The girl in front of him had almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, was pretty and charming, and had an indescribable vitality.
If we were to use popular terms to describe her, this girl would be a sweetheart.
Ling Qingyue had to admit that if he were the one who hadn't met Jiang Tian yet, he might have been happy to strike up a conversation with her.
Because this girl was his ideal type.
When someone meets their ideal type, they will subconsciously feel more favorably towards them and have the idea of getting to know them.
But that was all in the past.
After meeting Jiang Tian, the so-called ideal type became nothing but a passing cloud in Ling Qingyue's eyes.
Before meeting this person, encountering other members of the opposite sex might evoke feelings similar to liking.
But when you finally meet that person you truly want to love and spend your life with, everyone else becomes just an ordinary stranger.
At this moment, Ling Qingyue felt no emotion whatsoever.
He glanced at the girl in front of him indifferently and said, "Excuse me, I'm looking for someone."
The girl saw his face and was covering her mouth, screaming silently, when she heard his cold words.
Her expression shifted, revealing a hint of hurt: "K God, did I bother you?"
"Yes, please move aside."
The thought of Jiang Tian's disappearance made Ling Qingyue not want to talk to anyone.
His mind was filled with countless ideas.
Is it because he didn't do something right? Is it because Jiang Tian was afraid he would pester her, so she found an opportunity to go to that company?
Is it true that she really doesn't want him anymore...?
"Ling Qingyue, what are you standing there for? Where's my ice cream?"
Just as Ling Qingyue was trapped in a state of self-loathing, Jiang Tian's voice suddenly rang out behind him.
He turned around with lightning speed and saw Jiang Tian holding two strings of candied hawthorns.
Ling Qingyue didn't even know how he got there. By the time he realized what had happened, he was already holding Jiang Tian tightly in his arms.
"Sister, I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Ling Qingyue's eyes were truly red this time.
He looked down at her, his expression pitiful.
Jiang Tian was confused by him. She tiptoed and touched his hair. "I'm buying candied hawthorns less than 20 meters from this street. Didn't you say you wanted some? I thought I'd buy them for you first. You didn't have enough time to buy the ice cream."
Ling Qingyue looked in the direction Jiang Tian pointed, but it was a blind spot. He was completely lost at the time and only knew how to ask people questions; he didn't look in that direction at all.
It turned out to be a false alarm.
Ling Qingyue hugged her neck tightly and wouldn't let go: "I don't care, we'll do things together next time. I can't be without you for a single second."
The tone of her voice was clearly coquettish.
"Ling Qingyue, do you need me to remind you of your age?"
Ling Qingyue, disregarding that they were on the street, kissed her on the lips: "Even if I'm eighty years old, I can't live without you."
Seeing the look of disgust on Jiang Tian's face again, Ling Qingyue was not injured at all.
Fortunately, the ice cream hadn't completely melted. The two found a shady spot to sit down and quickly finished it off, each taking a bite.
Ling Qingyue looked at Jiang Tian and suddenly became serious: "Sister, you have ice cream stains on your lips."
Upon hearing what he said, Jiang Tian immediately became mindful of her image. Just as she was about to take out a tissue to wipe herself, Ling Qingyue pressed her head down.
Let me help you—
So, in the next second, Jiang Tian's lips were kissed and licked, and Ling Qingyue ate them like ice cream.
He then proceeded to stamp her lips as if to say, "You're mine."
Unsurprisingly, his ear was twisted again.
On their way back to the guesthouse, Ling Qingyue emphasized how panicked and helpless he had been during the few minutes he couldn't find Jiang Tian, trying to gain her sympathy.
The result was remarkable; he succeeded, so much so that he remained buried in Jiang Tian's body the entire way without being scolded by her.
The two stayed at a guesthouse that night, which had excellent scenery and quality.
Ling Qingyue took down their luggage and retrieved the room key. Jiang Tian didn't have to do anything; he had arranged everything.
The guesthouse has evening activities, including a bonfire party.
The two took a shower, tidied themselves up, and then went over hand in hand.
I didn't expect to run into an acquaintance here.
"Jiang Tian?"
Jiang Tian was somewhat surprised to see Xu Yize, while Ling Qingyue's face darkened.
Xu Yize dressed casually this time, instead of a business professional.
He looked at their clasped hands, his expression slightly complicated.
"Hello, Mr. Xu, what a coincidence." Jiang Tian gave a polite smile.
Xu Yize forced a smile: "Yes, it's quite a coincidence."
He still maintained his gentle and refined demeanor, but the sorrow in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
Jiang Tian pretended not to notice his unusual behavior and nudged Ling Qingyue: "Aren't you going to call for help?"
Ling Qingyue was consumed by jealousy at the thought of Xu Yize wanting to marry Jiang Tian, let alone greet him.
But Jiang Tian had already pushed him away, so Ling Qingyue could only say expressionlessly, "...Brother Xu."
He is twenty-four years old this year. Xu Yize is older than him. In terms of seniority, he can only call his rival "brother".
Xu Yize saw through Ling Qingyue's thoughts. He glanced at Jiang Tian hesitantly, then nodded and left when he found an opportunity.
"Ling Qingyue, I don't care how arrogant you are online, but if I see you being rude again, you'd better watch out."
Ling Qingyue had long since mastered the ability to judge Jiang Tian's mood based on her tone of voice.
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