Chapter 95 Love Object
"Is it?" Obviously, compared with what Kan Zhenzhong said, Fang Yun's words at this time attracted Gao Luo's attention more.
Parents are always interested in gossip about their children.
Especially Gao Luo, who has been asking about her daughter's love history since high school.
She shook her head. "Qingxu doesn't seem to have told me about this." She looked at Fang Yun. "How do you know he's a romantic partner?"
Fang Yun showed Gao Luo her phone. On the home screen, the A in Qu Wen's note stood out prominently.
Gao Luo and Fang Yun exchanged a glance, their interest piqued. However, clicking into their previous chat history wasn't a good idea, as it involved Lin Qingxu's privacy.
Lin Qingxu went to the kitchen to wash the fruit; the person concerned was not there.
But didn’t Kan Zhao just come here?
After all, they lived together during school, so they must have known each other a little. Furthermore, the slight cold war between him and Lin Qingxu since winter break made Gao Yao believe Fang Yun's suspicions a little, and also believed that Kan Zhao knew something.
Pretending not to notice Kan Zhao's sudden change of expression, she stormed out with a single sentence, "Kan Zhao, does Qing Xu have a boyfriend?"
Fang Yun paused while cracking melon seeds and subconsciously looked at Kan Zhao's reaction.
"have no idea."
Gao Yao nodded slightly and asked, "Do you know this senior?"
"I don't know him." The answer was short and stiff.
Kan Zhao suddenly stood up.
The coffee table was slightly shaken by the hem of his clothes, and ripples appeared on the water in the cup.
The good mood I had been in for the past few days was instantly wiped out by this message. It was all just a self-deceiving illusion.
Any slightest movement regarding Lin Qingxu and Qu Wen could easily shatter all his disguises. Kan Zhao thought he had accepted the status quo, but when he heard the word "love interest," the sharp pain in his heart could not deceive him.
How could I be so willing to not fight for it and give up the rose that I have carefully nurtured since childhood so easily? It has nothing to do with sunk costs, it's just because I care.
But Lin Qingxu doesn't like him...
Kan Zhao forced himself to maintain his composure, but it seemed to be of no avail.
But when I thought of Lin Qingxu's tears a few days ago, I didn't want to make her sad again.
"I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll go back first."
Hoarse voice.
Without waiting for a response, he strode towards the entrance. His fingers paused as they touched the doorknob, where the amulet they had made together last year hung, its red tassel swaying gently.
"Bang".
The door wasn't closed loudly, but it made the crystal ornaments on the living room chandelier jingle.
"What's wrong with him?" Kan Zhenzhong finally reacted.
Fang Yun rolled her eyes at him. This dad was really doing his job well. She was too lazy to criticize him.
As a mother, I can't just stand by and watch without doing anything. Although I used to think that I should just let things take their own course, I still feel heartbroken when I see my son like this.
It's not completely wrong to take a step back and find out the truth.
"Let him be, that's his temper. In recent years, except for Qing Xu, he has restrained himself a little bit. Who else does he like?"
"By the way, Ajin." Fang Yun mentioned it casually, "What do you think about Qingxu having a boyfriend? Qingxu is old enough, it's time to consider it."
Although they usually talk about everything, the topics focus more on themselves and there is little talk about their two children. The main reason is that there is a big difference between raising children for boys and girls, not to mention that one is Lin Daiyu, who was sickly and had many disasters in her childhood and was smart, while the other is Kan Dasheng, who is unruly and cannot be controlled.
Gao Yao poured herself a refill of tea, steam rising from the air. "Take that incident with Lin Haidong, for example. I found it hard to accept then, but now it's not so bad."
Fang Yun's hand holding the melon seeds was suspended in mid-air. She still remembered the night when Gao Luo smashed everything that could be smashed in the house, and finally collapsed on the mess on the floor, crying in her arms.
"Time..."
Gao Luo suddenly smiled, a few gentle lines forming at the corners of her eyes. "At first, I thought it would be best for Qingxu to have a few more relationships. It doesn't have to be too long. Try different types of people and just get a feel for them. It's better than hanging yourself on a tree in the future."
She turned to look at the amulet swaying at the entrance.
"But it still depends on Qingxu's feelings. If she likes it, whatever she wants is fine."
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Lin Qingxu didn't know what had just happened. She washed the fruit, cut it into pieces, and then came out of the kitchen carrying the fruit plate.
I found that Kan Zhao was no longer in the living room.
She looked around, her eyes lingering for a moment on the empty corner of the sofa, where only a slightly sunken cushion remained. Lin Qingxu didn't pay much attention, thinking that Kan Zhao had something urgent to do and would be back soon.
There was a skit on TV, featuring a recently famous comedian, but the plot didn't seem particularly interesting.
Gao Luo stopped talking to Kan Zhenzhong and mentioned to Lin Qingxu that someone had sent her a message.
Lin Qingxu picked up his phone and saw that they were all very ordinary New Year greetings messages. Some of them looked like they were sent to a group. Lin Qingxu replied to them one by one.
Gao Luo seemed to mention something about her senior unintentionally, and then brought up that A, asking if Lin Qingxu had a boyfriend in college.
Not at all.
That was a note Lin Qingxu had written a long time ago. During her freshman year, she had been in frequent contact with Qu Wen, and most of that contact was due to academic matters.
Although advisors are chosen during the third and fourth years of college, Lin Qingxu was chosen in advance. Qu Wen was also supervised by the same advisor, and the two often competed on projects together.
During my freshman year, I had to earn activity points, so I joined a lot of activity groups. A lot of messages were suppressed, and communicating with Qu Wen was a frequent occurrence, so Lin Qingxu simply made a note.
Without any personal feelings involved in the gossip explanation, Gao Luo's originally high spirits also cooled.
Suddenly, a ringtone sounded. I found it was Kan Zhao's phone.
Qiao Yang's note interface is displayed on the screen, along with his own unique background sound.
"Maybe because he was feeling so unwell, Kan Zhao even forgot to take his cell phone." Gao Luo suddenly said.
"Is Kan Zhao feeling unwell?" Lin Qingxu stopped replying to the message and looked at Gao Luo.
"Is that so?" Gao Luo said, "He just said he wasn't feeling well." Turning to Fang Yun, she said, "I saw Kan Zhao looked a little off this morning, and he took some cold medicine. Maybe he was tired tonight, or maybe he had a high fever. Ah Yun, did Kan Zhao look a little uncomfortable last night?"
"Should be...right?" Fang Yun took over her words.
Lin Qingxu felt a little guilty for not noticing Kan Zhao's discomfort due to his negligence.
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The author has something to say: This relationship is so hard, sometimes I just want to force them to be together. But INFJs need to say they like each other over and over again, then make an unwavering choice, and then spend some time inwardly before making up their minds.
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