Chapter 4
Rong Jing listened to a lot from her mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law's surname is He. She has lived alone in a tube-shaped building for twelve years. Rong Jing heard from Xie Changshi that Mother-in-law He's children have all settled abroad. She originally wanted to take Mother-in-law with her, but she was unwilling.
She likes living in a tube-shaped building.
Rong Jing lived in the tube-shaped building for a year and often moved a small stool to sit next to Grandma He to watch her knit.
Rong Jing’s first sweater was knitted by Grandma He. It had a black and white giant panda on the chest, which looked very beautiful.
He didn't feel hot when he got the sweater. He put it on in a few seconds and went to show off to Xie Changshi. However, after learning that all the sweaters Xie Changshi had in recent years were knitted by Grandma He, he felt deeply hurt and burst into tears.
Rong Jing: “…”
Recalling this little story, he touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassedly.
Just like before, she called out "Grandma" obediently, and then said bluntly: "Grandma, I'm here to look for Xie Changshi."
Grandma He looked at the young man before her. Twelve years had passed unnoticed, yet Rong Jing didn't seem to have changed much. He had grown taller, and his features had lost their childishness, yet he still looked very young. Her palm, like the wrinkled bark of a dead tree, gently stroked Rong Jing's face. Meeting the boy's dark eyes, Grandma He smiled and said, "Ashi hasn't lived here for many years."
ah?
Really moved away?
Rong Jing's shoulders drooped, and he thought of the difficult hexagram again.
This is so accurate.
Before the unhappiness on his face was fully exposed, he heard Grandma He laugh again: "But before he left, he told me that if Xiao Jingzi comes to look for him in the future, just call him and he will come back to pick you up."
Grandma He still remembered the day when Xie Changshi was taken away by a group of bodyguards in black suits. The young man was surprisingly calm. Since he had no contact information, he knocked on the door of Room 801 and politely asked her, "Grandma, I might have to go on a long trip and won't be back for a while. If Ah Jing comes back, please ask him to wait for me at home."
Then he took her home phone number.
In the first few years, Xie Changshi had little contact with her. The turning point happened the year Xie Changshi graduated from university.
He personally returned to the tube building, brought many gifts, and renovated Room 803, which had not been lived in for many years.
Before leaving, he said something similar: "Grandma, if Ah Jing comes back, please call me and I will rush back."
Grandma He didn't know where Rong Jing had gone, but she knew that Xie Changshi had been waiting for Rong Jing to come back.
And now, Xie Changshi has finally waited.
Granny He handed the phone to Rong Jing and explained in a gentle voice, "Originally, I left Ah Shi's number, but Ah Shi seems to have something to do recently, so it's his assistant who has contacted me. Little Jingzi can call his assistant."
It turns out that Xie Changshi already has an assistant.
Rong Jing's fingers pinched the phone, and when he pressed the dial button, his heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst out of his throat. He took two deep breaths and said, "Hello, I'm Rong Jing. Mother-in-law said that she could contact you to find Xie Changshi, right?"
After the last note fell, there was silence for a long time. This strange atmosphere lasted until Rong Jing couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake. Suddenly, a hoarse and low voice came from the other end of the line: "I am Xie Changshi."
Rong Jing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked impatiently, "I'm Rong Jing, do you still remember me?"
Do you remember the little zombie who always liked to act like a spoiled brat and make trouble and lived with you for a year?
"Remember." After a pause, he continued, "Just wait at home, I'll come and pick you up—"
He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
Rong Jing looked down at her phone and saw that the screen was no longer bright.
Granny He came over to take a look and exclaimed, "I forgot to charge it!"
…
The call was suddenly hung up, and when he called back, the phone was turned off. Xie Changshi's already pale face looked even uglier.
Casually throwing off the snow-white quilt on his body, he instructed Song Qing in a cold voice: "Send someone to bring some clothes and go to Sui County."
Song Qing was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting: "But don't you want to do a full body checkup when you just woke up?"
"That's not necessary."
He knew exactly what had happened to him this time.
Song Qing had been with Xie Changshi for five years, and he knew his domineering and decisive personality best. He stopped raising any opinions that might contradict his own, and continued on his phone as he walked out. Once everything was ready, and he sat in the passenger seat of his black Maybach, he became increasingly curious about who the person on the phone was, and what their relationship was to Mr. Xie.
After all, it was the first time that Song Qing saw Xie Changshi have such emotional fluctuations.
It takes about two hours to drive from Yancheng to Sui County. Song Qing was a little worried about Xie Changshi's health, and he always looked at Xie Changshi's face through the rearview mirror from time to time.
It was almost evening when we arrived in Sui County.
Song Qing would come to the Tongzi Building every year to give Grandma He some gifts, so he was very familiar with the roads in Sui County. He directed the new driver to turn, and when he saw the building in his sight, Song Qing quickly said, "It's just ahead."
The Maybach stopped at the door and the back door was pushed open.
His long legs wrapped in black trousers stepped out of the car and landed on the ground. Xie Changshi stood next to the car and subconsciously looked up at the balcony on the eighth floor.
The setting sun cast a vast expanse of orange-red light across the sky like swathes of paint, imbuing the old, gray-white tube-shaped building with a vibrant hue. And perched on the railing in the eighth-floor hallway, a slender young man looked down curiously, just as he had twelve years before, every time he came home from school, he would look up and see Rong Jing perched on the railing, waving excitedly at him.
Rong Jing doesn't have to go to school. He is like a kitten locked up at home and unable to go out. He is always waiting for his owner to come home and play with him.
Xie Changshi walked forward, but Rong Jing was still immersed in the stunning glimpse he had just had.
The little zombie's eyesight was more than twice that of a human, and he could clearly see Xie Changshi's features. After not seeing him for twelve years, Xie Changshi seemed a little different from what he remembered.
This realization reached its peak when Xie Changshi appeared on the eighth floor.
The man wore a well-tailored black suit, which made him look even taller and more slender. His brows were stern, his expression was indifferent, and at first glance he seemed aloof and distant. Not to mention that when he looked up, his narrow eyes were even colder than the starless night before.
...Completely different from the boy twelve years ago who was also cold but always gave him a helpless expression.
Rong Jing felt like he'd been doused in a bucket of cold water. The excitement and joy he'd felt after successfully contacting Xie Changshi were completely washed away. He stood there hesitantly, the little zombie's inherent danger alarm beeping, making him afraid to move forward.
The dark, moist eyes stared at Xie Changshi. Rong Jing struggled for a long time before asking softly, "Xie Changshi?"
"Um."
"Really?" Rong Jing muttered, and then expressed his doubts tactfully, "You seem a little different from before."
Xie Changshi stared at the young man.
It hasn't changed much from what he remembered, especially the pair of round eyes that looked at him with the agility of a small animal.
He took two steps forward with his long legs and stood in front of Rong Jing. With his eyes lowered, he spoke calmly about the boy's little secret: "That tooth of yours cost me all my money, 13,000 yuan. You still thought it looked ugly, so you cried and asked the doctor if they could replace it with a gold one. The doctor laughed at you for your unique taste, and you thought he was praising you—"
Her palm covered his lips, and the soft breath and touch made Xie Changshi slightly startled.
Rong Jing swallowed hard and gave him a flattering smile: "I believe you, I believe you, but don't say such embarrassing things in front of others."
He turned sideways and indicated that there was an assistant behind Xie Changshi.
Song Qing stood there, staring at Rong Jing's hand covering his boss Xie's mouth, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.
Wait, isn’t it a common problem among domineering CEOs to be obsessed with mysophobia?
Mysophobia?!
"tissue."
The low voice brought Song Qing back to his senses, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
No problem, my mysophobia is still there.
He had the habit of carrying wet wipes in his suit pocket. When he heard Xie Changshi's instructions, he immediately stepped forward and handed him the wet wipes.
Xie Changshi lowered his eyes and took it. He grasped the boy's slender wrist with the long fingers of his right hand. His fingertips were pricked by the soft and smooth touch. After a pause of one or two seconds, he pulled the wrist down as if nothing had happened, put the tissue against Rong Jing's palm and wiped it.
Song Qing: “…”
Unlike Song Qing's silence, Rong Jing blinked, and his pounding heart suddenly calmed down at this moment.
In the past, whenever he went out to play, Xie Changshi would pull him to wash his hands every time he came home, and while washing he would be taught: "Pay attention to hygiene, be careful not to get sick."
Then he pulled the tissue over and wrapped it around his fingers, carefully not missing any part.
It’s Xie Changshi.
Rong Jing took two more steps forward and whispered, "This time I really believe you are Xie Changshi."
He pointed at Xie Changshi's hand and added, "Your habit of wiping my hands hasn't changed."
After wiping the palm of your hand, start from the base of your middle finger and rub upwards, then to both sides.
Xie Changshi raised his eyelids and laughed suddenly.
The sudden smile softened his ascetic and indifferent brows and easily suppressed the oppressive feeling that came from within him.
Rong Jing was a little stunned and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"
"You haven't changed in your smile."
Rong Jing frowned: "I have changed. I pay attention to hygiene and wash my hands before eating."
"No." The man's slender, cold white fingers pinched the wet tissue, crumpled it up casually, and threw it into the trash can in the hallway. His fingers drooped naturally, revealing the back of his hand with distinct veins. He said, "What I mean is, you're still as stupid as before."
After he finished speaking, before Rong Jing could jump up and down in frustration, he placed his palm on the boy's head, pressing it gently. As he passed by, he turned his head to look back. The sunset behind him created an inconspicuous tenderness: "But he's just as cute."
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