Chapter 47 Love is the transfer of power
"I just want to ask you one thing." She had a cool and ethereal face. "Do you like me?"
I like...I like...?
Jing Lin's amber eyes widened, his vision blank, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. His mind was sharp; Pei Ci's words were abrupt and strange, but he couldn't bring himself to think about them anymore.
like.
I love it.
I really like it.
I think of you every minute, every second, every moment. I want to be close to you, to be your partner. This is love, it's love! I love you.
If he weren't Jinglin, and if he weren't in such an embarrassing situation, he could have told her earnestly and sincerely.
If given ample time, he would plan a confession ceremony, personally overseeing everything from the start to the end, including the weather, time, venue, and the attire of the participants, in order to achieve the most perfect result.
Unfortunately, he was Jing Lin.
His birth, family background, appearance, his terrible interpersonal relationships, and his twisted personality were all insufficient to match her.
What Jinglin should do is...
Stripping away all intense emotions, Jing Lin's lips curved slightly, and he reverted to his usual carefree playboy persona.
"I like you." He had a teasing smile on his face. "The eldest daughter of the Pei family, the school beauty of Anta Academy, who wouldn't like you?"
"Everyone is completely captivated by Miss Pei."
As always, he cruelly deconstructed his deep and weighty emotions with a playful tone.
He didn't need to let her know; it was unnecessary and would only cause her more trouble.
"Why did you suddenly ask that, Miss?" Jing Lin asked with feigned curiosity, but turned her head slightly to avoid direct contact, and said with a smile:
"Do you want me to praise you from beginning to end? You know what, I'm a master at praising people, you know... "
He rambled on and on for a long time, but it wasn't boring. Pei Ci didn't stop him; she stared into Jing Lin's eyes, even though he wasn't looking at her.
But even the longest conversation eventually comes to an end. When Jing Lin finally stopped, his mouth dry, Pei Ci asked again, "Do you like me?"
Jinglin: "..."
"I like it," Jinglin sighed. "Didn't I already answer that?"
"Do you really like it?"
"Yes," Jing Lin said with a smile, "Otherwise, would I lie?"
“Miss Pei, I’m really curious, why did you suddenly want to ask this? Is this another prank you’ve come up with? Are you that worried about me and Ye Qingyu being together? But even after all this, you still…”
He suddenly froze as Pei Ci got close.
"You, you...you still..."
Jinglin's voice began to tremble.
He couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to separate from her, but when it came time to do it, he cowardly didn't want to move.
At this moment, Pei Ci's body continued to press closer. Her body, like a delicate dodder vine, clung to this lifeless, withered tree, recklessly controlling the rhythm of growth. Soon, their arms were intertwined, and the tip of her nose was less than a centimeter away from his.
this……
Is this a dream?
Jing Lin was stunned, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Is she...is she going to kiss me?
Well, we'll have to wait. He needs time to lick/wet his lips, otherwise it won't be comfortable to kiss him.
etc--
This is not a dream!!
Jing Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and his brain suddenly went blank. He stared intently at that face, but unfortunately, just as he was about to get close, Pei Ci's movements came to an abrupt halt.
"Do you like me?" Pei Ci asked again.
Pei Ci's presence here seemed to be implying that he could receive this reward if he answered the question seriously.
What exactly does Pei Ci want to do?
And just as he was pondering—
"Pop".
The warm touch was fleeting, a delicate fragrance lingered around my nose, and a gust of wind carried it away, as if it had never happened. But...
But... but it really was a kiss.
From Pei Ci.
She kissed me.
The young lady kissed me.
She took my first kiss.
He had never considered this possibility before. Realizing this belatedly, Jing Lin trembled and froze into a statue. Just as he was lost in thought, Pei Ci's slightly amused voice rang out. He looked up blankly and saw a faint smile on the girl's cool face.
This time, instead of asking, she said with certainty, "You like me."
"Thud—"
Jinglin's world has shattered.
I shouldn't know.
Pei Ci shouldn't know.
what to do?
Will he find me disgusting?
A playboy, a young master who supposedly had a football team's worth of ex-girlfriends. In other people's eyes, he's always associated with various scandalous affairs. His family is also notorious for its promiscuity, with seven or eight publicly acknowledged illegitimate children.
The Jing family, well aware of the essence of entertainment, have also integrated themselves into the entertainment world, becoming the subject of gossip at dinner tables and reaping huge traffic.
But that wasn't all. What puzzled Jinglin most was the family scandal. At less than six years old, Jinglin had already witnessed many things beyond his years. These came from his father, who was also his mother. Their faces were flushed with a rosy haze.
Family.
Jinglin wrote the word down. Then, below the word, he drew a heart between the simple sketches of a man and a woman.
"Love is the foundation of a family," Jinglin added as a note.
This was his observation, from which he deduced that his parents did not love each other.
He has no home.
"Why would you think that?" The woman opened her red eyes, her face full of surprise. "Of course your father loves me, and of course I love her too."
"She's in your friend's bed."
“I was in his friend’s bed too.” Finally, in front of her son, the woman sighed. “We had love, but we were more driven by desire; you could call it an open marriage.”
Jinglin remained silent.
The woman remembered the comic book the nanny had found while cleaning the room. It had a light pink cover and was about love between a man and a woman, with a touch of philosophy. After flipping through a few pages, the woman thought it was all nonsense and lost interest.
And now that I think about it...
"I never expected that our Jing family would produce such a romantic," the woman sighed.
"Love? Fidelity?" The woman sighed. "Your consciousness can control 5% of your body's cells, but you can't control your fickle spirit and excited body. Besides..." The woman rested her chin on her hand, "You are, after all, the child of me and Jingcheng, and you can't control yourself even more."
“I will not become like you,” Jing Lin said.
"Clap clap clap." The woman clapped her hands and said, "Then you'd better work hard."
“If you can’t devour the Jing family, you’ll only be devoured by them. But that’s too early. What you need to do first,” the woman sighed, “is to secure your position as heir among your brothers and sisters.”
Jinglin clenched his fingers.
Jing Lin made many efforts to break away from the Jing family. The plan was being implemented step by step, but by the time it was realized, he was already covered in mud.
“There’s no need for that, young master.” The woman brought by his business partner wore bright red lipstick. “After all, to outsiders, you’re practically rotten.”
Jinglin didn't refute, but simply ordered a male model to come in. He retreated to the living room, and a soft, whirring melody drifted out through the closed door. He had heard that sound far too many times. A wave of nausea washed over him, and his ashamed body felt hot, as if confirming the woman's suspicions. He picked up a fruit knife and coldly slashed his own face against the crystal tabletop.
A short while later, the matter was over. The man left, and the woman emerged from the room, exuding charm. Tomorrow, rumors about her and this young master would be trending, increasing her popularity.
They're both "ex-girlfriends" now...
The woman sighed, half-reluctantly, "Young master, you won't get sick from holding it in, will you?"
Will it cause illness?
He's been sick for a long time.
Jinglin pursed his lips. His hope for the future was to marry the person he loved. He would be a good husband and cherish his wife. If they had children, he would also be a good father.
He will not become his father or mother.
But now it's getting further and further away.
Besides, he already has a girl he likes.
Thinking about myself now, just standing in front of her, I feel an indescribable sense of inferiority.
He will not be a good husband.
And who is the most suitable person for her?
During the Pei family's party, he searched around and compared things repeatedly, finally settling his gaze on Lu Ran.
His family background, looks, and healthy views on love are all impeccable, except for his temper and intelligence. If I were to add myself to the mix, wouldn't I be the perfect person for this rich young lady?
So he chewed his gum and walked toward the nervous, trembling boy.
"You like Miss Pei Ci, don't you?" Jing Lin said his thoughts easily. He was still sizing up Lu Ran. How wonderful, it would be even better if he were Lu Ran.
But it's alright, he'll help Lu Ran by infiltrating his thoughts. Lu Ran, possessing his thoughts, is, to a certain extent, him. So he smiled even more gently, "I can help you."
He said sincerely, "Brother Lu, I know you want to earn the right to develop a relationship with her."
With his help, Lu Ran quickly became the winner. Jing Lin was happy, but also angry and resentful. He was a human being, and even though reason told him that it was right and he should help Lu Ran and Pei Ci get married, he couldn't help but occasionally want to sabotage it.
Fortunately, Pei Ci is different.
She will never fall in love with anyone.
And he, like the Little Mermaid, can protect the love between the princess and the prince.
He wouldn't let Pei Ci know that he liked her.
However—
“You like me.” Pei Ci looked at him firmly.
At this point, should he deny it, or defuse such a serious topic with well-placed humor? But as the moment approached, panic filled his mind. It's over. What should he do now? Disappear like the people he'd dealt with before?
In the midst of the panic, a hand was placed on his chest, and a gentle push was made.
"Thump."
Jinglin collapsed onto the sofa, involuntarily reaching out to cover his face, but Pei Ci easily stopped him.
Love is the transfer of power.
He couldn't muster any resistance and could only lay bare his predicament.
Pei Ci pressed down on him, and his body became so sensitive that it started to tremble as soon as they touched, exhibiting a state of tightening and restraint.
Jing Lin is clearly more outgoing than Lu Ran in terms of personality. Yet, he doesn't even have half of Lu Ran's initiative.
I was too nervous.
She was so nervous that she needed her guidance.
"Are you pretending to be innocent?" Pei Ci asked calmly.
The body beneath Pei Ci stiffened. Her tone, tinged with mockery and disdain, allowed Jing Lin to escape his feelings of unworthiness for once. He carefully observed Pei Ci's expression.
There was no boredom.
I didn't feel disgusted.
Her expression remained calm throughout.
Jing Lin was taken aback.
Yes, that's always been her way, treating everyone with indifference. Just like her gaze from upstairs, it falls equally on everyone.
Jinglin's body slowly relaxed, and he felt a burning thirst within him spreading outwards. He wasn't pretending to be innocent; he was just nervous, but his stiffness certainly ruined the atmosphere.
Then he raised his handsome, gentle face and asked, "Miss Pei, are you toying with me?"
"I am Ye Qingyu's boyfriend."
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