As soon as Jiang Mingxin let Xing Haodong in, he grabbed his hand.
She had just lost a layer of skin due to sunburn a few days ago, and her new skin was just growing out and was at its most delicate. Now she was hurt by the rough calluses on his fingertips.
"Are you going to send Sister Hong to Shenzhen?"
She glared at him lightly and pulled her hand away unnoticeably.
"Yes, I wrote her a catering business development plan and lent her some money. She agreed to go to Shenzhen with Han Ge to develop. As for their noodle shop, I plan to take it over, renovate it, and turn it into a clothing store."
Xing Haodong never expected that Zhou Suyun, who was so excited about killing Zhou Jing a few days ago, would give up the idea so quickly.
"Are you willing to let him go just like that, Sister Hong?"
"Who said we let him off? Haven't you heard the saying, 'You must first drive someone crazy if you want to destroy him?' Zhou Jing, relying on Zhou Kui's protection, has colluded with tomb robbers and smuggled unearthed cultural relics for years. Even if he's learned his lesson this time, he won't change his ways. By sending Sister Hong away, I can let his guard down and allow him to continue his evil deeds. By then, are you still worried about not having evidence to catch him?"
Xing Haodong's eyes sank as he stared at her very seriously.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jiang Mingxin narrowed his eyes vigilantly.
Xing Haodong raised the corner of his mouth in an imperceptible arc: "I was thinking, you and I really have a tacit understanding."
Jiang Mingxin immediately laughed dryly twice, "I have a tacit understanding with you? How is that possible?"
Xing Haodong shook his head and didn't mention it again. He stepped forward and handed over the thing in his hand, "Here."
Jiang Mingxin answered habitually, "What?"
When I looked down, I found that they were actually two bags of dried tribute vegetables.
She didn't expect that Xing Haodong actually took her casual words to heart.
"Don't you want to eat it? I asked Jiang Bin to go to Shendu to buy it. The gas cost a lot of money. That brat even cheated me out of a Huazi. This needs to be soaked in water for a few hours before eating."
Xing Haodong waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Why, are you touched?"
"It's just a bite of food, what's there to be moved about?" Jiang Mingxin turned his face away hurriedly, but his eyes were red in silence.
In her previous life, there was someone who was so kind to her and remembered every word she said, but the senior brother who was so good to her ended up betraying her.
Such a Xing Haodong really made Jiang Mingxin both moved and frightened.
Touched by the tenderness of the moment, but afraid of the unknown future.
Seeing her in a daze, Xing Haodong simply took the dried tribute vegetables to the kitchen to soak them, and also made a plate of stir-fried dried bean curd and cooked a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
"I didn't realize you could cook."
Jiang Mingxin leaned against the door curiously and peeked inside. She thought Xing Haodong would at least drop a few bowls, but she didn't expect that Xing Haodong not only had steady hands, but was also very experienced in matching seasonings.
"When I was in middle school, my dad was away from home all year round, and my sister was busy all day at the hospital, so I cooked and ate all three meals a day by myself."
Xing Haodong poured a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and handed it to her. "I love to cook this porridge and mung bean soup in the summer. Sometimes when my sister works overtime at night, I will cook an extra bowl for her."
"Why don't you hire a nanny?" Jiang Mingxin took a bite and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Xing Haodong poured a spoonful of chili oil into the cold-mixed tribute vegetables and said, "I invited them before, but the young ones are too cunning and the older ones tend to take advantage. My dad and sister were not happy with it, so we just stopped inviting them."
Jiang Mingxin nodded thoughtfully, "Then why haven't you gotten married at such an old age? Isn't your father urging you to get married?"
Xing Haodong paused. "...I have high standards. The girls in the compound all grew up together. If they are too familiar, I won't feel anything. There are quite a lot of female comrades in the art troupe, but they are all too delicate. I can't like them."
Jiang Mingxin couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"What about you? What kind of person are you looking for?" Xing Haodong almost asked directly, "What do you think of me?" But before he could express his feelings, he was hit in the face. Now he can only be cautious and test the waters carefully.
Jiang Mingxin squatted down and touched Wudi's furry head. "I haven't thought about it, don't want to look for him, and don't plan to look for him. I'm alone and peaceful."
Xing Haodong's movements slowed down.
"You can't stay single for your whole life, I..."
He suddenly couldn't continue. The words others used to persuade him to get married were not only useless to Jiang Mingxin, but also more like a provocation.
A girl who has never felt the warmth of a family is like a piece of thousand-year-old ice. If you want to warm her up, you must first be able to endure the freezing feeling.
However, there are more problems between them.
"Because of the abuse from her biological father and the molestation by strangers, Jiang Mingxin is now wary of men. The pain of being humiliated constantly reminds her that she can't trust men, and she even has a deep fear of dating or getting married."
Yesterday, Lin You warned him on the phone, advising him not to get too close to Jiang Mingxin.
Once Jiang Mingxin really opens her heart to him, he will never be able to get rid of her in this life. If their relationship breaks down in the future, he may push her to another extreme.
"Xing Haodong, don't worry. Isn't it good for us to be like this now?"
Jiang Mingxin likes this distance that is neither too far nor too close, which is safe enough and peaceful enough.
Just like the small flame that starts from a match, it is at just the right temperature and won't burn anyone.
Xing Haodong sighed lightly, neither saying it was good nor bad.
"After dinner, let's discuss Saturday's operation. You and I need a fixed identity. From now on, we will use the same identity when entering and leaving Feihuang Ballroom. The disguise must also be consistent, without any mistakes."
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