Chapter 7, Similar to Sparks (3)

Is it ugly? Chen Danghao noticed him staring at himself intently and raised his eyes to give him a slight smile. Liang Jinge was taken aback, his gaze awkwardly avoiding hers, and he shook his head: No... you are still good-looking... very good-looking...

Liang Jinge looked at her; she did not cry, and there was not even a glimmer of moisture in her eyes. He suddenly understood that she was truly in despair. Her youthful love had not yet had the chance to blossom before it was extinguished by a man's schemes and deceit. She had developed an undeserved vanity, and thus had to suffer such retribution, which seemed fair, yet also seemed utterly unfair

He spoke while spreading his hands, it was not just a single cigarette, but an entire pack. Under Ji Mingrui's arrangement, Chen Danghao's hidden cigarettes were all found and thrown away by the butler. She felt distressed, yet there was nothing she could do. Back and forth, she still set her sights on him. This pack of cigarettes at hand was enough to make her smile; as she reached out to take it, her fingertips brushed against the sweat in his palm.

Until she saw the mountains and waters surrounding Fenghua Villa, and saw Ji Mingrui instructing a bodyguard she had never met before in words she could not understand. She realized too late and suddenly tried to grab his phone. The name Wu Xian was at the top of the message list, and she saw their last conversation where he had angrily said, "It’s not true."

She has seen that number and is very familiar with it

The hottest time of the sun has passed just like that

She threw the towel back into the tray, and Chen Danghao took out another cigarette from the pack on the table. Ji Mingrui was still telling her that he would divorce and marry her. What he said might be true, but this genuine feeling seemed worthless after the lies. He helped her plan her future, intending for her to join a television station after graduation, and one day, after divorcing, to marry her, which would also give him face. She refused to listen, and before graduation, she had already ruined her voice, competing with him. He helped her plan her future, intending for her to join a television station after graduation, and one day, after divorcing, to marry her, which would also give him face. She refused to listen, and before graduation, she had already ruined her voice, competing with him.

It is not "I want"; it is "Give me," imbued with a certain feminine charm and a touch of endearing arrogance that comes from being favored.

He seemed to have received a pardon, hastily leaving the balcony. Chen Dang watched his figure until he disappeared down the stairs. She suddenly felt that he was a good person; bad people usually do not reveal such clumsiness. His ears had just turned extremely red, resembling the most simple-minded boy she had known in her village before.

On that day, she suddenly seemed to understand many things. For instance, why Ji Mingrui always drove himself when taking her out, and why he forbade her from discussing their relationship with others. He spoke so eloquently, saying, "I am the honorary principal of your school. If others find out about us, they will surely gossip about you. I do not care about that, but I fear you will be wronged"

Chen nodded slightly

It's nothing

I was only nineteen when I met Ji Mingrui, a freshman, completely ignorant of everything. The afternoon sunlight began to scatter, and in the oil painting-like hues, she looked into his eyes: "When I first entered university, I thought Ling Mountain was particularly vast, only to realize that taxis charge by distance, and a cup of coffee can cost fifty or sixty. The girls in my class and dormitory all wore makeup, while I didn't even know the most basic brands and types of makeup. For the first half of the semester, I spent my days either attending classes or working part-time. I knew that some people were secretly gossiping about me; girls studying media are generally beautiful, and I felt like an outsider among them. No one rejected me, but I rejected myself. I also secretly read books about makeup brands and the matching of clothes and shoes, but I couldn't afford any of it. The tuition for media studies is too expensive, and my father supports me on his own, relying solely on that piece of land at home. I cannot squander his hard work.

I finally understand, Liangzi. Chen smiled and said, "A restaurant with an average cost of 300 per person is definitely better than one with an average cost of 30. A dress that costs 1,000 is certainly more beautiful than a pair of jeans that costs 40 or 50. Ji Mingrui is willing to spend money on me, still under the guise of loving me. He said he has no family, and he said he would marry me. Why shouldn't I agree? Why shouldn't I be with him? So what if he is so many years older than me? I even feel that as long as he treats me well enough, I could fall in love with him." Ji Mingrui is willing to spend money on me, still under the guise of loving me. He said he has no family, and he said he would marry me. Why shouldn't I agree? Why shouldn't I be with him? So what if he is so many years older than me? I even feel that as long as he treats me well enough, I could fall in love with him.

Has he left? Standing above, Chen Danghao supported himself on the railing and looked down. Liang Jinge maintained his upward gaze and gently nodded, saying nothing. The expression on her face relaxed, and she turned her head to shout in another direction: "Sister Qi, I would like some ice cubes."

Mr. Ji said you cannot smoke This sentence slipped around the corner of his lips and fell back into his throat He should be disciplined, he must live up to the job that Ji Mingrui gave him But looking at her, her wet hair and lackluster pupils, inexplicably, his mouth was no longer under the control of his brain: "I only have the Daqianmen, it's very cheap, you find it bland"

She cast a sidelong glance at him and lightly laughed at his words: "I am not picky. Just come up and hand it to me."

Chen's good smile gradually faded, and with a thoughtful look, she asked him: "How do you know he won't?"

The wind gently blew as Chen Dang looked at him. From her perspective, she could see a swirl on the top of his head, and in that moment, he suddenly appeared to her with a slightly different feeling. The cigarette in her hand had long since burned out; she tossed the butt into the ashtray. The layer of hazy emotions that had just begun to sprout was extinguished in the face of reality: "Liangzi, do you know what use it is? He is Ji Mingrui after all."

The butler responded quickly and turned to enter the kitchen. Chen Danghao watched her go in, then looked back at Liang Jinge. This time her gaze was languid, as if all her energy had been spent on that earlier shout: "Liangzi, give me a cigarette"

He was so flustered when he left that he even forgot to take his phone

How do you know he does not dare? Ji Mingrui is capable of doing anything.

Liang Jinge's gaze paused for a moment, just an instant. He remained silent, handing her the wrapped ice pack, replacing the one she held in her hand. Chen Danghao received it but did not press it against her face; instead, she lowered her head. Suddenly, she felt a sense of grievance deep within her heart, a grievance that had been brewing for a long time. She needed to find someone to talk to, even if that person could not truly comfort her.

In the beginning, Chen Danghao often despised her origins, even her family. With her mother passing away early, no one taught her how to be a gentle girl. Her father lived a life of poverty, making it impossible for him to provide the so-called "nurturing" that others spoke of for girls. She had to think long and hard even about asking for money to pay for her school fees, let alone the exorbitant tuition fees for media studies after entering university. In that atmosphere of disdain, she met Ji Mingrui, and it is no exaggeration to say that Ji Mingrui brought her into another world

Wrapping the towel tightly around himself, Chen Danghao decided to sit here and finish this cigarette. He had received a pack of cigarettes from Tu Shuliang and Jin Ge, and he was reluctant to squander them all at once. As he reached out to grab one, he accidentally touched the phone on the table

She reached out to embrace the fireworks, her demeanor exuding a tenderness never before witnessed. Liang Jinge stood a few steps away, watching her bring the smoke to her lips, observing her wrapped in a bath towel, seated on a chair warmed by the sunlight. He stood tall and straight, like a tree that had grown solely for her. When her gaze turned towards him, he longed to shake all his leaves for her to see

He did not know how to refuse, so he could only carry the tray over. The cold ice cube was handed to her hand, and through the soft towel, he watched her gently press the ice cube against her swollen face

He took out his phone from the pocket on his right side instinctively at the first moment. Chen Danghao also stood up, still wrapped in a bath towel, with a slight frown: "Is everything alright? Use that towel to wipe it off."

Wu Xian

I never thought that Ji Mingrui would deceive me. A man in that position would not be so idle as to deliberately trick a rural girl who has nothing. Chen Danghao placed an ice pack on her face and after a few seconds of silence, continued: "But then I met Wu Xian in the hospital. She saw the bracelet that Ji Mingrui had given me. It was then that I realized the bracelet was custom-made. The day before it was given to me, Wu Xian had secretly seen it in his car. She thought it was meant for her, but unexpectedly, the next day, it was on the wrist of an unrelated girl." After a few seconds of silence, she continued: "But then I met Wu Xian in the hospital. She saw the bracelet that Ji Mingrui had given me. It was then that I realized the bracelet was custom-made. The day before it was given to me, Wu Xian had secretly seen it in his car. She thought it was meant for her, but unexpectedly, the next day, it was on the wrist of an unrelated girl."

Thank you, Miss Chen. Liang Jinge finally picked up the towel; he was most unwilling to embarrass himself in front of her, yet it was only in her presence that he felt clumsy and foolish

As my hand tilted, the water in the tray spilled out and splashed onto my pants

"Wu Xian truly is a family member of his. " Chen Dang held on tightly, continuing to speak to himself: "She also approached me; the couple seemed like intelligence agents. The man plotted against me while the woman extracted information from me, all to find evidence of Ji Mingrui's infidelity. And I was the biggest fool; on the day Ji Mingrui brought me to Fenghua Villa, I thought he was going to propose to me, but it turned out he was just worried that something was wrong with his wife and was afraid I would cause him trouble.

That is different

When the wind blew again, Chen Danghao really looked over. The large bath towel made her appear very small, as she wrapped herself tightly, not even exposing her neck. With one side of her face slightly swollen, she waved at him and said, "You sit down."

What is different is that he has locked me in here, and no one knows. Even if I die, no one will know.

The pack of cigarettes was in his dress pants pocket, and he began to ascend the stairs. With each step closer, he noticed her smile deepening a little. She must be happy about the cigarettes; it certainly wasn't for him. Coming to a stop in front of her, Liang Jinge stood very straight, like a soldier on guard duty at the border: "Here."

When closing the door, Chen Dang heard the sound of footsteps coming upstairs. Liang Jinge's pace was even more hurried than when he was walking. This time, it seemed she understood what he was anxious about

No need to thank me, you have listened to me speak for such a long time. I know that no one is willing to hear such stories

Liang Jinge stood up with the tray, the ice had long melted, turning into water flowing in the tray. He had no intention of listening to others' stories, yet still felt a sense of daze, recalling whether it was the moment he carried her out of the car, her body covered in scars, or the expressionless days and nights he endured in prison.

The incoming call did not display the name of the caller, only a string of numbers. She repeated this string of numbers in her mind several times before tightening the bath towel and standing up

Another chair was placed beside her. Liang Jinge hesitated for a moment but still did not approach. He knew he was not good with words, especially in front of her, and this disadvantage was almost magnified to an awkward extent. At that moment, the butler came in with a tray of ice cubes. Liang Jinge turned around to take the tray, and when he looked at her again, he found that she still maintained the same expression. Their gazes met once more, and she waved her hand just like before: "I told you to come over." The butler came in with a tray of ice cubes at that moment. Liang Jinge turned around to take the tray, and when he looked at her again, he found that she still maintained the same expression. Their gazes met once more, and she waved her hand just like before: "I told you to come over."

Alright, Miss Chen

Chen Danghao chuckled lightly, holding the pack of cigarettes well, continuing to sit here leisurely, exhaling clouds of smoke. Naturally, he would come back to retrieve his phone when he couldn't find it; she had no interest whatsoever in his privacy. This afternoon seemed slightly more interesting than any other afternoon, even the distant green mountains and clear waters appeared to have a filter applied. This good mood allowed Chen Danghao to almost forget the beating he received from Ji Mingrui in the morning; with a cigarette in his mouth, she even wanted to hum a few tunes.

"Were you going upstairs to save me at that time?" She did not care for his clumsy consolation and interrupted him, "Are you afraid that Ji Mingrui will kill me?"

He does not dare; he is afraid it will have a negative impact on him

He suddenly no longer wanted to listen, reaching out to take the towel bag from her hand: "I will go get you some ice cubes"

A breeze blew from behind her, causing her black hair to sway. Liang Jinge leaned closer to her once again, pulling out a lighter from his pocket and handing it to her. Chen Danghao lowered her head to light it, her fingers encircling to shield it from the wind. A bright crimson flame flickered, and slowly, smoke began to escape from her nostrils

Liang Jinge blinked, unsure of how to respond, feeling that whatever he said would be inappropriate. He neatly folded the towel and placed it in the tray, and when he picked up the tray, it almost carried a hint of escape: "I need to change my pants, Miss Chen"

She felt moved, believing that after many years of hardship, fate had finally repaid her for everything it owed her.

Liang Jinge did not look at her. At the moment he spoke these words, he was lowering his head, wrapping the nearly melted ice cubes in a new towel, his movements so focused that they seemed affected, as if he wanted to add a justification for himself: "... ... anything that happens will be known by someone."

He will not. Liang Jinge finally sat down on that chair, with the sunlight shining on the top of his head, highlighting his hair in a golden brown color

The melody had not yet been exported when the phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Chen Dang instinctively turned her head, a reflexive action to glance at the source of the sound. A second later, her expression shifted, and she averted her gaze.

A cool breeze was blowing on the balcony. Chen Danghao wrapped her loose bath towel tightly and lifted her foot to walk towards the balcony. It was then that Liang Jinge noticed her bare, pale feet without slippers. Those feet stepped on the carpet and unhesitatingly landed on the cold porcelain tiles of the balcony. Steadying herself against the railing, she turned her head and, while putting a cigarette in her mouth, reached out her hand to him: "Liangzi, could you lend me a light"

He spoke calmly, yet his subordinates were somewhat flustered, holding a tray in their hands, and with a slight movement, water dripped down. Chen Danghao reached out to take the tray, and with a casual flick, he tossed it towards the lush trees outside the balcony, sending splashes of water flying.

I will know

The weather is truly hot