Chapter 103 So, it was me who pestered you.
Tan Zhaojing was at his wits' end by her crying. He picked her up like a child and put her on his lap, wiping her tears with his sleeve, but it was no use; they continued to flow.
"Keep crying if you keep going."
"You dare!"
This girl's temper flares up instantly; she kicks, bites, and scratches without hesitation.
He accepted everything; as long as they stayed by his side, he was fine with anything.
Lin Zaoyi was exhausted from making a scene. She leaned weakly against his chest, closed her eyes slightly, and swallowed her tears. "I want to get off the bus."
The grip on her waist tightened, and the man's voice fell beside her ear, "Let's go home together."
She was stunned. "Have you gone mad?"
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he calmly uttered, "Don't tell me you still don't understand."
I understand, but I can't...
"You clearly promised..."
"It seems you haven't figured it out."
Tan Zhaojing lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. The neon lights outside the window reflected in his eyes, illuminating only his blatant and undisguised possessiveness.
He smiled and said softly, "I'm letting you go because I don't want you to cry, not because I want you to leave."
Lin Zaoyi's pupils contracted.
No, that won't work.
She shook her head frantically, "I promised Mom..."
“So,” he said, emphasizing each word, “it was me who kept bothering you.”
Lin Zaoyi seemed even more upset, her heart feeling as if it were being kneaded by an invisible hand, a bitter and salty feeling coursing through her.
She hesitated before asking, "Does it really have to be this way?"
"It has to be you." Tan Zhaojing looked at her with deep eyes.
For a few seconds, Lin Zaoyi was captivated by those deep eyes, but fortunately, reason pulled her back.
No longer holding back, she almost yelled, "Do you know how selfish you are! I finally managed to forget about you a little, and you have to come and ruin it!"
Her vision went dark as a warm palm pressed against her eyelashes, followed by a light kiss on her forehead. "Then don't forget to stay by my side."
After that, the car was filled with silence. She didn't want to talk to him, and Tan Zhaojing didn't try to make conversation either. He just quietly held her in his arms.
When the car stopped at Xiyuan, the person in her arms stirred. "Brother Zhaojing, please don't get out of the car..."
The hoarseness in her throat made Tan Zhaojing's heart clench. He gently stroked her face with the back of his hand. Thankfully, she wasn't crying anymore.
Then, she said, "I'll stay at Jingwan for now, and I'll come to the front desk to find you at noon."
"No, I don't want to see you."
A slight smile curved his lips. "But I miss you."
Lin Zaoyi was tempted, but felt mostly powerless, as if she had punched a cotton ball.
She closed her eyes briefly. "Then think about it."
The living room was lit, and Lin Zaoyi could vaguely see her mother's figure through the window. She didn't go in immediately, but waited until she had calmed down before walking into the inner room.
Mingxian was absentmindedly scrolling through the evening news when she heard the noise and turned her head. The next moment, she looked at the nearby servants and said, "Bring out the sweet soup for Zaoyi."
"Auntie, don't bother, I'm not hungry."
Lin Zaoyi changed into slippers and moved to her mother's side, a hint of resentment in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me it was President Ji? I have business dealings with him. It's so awkward."
Mingxian didn't think that much about it. She had no plans to grow old together with her daughter. She just wanted her daughter to make more friends and change her mood.
"Just take it easy. If you feel you can continue, that's fine. If not, I won't put pressure on you."
After a half-second pause, he asked, "Any further ideas?"
The daughter shook her head.
She wasn't surprised; a relationship isn't something you can just end. "I'll let Aunt Ying know."
The call connected; after so many years of relationship, there was no need for beating around the bush.
"Zaoyi has no ideas."
Hearing this, Ms. Ying felt that her friend had made a decisive move, "This is only the first time we've met."
Mingxian stated her position: "It depends on Zaoyi; I won't try to match them up too much."
Ms. Ying understood what she meant, "I don't need you to matchmake him up, Bai Shen will pursue him himself, you can just wait to become my in-laws!"
Not to brag, but "our Baishen is just like Zhaojing, except he's busy with work and has no flaws. Is Zhaojing at Xiyuan right now? If he is, you can ask him."
Mingxian almost couldn't respond to that, and mumbled, "It's mainly about the two children."
Ms. Ying smiled and said, "I understand, I understand."
After chatting for a few minutes, her son returned home. She hung up the phone, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him. "How was it?"
Ji Baishen took a couple of sips of water to moisten his throat. "What do you mean, how is it?"
"What else do you think we should ask besides the morning ceremony?"
Ms. Ying firmly believes that her aesthetic sense is on the same page as her son's. "If I like it, I believe you will like it too."
Ji Boshen did not answer, and placed the half-empty glass on the central island counter, saying, "I still have work to do."
Ms. Ying: "No rush, let's talk first."
The young man ignored her, turned his back, and walked straight upstairs.
"...You haven't told me what you're thinking yet!"
Ji Baishen ignored him, went into his study, sat down in his office chair with a pile of documents in front of him, but he just couldn't get into the zone, so he simply moved to the balcony.
As night deepened, the city fell silent.
Looking down at the city, Tan Zhaojing stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, turning off his bedroom light. The moonlight streamed in, and he stood there bathed in its soft glow.
A fleeting glimpse of light outside the glass; his brows were indifferent as he held a phone in his hand, his fingertips idly stroking the screen.
Automatically turns off; press to turn on.
This process is repeated.
Lin Zaoyi slept only so-so that night. She vaguely heard her phone vibrate twice, but ignored it.
When I woke up and instinctively reached for my phone, I found two unread messages.
Tan Zhaojing: [What do you want to eat for lunch tomorrow? I'll bring it over for you.]
Ji Boshen: [Don't you still owe me pastries?]
Lin Zaoyi ignored the first point and replied to the second point with a serious expression, "I haven't forgotten, Mr. Ji. Which flavor would you like, or would you prefer a little of everything?"
Ji Baishen replied quickly: "Bring a little of everything, so you won't miss out. The Ji family will be collaborating with the Meng family to develop a new drug; I'll give you the latest news."
Lin Zaoyi's mood brightened considerably. As expected of President Ji, he was indeed the boss of the group. For him, a blind date was just a change of scenery for having a meal.
If she has any psychological burden, it will only make her seem petty.
Typing with both hands, [Okay, Mr. Ji, when are you available?]
The reply was concise: "Thursday, 10:30 AM."
That's the day after tomorrow, enough time to prepare.
Lin Zaoyi wasn't very busy in the morning. After finishing two articles, she leisurely strolled around until noon, and had lunch in her mother's office.
My phone vibrated.
She clicked on it randomly.
From him.
I'm in the parking lot.
My fingertip paused for a moment, then I exited the page.
About three or four seconds later, she opened it again and deleted it.
It seems like this makes me feel better.
But my heart was never at peace.
I decided to stop looking at the materials and just watch an animated film.
I watched the video from beginning to end, my eyes glued to the screen, but I didn't absorb a single thing that was playing.
The ad pops up automatically, and the countdown at the top feels like a kind of urging.
29, 28, 27...
My heart skipped a beat, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, feeling light and unsteady.
Suddenly, she stood up from the sofa, a rather abrupt movement that caught her mother's attention. "Why are you so startled? What's wrong?"
Lin Zaoyi made up a story: "I remembered I still have work to do, Mom, I'm going downstairs now."
I ran all the way to the elevator, but I stopped there.
Tan Zhaojing, dressed in a dark gray suit, sat in the car with a document in his hand. The window was half-closed, and he would glance at the direction of the elevator from time to time. Every now and then, several people would get out, but he never saw that figure.
As expected, the disappointment was still profound.
Today, Assistant Shao was driving. He sat in the driver's seat without saying a word. After a while, his butt hurt, and he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only quietly sway from side to side a couple of times.
Time passed slowly, and the car was quiet and stuffy.
Another half hour passed, and when Assistant Shao checked the time, it was 2:20, so he reminded him, "President Tan, there's a meeting at 3 o'clock."
Through the X-ray, the boss glanced out the window, then turned his head. It was rush hour, and there were more people, but Miss Lin was nowhere to be seen.
"Let's go." Tan Zhaojing rolled up the car window and closed his eyes.
For three consecutive days, Lin Zaoyi received messages from that person at noon. Except for the first day when she almost lost control, she remained unmoved for the next two days. However, during that time she would be absent-minded, staring at a certain spot for a long time.
Tan Zhaojing, you're really a nuisance.
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