Chapter 86 A Strange Competitive Spirit 4/30.06.44
This was the first time Kwon Ji-yong had experienced the feeling of his heart pounding wildly when a girl openly expressed her affection for him.
This was a feeling I had never experienced before, both strange and intense. My heart was racing uncontrollably, like lightning piercing the night sky, like thunder in spring, like a summer downpour, or like an explosive meteor shower.
Aside from that failed pursuit in his youth, he's used to the ambiguous games of adult relationships, the unspoken understanding between each other.
He won't be interested in girls whose feelings are obvious or too straightforward; he might even find them boring, let alone feel any attraction towards them.
He never knew that undisguised frankness could be so moving.
Kwon Ji-yong was about to get up and go to An Joo-feng's side when the bitter smell of tobacco wafted into his nostrils. He caught sight of the cigarette in his hand and froze.
"Aish," Kwon Ji-yong cursed under his breath and withdrew his movement.
He stubbed out his cigarette in the trash can beside him and remained seated, not moving closer to An Rufeng: "Of course I can afford it, no matter how much. When will you give me the full amount?"
Kwon Ji-yong waited for the smoke to dissipate, leaned back in his chair, and gazed intently at An Ru-feng, who was staring at him. His deep gaze traced the corners of her eyes.
So beautiful, those eyes are only for him now.
When will her heartbeat and body temperature belong entirely to him?
Anru Feng laughed upon hearing this: "Producer Quan, you've rehearsed countless times for your concert, rearranged the melody of a song multiple times and still felt it wasn't perfect enough, recorded songs dozens of times until you were satisfied before letting the team members go. You also know that rushing things isn't good."
“I don’t need to rehearse with you. My core chorus is usually decided from the beginning,” Kwon Ji-yong chuckled, looking at An Joo-feng. “I want to start singing my core chorus right now, what should I do?”
Anru Feng chuckled: "Where's the verse setup? Singing it straight ahead might make you sing off-key, right? Can you handle that?"
Kwon Ji-yong nodded slightly, lowered his head and smiled helplessly, revealing his neat and white teeth: "Okay, the most beautiful chorus is always the grand finale, I can wait."
Kwon Ji-yong looked at An Yeo-feng, who was some distance away from him, and suddenly seemed to be deep in thought.
She is very averse to smoking.
Would you mind if your partner smoked?
Did he quit smoking in 2012?
Kwon Ji-yong pondered, considering the possibility of quitting smoking.
He looked at An Rufeng and couldn't help but ask, "Is smoking a factor you consider when getting married?"
If his ex-girlfriends didn't want him to smoke, he wouldn't consider quitting, or if he did consider it, he probably wouldn't have much resolve.
But things are different now; his mindset has changed.
Although Kwon Ji-yong is happy that An Ru-feng treats him as a different person from the other timelines, and he doesn't want to be a substitute for 'himself', deep down he believes that the parallel universe version of himself is who he is.
So, while it's said that he and An Rufeng, who has no memory, are starting over in this timeline, he actually considers An Rufeng his wife.
They just lost their memory, they didn't get divorced.
He had previously mentioned marriage to his ex-girlfriend, but saying it and actually proposing and getting married are two different things.
If Anru Feng minds his smoking, he will be determined to quit.
Why are you suddenly asking this?
"I'm thinking about whether I should quit smoking. What if you didn't marry a smoker?"
“Wei? We’re not even together yet,” Anru Feng said with a laugh. “Aren’t you thinking too far ahead?”
Upon hearing this, Quan Zhilong glanced at her left hand. An Rufeng followed his gaze and saw the ring on her hand: "He got married in 2012. What would it look like if my smoking habit affected me?"
Does it make sense that the younger version of himself had a wife, but the future version of himself lost her?
Anru Feng: "..."
A man's strange and incomprehensible competitive spirit.
"Just smoke away from me. I don't like the smell of smoke, but that's not a factor."
Anru Feng is accepting of her partner's habits, even so-called bad habits. If her partner is happy with them, why should they change?
For example, when it comes to smoking, she can sit further away, and he can come to her after he's finished smoking and the smell has dissipated.
She didn't know what others were thinking, which was a good solution for her, and she could accept it gladly.
Anru Feng hopes that both partners accept each other as they truly are—completely and flawlessly.
Being together isn't about pursuing a perfect union, but about learning to live well together despite differences and imperfections.
Upon hearing this, Kwon Ji-yong made up his mind to quit smoking. Although she didn't consider this factor when she got married, he wanted to be able to be close to her at any time.
The assistant returned with coffee and brought one to each of Kwon Ji-yong and An Joo-fung.
“Your period is coming soon, so don’t touch anything cold,” Quan Zhilong suddenly said as An Rufeng picked up her coffee to drink.
An Rufeng was taken aback. She calculated the days and realized it was indeed coming soon: "How did you know?"
“I remember the last time I had a stomachache vividly.” Kwon Ji-yong’s expression was complicated.
During An Rufeng's last menstrual period, the two switched bodies. It was on the day when her menstrual cramps were at their worst, and that experience was unforgettable for her.
An Rufeng suddenly realized, but she didn't pay special attention to her diet during her period: "Just bear with it and it will pass."
She was thirsty and wanted to drink more, but Kwon Ji-yong stopped her and gave her a bottle of room temperature water.
“You should be drinking this, not iced drinks,” An Rufeng said to Quan Zhilong after taking a sip of mineral water.
"Why? I don't have a stomachache." Kwon Ji-yong raised an eyebrow.
“But you’ll have a stomachache.” Anru Feng had experienced stomachaches in his body and remembered it vividly.
Perhaps because she was used to menstrual cramps, An Rufeng felt that stomach pain was much more unbearable than menstrual cramps.
"It's okay, it didn't hurt too much." Within his tolerance level, even if it made him sweat, it didn't affect his singing and dancing at the concert.
However, "Since you care about me so much, of course I'll listen to you!"
Kwon Ji-yong's lips curled into a smile, his eyes sparkling. He put down his coffee and, like Anjou, began drinking room-temperature water.
His tone rose at the end, with a hint of coquetry, and his unique, sweet voice was like a saccharine bubble, making An Rufeng's ears tingle and causing her to smile involuntarily.
Anru Feng had to admit that she was charmed by a man who was almost 30 years old.
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