Chapter 49 Jealousy and a fierce kiss landed...
A car was parked quietly under a Chinese tallow tree on the street outside the alley. A gentle breeze was blowing, and a thin layer of golden flowers covered the roof of the car, suggesting that it had been waiting for a long time.
Inside the car, Zhou Qin handed over a document. "Sir, this is the information you requested earlier."
Meng Cenjun took it; the name of the person being investigated was written as: Song Qingqu.
Song Qingqu, aged 20, is a student at the School of Design, Lijiang University, where he excels academically. His parents passed away when he was ten, and he was later adopted. His adoptive father, Song Qishan, is currently a director of Guangmao Group…
He glanced at him briefly, paying close attention to Song Qishan. The Song family made their fortune in the real estate business in the 1980s, and now they are considered well-known even in the Lijiang area, where powerful and influential people congregate. It is said that Song Qishan was also an outstanding person in his youth, but an accident more than 30 years ago caused a drastic change in his personality, and he has lived a secluded life ever since.
Meng Cenjun flipped through the files again and found that Song Qingqu's records before his adoption were pitifully scarce, as if they had been deliberately erased. Given the Song family's current power, achieving this level of detail wouldn't be difficult, but the more deliberately they tried to cover it up, the more suspicious it seemed.
His fingers tapped on the document, his mind filled with suspicion: Of all the people in the world, why did Song Qishan choose to adopt him? And why was it he who approached Lan Jia? What was his purpose in clinging to her like this?
So what if he's an adopted son of the Song family? If necessary, he still can't keep him alive. A shadow of gloom flashed in Meng Cenjun's eyes.
The sky outside the car window was incredibly beautiful at that moment; the sun had set, and the entire world was bathed in a pink glow.
Lan Jia ran freely on the stone path, laughing and leaping with joy, the whistling wind in her ears like accompaniment to her flight.
After driving for a while, he finally saw the familiar license plate at the location Zuo Tai had mentioned. It was his first time visiting her workplace, and he parked the car far away, avoiding making a big fuss and drawing attention to it, which was good.
With a smile on her face, Lan Jia lightly opened the car door and got in.
"elder brother!"
"Go check again."
Her crisp, clear voice perfectly overshadowed that statement.
Meng Cenjun turned his head and met a bright, smiling face that he had been longing for day and night. His heart skipped a beat, but he quietly hid the folder in his hand.
Lan Jia doesn't like him interfering with her friendships; if he finds out, she'll definitely throw another tantrum. This little powder keg.
However, she had sharp ears and had heard what she said earlier. After getting on the bus and placing her canvas bag on the seat, she asked somewhat suspiciously, "What are they checking now?"
Meng Cenjun calmly replied, "It's just a work-related matter."
He broke his promises and lied; ever since he met her, he has made one mistake after another.
Lan Jia didn't look at him, but instead looked at Zhou Qin in the driver's seat.
Zhou Qin smiled and nodded.
He was his trusted confidant, so naturally he was well-trained. Lan Jia still couldn't help but harbor some doubts.
"You ran all the way here with a leg injury, you never give me a moment's peace." He scolded her irritably, but still handed her a handkerchief.
Lan Jia wiped her forehead haphazardly and said with a smile, "I'm almost fully recovered. You naturally didn't have time to pay attention to me while you were away."
These words inexplicably added to his distress, and Meng Cenjun's expression darkened slightly. He had suffered day after day since he left; she, heartless and oblivious, still didn't understand him.
After a long while, seeing that he didn't speak, Lan Jia tilted her head and asked, "Are you angry?" Then, with a slightly aggrieved look, she said, "I only said two words after we got in the car. It can't be that bad, can it?"
Meng Cenjun just turned to look out the window and didn't answer. Actually, he didn't understand why Yi Lanjia could easily mess with him with just a few words. He never knew he could be so petty, so fragile, and so easily offended by anything she said.
How could he become like this in front of her?
Ten years ago, when he couldn't figure out the answer in the lab, he had never felt so anxious and frustrated.
Seeing that he was still silent, Lan Jia simply leaned back heavily in her chair and threw the handkerchief she had used to wipe her sweat at him.
"Actually, I'm angry too. You lied to me and left for so many days without a word. You didn't answer the phone and disappeared without a trace, making me worry all the time. If there hadn't been no news reports, I would have thought your plane had crashed."
Seeing that things were not going well, Zhou Qin glanced nervously at the rearview mirror, afraid that the two of them would start arguing again.
Meng Cenjun took a deep breath, smoothed out the crumpled handkerchief, folded it neatly, and put it back in her pocket.
"Lan Jia, I have no intention of hiding it from you."
“Yes, because you always have your reasons,” she said with particular sarcasm.
"I really don't understand, what is it that can't be shared with me? If Grandma finds out and gets angry and wants to hold me accountable, fine, it's okay, I'll just get a scolding, it's not like I'm going to be sentenced to death."
She turned around and continued, "We are both the ones who made the mistake, and we should both take responsibility. From beginning to end, this is a matter between the two of us, but you insisted on keeping it from me and trying to resolve it. What's the meaning of that? Or do you think I can't take responsibility? Do you think I'm a child who doesn't understand anything? Or am I not qualified to be your ally?"
"Meng Cenjun, you can't so arbitrarily deprive me of my right to know!"
He finally looked at her directly, and seeing her angry little face, he felt both pity and pain, speechless, and his heart ached.
He finally understood the old lady's intention in not letting him ask about the past. Knowing too much was too heavy and painful; how could he have the strength to move forward?
As for Lan Jia, he only feared that she wouldn't walk her future path lightly or far enough. How could he bear to burden her with any more heavy responsibilities?
He would never let her be tainted by the past.
Thinking this through, Meng Cenjun reached out and touched her face, taking the initiative to admit her mistake: "I'm sorry, Lan Jia, I won't do it again next time."
Seeing his sudden reaction, Lan Jia was stunned. She had nowhere to vent her anger, so she pushed his hand away, half-asleep and half-annoyed, and said angrily, "You'd better keep your word, or I'll find out you've lied to me again!"
Meng Cenjun nodded, wanting to put the matter behind him as soon as possible. On his first day back, he waited a long time to see her, knowing how precious their time together was, and he didn't want to keep arguing with her.
Lan Jia looked at him with some skepticism, only to find that he seemed like a completely different person after being gone for a few days, unusually easy to talk to. However, since he was willing to back down, she had no reason not to take the opportunity to back down, so she immediately changed the subject, saying, "Are we going home now?" Thinking of Aunt Ming, she felt a headache coming on again. Things had only been peaceful for a while, and once Meng Cenjun returned, she might start monitoring him again.
Knowing her concerns, he said, "Let's have dinner out."
Hearing this, Lan Jia felt a little happier. In fact, she and Meng Cenjun rarely ate out, and the chances of them going out together were even fewer. In the past, he was extremely busy, flying all over the world and never having a moment to rest. Now, they were both busy and exhausted after work, so they could only see each other at home and never thought about going out together.
“Let’s go eat Spanish food. I found a really great restaurant last time,” Lan Jia said excitedly.
Last time? The time with Song Qingqu? He had seen the bill before.
Thinking of this person brings to mind the scene of the two of them cuddling together in the hospital. What else did he seduce Lan Jia into doing without his knowledge?
The more he thought about it, the lower his heart sank. His face paled as he pondered the question before he tentatively asked, "Who did you go with last time?"
"Um...with friends." She didn't think much of it.
"Which friend?" he continued, feigning ignorance, a vague unease creeping over him. How long had it been? Had he already managed to seduce her into agreeing to be friends with him?
"I met him on set. He's a really nice guy and has helped me a lot. I've never known how to thank him properly," Lan Jia muttered to herself. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, and she suggested, "How about we invite him over for dinner next time? I'll introduce you to him."
She actually brought him home? Does she value him that much?
Meng Cenjun's chest heaved as she said patiently, "It's not necessary. They might feel uncomfortable."
Lan Jia gave him a reproachful look. "If you weren't so serious, they probably wouldn't be so uncomfortable." Jing Wei was afraid of him, and Qiao Zimu had gradually stopped coming since middle school. She had invited other classmates, but they all ran away as soon as they heard her brother was home. Meng Cenjun was like a notoriously strict parent; everyone was afraid of him and avoided him.
Thinking of the past, Lan Jia's arrogance flared up again, and she said angrily, "If you don't want to invite me, then don't. You'll be happy when I don't have any friends left."
Why did they start arguing again? Zhou Qin, who was driving in the front seat, was terrified.
Seeing that she was angry, Meng Cenjun felt a pang of regret and immediately explained, "That's not what I meant." How could he bear to let her have no friends?
Lan Jia put her hands in her pockets and asked, "So what do you mean?"
He lowered his eyes, as if after a difficult struggle, before confessing, "I'm just not used to strangers coming to our house." He naturally disliked every intruder.
Us? At home?
Lan Jia savored the two words, trying to discern their true meaning.
He kept asking me questions, which was very unusual of him. Why is that?
A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; Meng Cenyun is unfathomable.
She was already tired enough from work; she didn't have time to play word games with him.
Lan Jia felt a surge of irritation and shouted, "Stop the car!"
Zhou Qin was startled, but still obeyed her instructions and slid the car to the side of the road to stop.
Meng Cenjun was taken aback, but her instinctive reaction was to grab her hand, afraid that she might get angry and run away.
Lan Jia calmed her breathing and said gently, "Brother Qin, could you please go to the nearby shopping mall and buy me a pair of shoes?"
Meng Cenjun looked down and noticed a long scratch on her goatskin flat shoes, which she probably got accidentally while working on the film set.
Zhou Qin first looked at Meng Cenjun with his eyes to ask for his consent, and only after seeing his tacit approval did he push open the car door and get out.
As he walked, he worriedly thought: if he left these two alone in the car, things might get out of hand and become uncontrollable.
Inside the car, the two remained silent for a while. Lan Jia struggled to free her wrist, but Meng Cenjun still held it tightly.
"let go."
He didn't move.
"I'm not leaving," she said calmly.
He then reluctantly let go of her hand.
In the cramped space inside the car, she knelt on him, and then her two soft arms expertly wrapped around his neck.
Then, she stared intently at his lips and delivered a passionate, fierce kiss.
Author's note: Because I don't have a formal title, that's why I keep acting up, hahaha [milk tea emoji]
My brother is incredibly possessive, but also incredibly insecure. [Pity]
Keep it sweet in the next chapter!
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