Wang Cheng: ...
He must be out of his mind to actually believe he has someone in his heart. "Sigh..."
Lin Qiong glanced at him and said, "Why are you sighing at such a young age?"
"..." Wang Cheng was speechless for a moment, then glanced at the other party and decided to find another breakthrough. "Lin Qiong actually has a high value in life. As long as she is willing to work hard, she will be rewarded one day."
There is no need to entrust your life to others.
Lin Qiong: "Yes, I know."
Wang Cheng's eyes widened. "You really know?"
Lin Qiong nodded.
Wang Cheng: "Then why did you get married?"
Lin Qiong lowered her head shyly, "I don't want to try anymore."
"..."
Lin Qiong looked at him, blinked twice, and said with great insight, "Effort doesn't guarantee success, but giving up is definitely easy."
Rotten wood cannot be carved!
Wang Cheng looked at him with heartache and said, "That's because you haven't tried at all! Do you know that there are many small actors like you who work hard? Do you know how much time they spend offstage for one minute on stage?"
The other person spoke with great passion and fervor, and Lin Qiong was taken aback. "Sixty seconds?"
Wang Cheng: ...
What a slave to money!
Finally, Wang Cheng watched Lin Qiong enter the villa area with a bitter look in his eyes.
As the sun was setting, Lin Qiong walked home, bathed in the orange sunlight.
When I entered, I made a point of putting the packaging bag behind my back; life still needs some sense of ritual.
Lin Qiong first stretched out her fluffy head and looked around to make sure Fu Xingyun wasn't on the first floor before swaggering in with the paper bag.
First, she went to her room to change her clothes, and then took her things to the door of Fu Xingyun's study.
Knock knock—two knocks, and a young man's bright voice, like a never-ending sun, came from outside the door, "Xingyun, I'm back!"
Fu Xingyun was in his study looking at the information about Lin Qiong that he had previously asked to be reinvestigated. Hearing the sound outside the door, he calmly put the papers in his hand into the drawer.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by Lin Qiong's radiant smile, as bright as a sunflower.
Fu Xingyun glanced at it, then got straight to the point, "What is it?"
Lin Qiong's eyes sparkled. "I brought you a gift."
He then handed the paper bag in his hand to the other person.
"Take a look and see if you like it. I'm going downstairs to cook now."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and went downstairs.
Fu Xingyun glanced down at the paper bag in his hand, then opened it to find a dark red knitted handmade blanket inside.
The man's hand holding the paper bag froze for a moment. He then glanced at his legs. The study was silent. He then reached out and tossed the handmade blanket onto the sofa in the study without looking at it again.
There were no takeout wrappers in the restaurant and kitchen trash cans, presumably because Fu Xingyun hadn't eaten lunch and he had made extra for dinner.
When Fu Xingyun arrived at the restaurant, he saw a rice bowl that was even taller than the one he had piled up yesterday.
If yesterday's hills were hills, today's mountains are peaks.
Fu Xingyun: "..."
After the two sat down and began to eat, Lin Qiong did not speak again after asking about the taste at the beginning.
He buried his head in his food and shoveled it into his mouth. Perhaps because he had always been hungry in his past life, he always ate very seriously.
After eating her fill, Lin Qiong patted her white belly and slumped back in her chair like a salted fish.
Then, looking up, I saw that the other person was still eating.
Lin Qiong watched intently. Fu Xingyun's appetite was larger than he had imagined, and he was a true carnivore. He would eat some vegetables, but very little of them. You could say he only ate what looked appetizing.
After the other person put down their chopsticks, Lin Qiong asked, "Did you like the gift?"
Fu Xingyun looked up and met the other person's expectant gaze, then replied perfunctorily, "I like it."
Seeing that the other person showed no emotion, Lin Qiong said, "I think you're lying to me."
Fu Xingyun: "A white lie."
"..." Lin Qiong pursed her lips, then tentatively asked, "You don't like it?"
Fu Xingyun was silent for a moment. Looking at the expectant look in the other person's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say the words to ask the other person to take it back. Then he said dryly, "I don't dislike it."
He was indeed a little surprised when he opened the paper bag and saw what was inside, but having experienced so much, he always thought of the worst-case scenario.
Is there anything on this handmade rug?
Is this a provocation from the other party?
However, looking at the young man's innocent and expectant eyes, Fu Xingyun knew that he had been overthinking things and that he was being despicable.
Not disliking = liking.
With her amazing comprehension skills, Lin Qiong lowered her head and smiled shyly, feeling as if she were raising a son.
Suddenly I felt my chest had become much broader.
They glanced at the time and it was only five o'clock in the afternoon. Perhaps it was because one of them was working outside and the other hadn't eaten lunch that they felt so hungry at this time.
Lin Qiong then readily decided to have another late-night snack around 9 PM.
After returning to his room, Fu Xingyun glanced at the handmade rug lying peacefully on the sofa, and the expectant look in Lin Qiong's eyes at the dinner table flashed through his mind.
As I reached out to pick it up, a voice suddenly appeared in my mind.
What if he's faking it?
Here it comes again. Fu Xingyun took a deep breath. This thought had started to appear in his mind after that fire.
This reflects his wariness and distrust of everything outside.
But it's better than being cheated. He reached out his hand and then withdrew it, ultimately not picking up the handmade rug from the sofa.
At 9:30 p.m., Lin Qiong arrived as promised and knocked on the door.
Fu Xingyun put the documents into the drawer. "What is it?"
The other person's voice came from outside the door, "Come out for a late-night snack!"
Fu Xingyun glanced at the time, his thick eyebrows furrowing instantly. "I'm not eating."
"No, please!" Lin Qiong persisted from outside the door. "You won't be able to sleep well tonight!"
Fu Xingyun's face showed a hint of doubt.
Then the study door was pushed open from the outside, and Lin Qiong's fluffy head poked in, "Eating a midnight snack will prevent you from having hungry dreams at night."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Fu Xingyun had never eaten at this time in his life, and initially scoffed at Lin Qiong eating at this time.
When we arrived at the restaurant and ate most of the food, I realized that I seemed to be really happy.
In the evening, Lin Qiong washed up, changed into her pajamas, went to Fu Xingyun's room, said goodnight to him, and then collapsed onto the bed, ending her busy day.
I thought I would fall into a deep sleep because of today's exhaustion, but instead I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling.
Great, I can't sleep at all.
Today's busy day was nothing compared to the two kilometers I walked a few days ago.
Lin Qiong rolled around on the bed like a cat, then got up and went to the French windows.
The moon is beautiful tonight, and the wind is gentle; they seem to be able to speak.
The evening breeze, mingled with moonlight, whispered in my ear, as if saying, "If you don't go to sleep soon, you're just waiting to die of a sudden illness."
"..."
Lin Qiong shivered. The cuckoo fluttered its wings twice in the moonlight and then flew back into the house.
After the photoshoot, Lin Qiong didn't go out to work for a week, not because he didn't want to, but because no one was looking for him.
Come to think of it, only brands that are both pretentious and wasteful with too much money would hire him.
In the afternoon, Lin Qiong lay on a recliner outside the French windows in the living room, basking in the sun. The sunlight felt warm on her body, and Lin Qiong squinted comfortably, like a leisurely Persian cat swaying its big tail in the sun.
After an unknown amount of time, a man's voice came from above, "There's a banquet tomorrow night, and I need you to come with me."
Lin Qiong lazily opened her eyes and saw Fu Xingyun lying upside down.
The other person's appearance was impeccable, but looking at him from the other side was a bit strange, and Lin Qiong couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The young man's handsome face smiled brightly in the sunlight, seemingly more dazzling than the scorching light. "Good."
The next evening, someone delivered the clothes for the banquet. Lin Qiong couldn't tell the difference between a men's suit and a formal dress, so she just picked one and put it on.
Once in the car, unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, "Whose banquet are we going to?"
Fu Xingyun closed his eyes to rest, and when he heard the other party ask, he replied indifferently, "It's the 80th birthday of the Sun family patriarch."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong's small mouth opened into an "O" shape.
Soon the two arrived at the banquet venue, a very luxurious mansion.
Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun inside and found that there were quite a few people there, including some of the rich second-generation heirs she had seen at the wedding.
The two arrived at the venue and saw a crowd of people surrounding an old man in the distance, and knew that this was the birthday celebrant of the evening.
"Grandpa Sun is in such good health that he doesn't look eighty at all; he looks more like someone in his forties or fifties."
"Master Sun is as dashing as ever!"
"Uncle Sun brought some top-quality Ganoderma lucidum today."
"Grandpa Sun is a lucky man."
Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun to a stop a short distance away, listening to the group of people talking nonsense with their eyes closed.
Such scenes were commonplace at the banquet; Lin Qiong only felt that the way she addressed her was a little awkward.
They address people as if they were given a surname plus a generational title, but they are not actually related.
Fu Xingyun didn't seem to like these kinds of occasions either; he was just going through the motions today.
"Wait a while before going over."
Lin Qiong nodded after hearing this, and only after the group of people dispersed did she push the person forward slowly.
However, before they even arrived, they saw a middle-aged woman. "Dad, you didn't say that when you invested in my brother's shares. You said I wouldn't lose anything if I invested in the vacant shares, but look at me now!"
The smell of melon.
Grandpa Sun glanced at his youngest daughter and said, "We're all family, what's there to lose? You helped your older brother and you're asking for something in return? You don't understand the importance of siblings helping each other at all. What will happen to you siblings after I'm gone?"
The woman's face was bitter. "Dad, what are you saying!"
Lin Qiong finally saw it clearly: this old man Sun favored sons over daughters, made his daughter clean up his son's mess, and then turned around and tricked her.
But since it's not their own business, outsiders shouldn't interfere.
"Alright, that's enough about this. Don't make me angry on a good day." When Grandpa Sun saw someone coming, he waved his hand to shoo them away. "I hope you understand the principle that suffering a loss is a blessing."
After the woman left, Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun forward. For a moment, she didn't know what to say, and after a long pause, she finally managed to say, "May you have boundless happiness."
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