Chapter 18: Do you like him?

She had made up her mind, and Father Shen said no more, "Well, if you don't want to do this anymore, just come home. Dad can support you."

He said it so naturally, Mother Shen was extremely moved. "Husband, it's great to have you. Let's eat first. This is what I asked my aunt at home to teach me."

After being the rich lady for so long, she even forgot how to cook. Fortunately, the foundation from the past is still there.

Father Shen patted her hand and said, "You, there is no need for you to do so many things. What will you do if you are exhausted?"

"I don't want to give you a surprise. It's all your fault for spoiling me rotten."

Shen Tingyu said nothing and lowered his head to eat vegetables.

…

The dumplings were cooked, and Jiang Mian filled two bowls himself. There are also various dishes prepared by the servants on the table.

Ji Zhixiu was on the phone, Jiang Mian took a look and put the dishes and chopsticks in place.

He whispered a few words and saw that Jiang Mian had made arrangements. After hanging up the phone, he took a long step and walked over, “It's time to start dinner."

Jiang Mian held his head, his eyebrows brightening, “Try it, is it delicious?"

The dumplings she made were mini. Ji Zhixiu took one bite and chewed it carefully, “It's delicious."

Jiang Mian hesitated and suggested, "Would you like some red wine to cheer you up?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she remembered the wine she drank last time, and her earlobes turned red uncontrollably.

Ji Zhixiu's eyes were dark and he had no objection, "You can drink less."

Jiang Mian happily opened a bottle of wine, each poured a glass, and said in a soft voice, "Happy New Year to you, Ash."

It could be seen that she was really happy. Ji Zhixiu raised his glass, “Happy New Year."

He said silently in his heart: I wish we could have this day every year and this day every year.

Jiang Mian was obedient and took a few sips before drinking any more. The chef here is also very good at his craftsmanship. Jiang Mian tasted a few bites and liked it so much that he ate a lot more.

It's still early to finish eating. Ji Zhixiu gave all the servants a break.

Jiang Mian took the time to take out his phone and looked at it, and received many blessing messages. She replied one by one and sent a New Year blessing text message to the teacher. I also posted it on Moments.

She suddenly remembered something and opened Ji Zhixiu's circle of friends and took a look. As expected, it was all blank.

In the group, several of Jiang Mian's roommates were already watching the Spring Festival Gala, and news would shock them from time to time.

[Beauty Ji]: How much New Year’s money did your family get?

[Susu wants to lose weight]: My mother said that I am too old and will not give it to me this year. crying.jpg

[Blooming flowers blooming with wealth]: We won’t be visiting relatives until tomorrow, don’t be in a hurry.

Jiang Mian smiled when he saw the news. Ji Lanruo was different from them. On New Year's Eve, her brothers would definitely give her red envelopes.

She put away her phone, turned around and hugged Ji Zhixiu, who was answering the phone, and mouthed silently, “Mr. Ji, do I have any new year's money——"

On the other end was Fan Cheng's call, reporting on the company's recent situation. It was a rare year when his assistant didn't have to follow Ji Zhixiu around the clock and stayed back in his hometown for two more days.

Ji Zhixiu looked at Jiang Mian and signaled her not to cause trouble. Jiang Mian retracted his hand boredly and collapsed on the sofa, feeling a little stuffed after eating too much.

"Okay, let's do this for now. I'll go back around the tenth day of the lunar month." Ji Zhixiu said.

Fan Cheng nodded, "Okay, Mr. Ji, Happy New Year."

Ji Zhixiu was in a very good mood, "Happy New Year, I transferred you some lucky money, remember to accept it."

Fan Cheng was surprised. He was so old. Did he still get the red envelope? He touched his head happily, hung up the phone and opened WeChat. Hey, darling, eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight red envelopes. This year, he made a lot of money!

After putting away the phone, Ji Zhixiu sat on the sofa, pinched her cheek and said, "I'll send it to you tomorrow."

He said this because he understood Jiang Mian's lips just now.

Jiang Mian stood up and placed her palms on his knees. She raised her little head and pecked his thin lips, “Thank you in advance, Mr. Ji. Do you have any other plans next?"

They had eaten early, and it was only after four o'clock.

Ji Zhixiu looked out the window and said to her, "Wait a while."

Jiang Mian simply took out her tablet to catch up on the show. She hadn't watched the two new episodes yet, and couldn't keep up with the hot searches on Weibo. Ji Zhixiu felt sour when he saw that her attention was not on him, and asked in a calm voice, "Does it look good?"

Jiang Mian didn't even look at him, staring at the tablet intently. "It's great, Song Xingjia's new drama."

"Who is Song Xingjia?"

"He's an actor. The dramas he plays are all good-looking, and he doesn't make any mistakes. He's good-looking, has no scandals in the industry, sings well, and has good business skills."

Jiang Mian simply hung on him, slid the tablet aside, and happily gave Ji Zhixiu an advantage, his eyes full of joy. Ji Zhixiu's eyes narrowed, and his voice was cold, “Do you like him?"

"I like it." Jiang Mian nodded without hesitation.

The jealousy in Ji Zhixiu's heart was instantly overturned. He let out a cold snort and pressed his thin lips tightly into a straight line.

Jiang Mian came to his senses, and this man became possessive. She raised her head and explained, “I admire and appreciate him, not that kind of liking, do you understand?"

How should I put it, in her opinion, people like Song Xingjia are powerful actors with both ability and political integrity. This is also the goal she has always hoped to achieve.

"I don't understand. Please explain it carefully." Ji Zhixiu picked up Jiang Mian and walked to the second floor. She was petite and looked particularly pitiful in his arms.

Jiang Mian instantly understood that although she did not object to double sports with Ji Zhixiu, and even liked it very much, she would also be tired, okay? Jiang Mian let out a cry, abandoned herself and buried herself in his arms.

After all, Ji Zhixiu was concerned about Jiang Mian's feelings and did everything he could except not actually eating it. After it was over, Jiang Mian was too tired to move a finger. Ji Zhixiu personally gave her a bath and changed her clothes.

Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Ji Zhixiu coaxed her, “Go out for a walk."

Jiang Mian was still annoyed, thinking of the man who had just flirted with him but refused in the end, so she turned away and said, "No."

Ji Zhixiu kissed her cheek and whispered, “There is a swing on the balcony, go take a look?"

Jiang Mian pulled the quilt to cover his face, "I even said I couldn't go."

Ji Zhixiu said no more and lifted up the thin quilt with his big palm, revealing Jiang Mian's delicate body. Then he raised his hands and steadily picked her up and walked to the balcony.

There is indeed a large swing on the balcony, which is enough to accommodate two people. Jiang Mian was still angry at first, but he forgot about it as soon as he saw the swing.

The big swing is beautifully decorated, with feathers and flowers wrapped around it, and two pillows placed on it, with a solid wood texture. Jiang Mian's eyes lit up, and she got off him and sat on him. Ji Zhixiu leaned on the balcony with a relaxed posture.

From here you can see the river view, the moon is in the sky, and the breeze is blowing. Ji Zhixiu called her, “Mianmian."

Jiang Mian raised his head, “Huh?"

"look up."

Following this sound, gorgeous fireworks suddenly rose from the river bank, exploded in the air, and then slowly dissipated invisible. Jiang Mian was startled, and couldn't help but get up and lie on the balcony, wanting to see closer.

Fireworks bloomed overhead, like a grand carnival. Jiang Mian raised a section of his snow-white neck, unable to conceal the amazement in his eyes.

At the same time, some residents living nearby heard the noise and couldn't help but poke their heads out to watch. People walking stopped, people doing things stopped moving, people lying in bed opened their windows...

Pink fireworks illuminate the night, and the stars are dotted, creating a beautiful picture. Jiang Mian smiled and turned to look at Ji Zhixiu, “So beautiful."

The sound was drowned by the fireworks, but Ji Zhixiu still captured the shape of her lips.

The corners of his lips curled up.

A dream that she had wanted to realize for a long time finally came true today.

When Ji Zhixiu was fifteen years old, his mother took him to a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. That period was a very depressing and painful time for his mother and even Ji Zhixiu.

Until Ji Zhixiu met ten-year-old Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian didn't understand why the new tenant next door always heard the sound of beating his children at night. She asked her grandmother quietly. Grandma hugged Xiao Jiang Mian tightly and whispered softly, “This is someone else's housework, we can't control it. If Mianmian feels sorry for this child, she can often play with him in the future. This way, he will not be lonely. ”

Jiang Mian nodded. But the door to the yard next door was locked all day long, and she couldn't see the child. Later, Jiang Mian went around to the back of the alley. She gently pushed open the kitchen window next door, and sure enough, it was unlocked. Through the window, she saw a little boy standing in the yard.

His features were expressionless and joyless, and his appearance at such a young age had already confounded all sentient beings. Only the two bloodstains on his face ruined the beauty.

He seemed to feel something, and moved his gaze towards the window, meeting those watery eyes unexpectedly. Both of them were shocked. Jiang Mian hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice softly, “Brother, are you in pain?"

Does it hurt? Of course it hurts. But he knew that he could only let his mother vent her inner injustice and pain in this way. Who would have thought that his father would cheat on his mother and even have an illegitimate child?

He sneered and looked at the girl with the princess's head tied, “Get out."

He succeeded in scaring Jiang Mian away.

Jiang Mian cried hard when she got home. Such a beautiful little brother could be so cruel. Grandma hugged her and screamed carefully for a long time before she coaxed Jiang Mian into crying and laughing.

Jiang Mian healed the scar and forgot about the pain, and promised not to care about this person anymore. At night, I heard the sound of being whipped and scolded, so I shrank into my grandmother's arms, and the next day I stood behind the window again.

She plucked up the courage, “Brother, I brought you some medicine. Can you spray it a little?"

Ji Zhixiu, who had to stand in the courtyard every day waiting for his father to pick him up, did not wait for his father, but instead waited for the little angel sent to him by God.

Jiang Mian would secretly lie behind the window to watch Ji Zhixiu every day. Even if he doesn't get a response, he can still talk to himself for a long time.

She never asked Ji Zhixiu his name, nor did she say her own name. Until one day, grandma couldn't find Jiang Mian to eat and shouted everywhere.

Jiang Mian immediately stood up straight and said, "Brother, I'm leaving. I'll come back to you later."

That was the only time Ji Zhixiu remembered the name "Mianmian" from her grandmother's mouth.

The little girl once told him that she wanted to see a grand fireworks display. The young Ji Zhixiu had no expression on his face and silently remembered it in his heart.

Later, Ji Zhixiu returned to Ji's family.

No one knows how long it took Ji Zhixiu to find Jiang Mian.

No one knew that he saw the ecstasy in Jiang Mian's heart at the cocktail party, and that familiar feeling was confirmed after investigation.

This time, there would be no mistake.

Ji Zhixiu hugged Jiang Mian from behind. Even if he was the only one to remember this memory, he would never let go of Jiang Mian.