Chapter 153
Ji Wanmei was taken aback, and looked down to see that it was a red savings book.
The savings account that Lei Tingjun gave to Ji Wanmei contained a total of five thousand yuan.
He earned over ten thousand yuan from his first business deal, but later he bought a car and paid his driver's salary. After all that, he deposited the remaining five thousand yuan into this savings account.
Lei Tingjun considered it a matter of course to hand over the money he earned to the girl he liked for safekeeping.
No one told him to do it; it was his own ingrained belief that he should do it this way.
When his grandmother was still alive, he thought that once he made money, he would go home and give it to his grandmother to keep, so that she could buy whatever she wanted.
Now that his grandmother has passed away, Lei Tingjun has no relatives left, only a girl he likes and wants to be with.
Lei Tingjun naturally handed the money to her for safekeeping, and told her she could buy whatever she wanted.
"Your passbook password is your birthday," Lei Tingjun said. "If you want to buy something, just take it from the passbook."
Ji Wanmei held the bankbook, her emotions a complex mix of shock and disbelief.
She hadn't even officially confirmed their relationship yet, and he had already handed over all his belongings to her.
Isn't he afraid that he might be lying to him?
After all, five thousand yuan is equivalent to Lei Tingjun's entire fortune at the moment.
He practically gave her his whole heart.
Ji Wanmei shook her head. She felt that the significance of this passbook was too heavy and profound. She handed it back, saying, "I can't accept it. You can take it back yourself."
Lei Tingjun was silent for a moment: "The money is a bit less. But this is only what I earned from my first deal. I'm sure I'll earn more in the future."
"It's not that I think it's too little!" Ji Wanmei stuffed the money back into his hand. "You can keep it yourself."
Lei Tingjun always listens to Ji Wanmei in everything he does.
But on this one matter, he has his own principles.
He was even more stubborn than Ji Wanmei, "You keep it for me, and I'll come back to you when I'm really short of money."
Ji Wanmei stomped her foot, genuinely a little angry with him. "Why are you so stubborn! I said no, and that's final!"
Did he even realize the immense psychological pressure he was putting on her by giving her the money?
Lei Tingjun held her hand, placed the bankbook into her palm, and whispered pleadingly, "Ji Wanmei, this is the only thing I can give you."
Ji Wanmei choked up and lowered her head, remaining silent.
At that moment, Lei Tingjun desperately wanted to pull Ji Wanmei into his arms and kiss her gently.
But he didn't; he did nothing.
Even if he wanted to hug her, wanted to kiss her.
Not at this moment.
Not the moment after he handed her the passbook.
He wanted to hug her and kiss her, simply because he liked her and couldn't control his desire to be close to her and to reciprocate her feelings.
It's not an exchange, it's not a condition.
It wasn't that he used money to win her over or bought this opportunity.
He only wanted to wait until she truly accepted him, truly recognized him, and truly fell in love with him before he could hug and kiss her.
At that time, all he had to do was open his arms, and she would surely rush into his embrace with the same joy as he did.
Lei Tingjun suppressed the surging emotions welling up inside him and said in a low, hoarse voice, "It's almost eight o'clock, we're about to close, let's go back."
Ji Wanmei bit her lip, lowered her head, and left without saying a word.
She was afraid.
She was afraid that if she stayed in front of Lei Tingjun any longer and looked into his expectant eyes, she wouldn't be able to hold back her emotions.
Ji Wanmei clutched the red savings book and walked forward step by step.
A bittersweet feeling welled up in her eyes, and her heart, like a ship tossed about in a turbulent sea of insecurity, finally found a safe harbor to shelter her.
Two water droplets landed with a soft thud on the tips of Ji Wanmei's shoes.
She choked softly, finally unable to resist turning around, running towards Lei Tingjun, and hugging him tightly.
She was like a gentle breeze, about to be blown away, but then suddenly turned back and rushed into his arms.
This surprised, delighted, and left Lei Tingjun in disbelief.
He opened his arms almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for this moment, and held her waist firmly in his arms, trapping her in his embrace.
He leaned down, buried his head in her hair, and inhaled her scent deeply.
"Lei Tingjun, how could you be so foolish!" Ji Wanmei nestled in his arms, standing on tiptoe and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
How could there be such a foolish man in this world?
She sobbed and cried, and Lei Tingjun's heart ached with her tears.
He frantically and clumsily wiped away her tears: "Don't cry, Wanmei, don't cry. Did I make you angry?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so bad at talking, please don't cry..." The clumsy man thought he had said something that upset the girl, and he hurriedly tried to explain.
But the more he explained, the harder Ji Wanmei cried, burying her face in his arms and sobbing, her tears falling like broken beads.
Lei Tingjun sighed softly, cupped Ji Wanmei's tear-streaked face in his hands, lowered his head, and gently wiped away the glistening tears on her cheeks with his lips.
A single tear hung fearfully on her curled eyelashes.
Lei Tingjun almost worshipped him as he gently kissed away the tears with his lips.
His thin lips gently pecked and caressed her eyelids.
What should I do? The girl in my arms looks like she's made of water.
Why were there so many tears on her face? They fell from her eyelids, slid down the tip of her upturned nose, and dripped onto the tip of her chin.
Lei Tingjun felt extremely distressed and chased after the rolling tears, kissing her delicate face.
His hot breath sprayed onto her face.
He kissed away all the tears she shed.
Her tears were slightly damp with fragrance, like the dewdrops on the most beautiful peony in the mountain stream at dawn.
Ji Wanmei stopped sobbing, her eyes and lips were red, but her cheeks were wet.
Her eyes were moist with tears, glistening with a tender sweetness.
Like a delicate flower battered by rain, fragile, slender, defenseless, pure and beautiful.
Lei Tingjun looked at the beautiful girl nestled in his arms, his gaze lingering on her rosy lips. Moved by her beauty, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Wanmei, can I... kiss you?"
Ji Wanmei's eyelashes trembled, she loosened her grip on him slightly, and stepped back.
Lei Tingjun felt a pang of loss, thinking she was about to leave.
He placed his hand on her slender waist, slowly loosening his grip, yet he couldn't bear to let go.
Unexpectedly, Ji Wanmei suddenly tiptoed and gave him a light, fleeting kiss on the cheek.
Lei Tingjun was taken aback and went to look at her.
Seeing Ji Wanmei's cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling, she glanced at him shyly.
Her lips were as soft and fragrant as flower petals. When she gently placed a kiss on his face, Lei Tingjun felt as if something had exploded deep inside his mind.
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