Cheng Jin had always been busy with work, they all knew that, but it wasn’t to the point that he couldn’t be invited out starting half a year ago.
At most, it was only these past few months that he was elusive.
Seeing him not speak, Jiang Min’an showed an expression of disbelief. “You didn’t unexpectedly have a flash marriage, did you?”
Fuck.
The three of them exchanged a glance.
No wonder this news was so sudden.
No wonder the three of them had no sense at all that he was married.
Cheng Jin casually glanced at them and said lightly, “It wasn’t exactly an accident.”
Jiang Min’an frowned. “Not an accident?”
Cheng Jin sat on the sofa, one hand propped on the sofa armrest, lightly pressing his temple, and then said slowly, “Fate, do you understand?”
What the hell?
Each of their faces showed disbelief.
Cheng Jin chuckled. “It was just the moment she appeared that I felt I should marry her.”
This time, the private room fell into an even more dead silence than when he had said he was getting married.
They didn’t doubt their ears.
Because now they were starting to doubt their own brains. 1
It wouldn’t be strange for someone to say this, but this sentence happened to come out of Cheng Jin’s mouth.
“What the hell happened to you? This is too scary,” Liu Bozhou said softly.
Cheng Jin wasn’t angry either. He calmly swept his eyes over them. “When you meet someone you truly like, you’ll understand.”
“I’ve dated before too, okay,” Jiang Min’an said unconvinced.
Cheng Jin slightly curled the corners of his mouth. “It’s different.”
Jiang Min’an: “What’s different?”
“Do you know what this ring represents?” Cheng Jin reached out and touched the wedding ring on his left hand, a ring designed as a Mobius Strip; it felt like a dynamically rotating circle that never stopped.
The three of them looked at his finger and saw him slowly caressing the wedding ring.
“She said this means the starting point is me, and the ending point is still me.” 34
“…”
The three of them never expected that at this time they would still take another blow.
When Meng Chu arrived home at 9 PM, after turning on the entryway light.
A cute mechanical voice sounded, and the Robot greeted her.
After she changed into slippers, she discovered that Cheng Jin still hadn’t come home.
So she first went to the Living Room, looked in on Momo, and played with it for a while. She seemed to hear movement outside.
“Is Cheng Jin back?” Meng Chu asked, looking down at Momo.
She immediately got up, and Momo also wanted to come out.
But Meng Chu said softly, “I want to spend some time alone with Cheng Jin. Can you come out later?” 3
Without waiting for Momo to agree, Meng Chu closed the door first.
She hadn’t seen him all day, and she especially wanted to spend time alone with him.
Alone, just the two of them.
Meng Chu hurried out to the Living Room and saw a figure appear there. He seemed to have heard the sound too and looked over.
Their eyes met.
His originally calm dark eyes suddenly lit up with a scorching and intense light.
Meng Chu quickly walked over and saw that the corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had drunk quite a lot.
“You drank?” she asked softly.
Cheng Jin didn’t answer, but directly pulled her into his arms.
His cheek rubbed lightly against her hair at the temples.
He was like a lazy, enormous feline; the coldness and sharpness on him, the distant feeling that kept people a thousand miles away, no longer existed.
Meng Chu reached out and hugged him, asking softly, “Do you want me to pour you a glass of water?”
“Mm,” Cheng Jin responded.
But he didn’t let go. Meng Chu had no choice but to say, “How about you let me go first and sit on the Sofa for a bit. I’ll go pour you water.”
He held her so tightly, with no intention of letting go at all.
How was she supposed to go pour water?
Even though she said this, Cheng Jin still didn’t let go.
Meng Chu was helpless. After all, people who have been drinking are the hardest to reason with.
She couldn’t help but say, “How about I help you over to the Sofa to sit for a while.”
As she spoke, she gently struggled out of his arms and reached out to support him.
This time Cheng Jin didn’t resist.
After he sat down on the Sofa, Meng Chu was about to go pour water.
But then her wrist was gently grasped, and she fell right down.
Because the two of them were already very close, her fall happened to land her right on Cheng Jin’s lap.
Meng Chu: “…”
She hurriedly tried to get up in a fluster.
But her speed of getting up was no match for Cheng Jin’s speed of reaching out to wrap around her.
Before she could stand, his arm had already hooked around her waist and held her steadily.
“Didn’t you want to drink water,” Meng Chu quickly said in a low voice.
Her meaning was to let her go first.
Unexpectedly, whether it was the alcohol going to his head or intentional, Cheng Jin only laughed lowly, then rested his head on her shoulder and said softly, “Not drinking anymore.”
“How could drinking water be as interesting as this.”
Meng Chu: “…”
It’s okay.
It’s fine.
He’s just drunk, that’s all.
Meng Chu thought alcohol was truly wonderful; it could turn a person into someone else.
She herself, when she had drunk too much before, had also released her true nature.
Until she said, “Didn’t you say you were gathering with your friends?”
How did you still drink so much.
“Oh, they were too jealous of me,” Cheng Jin replied calmly in a hoarse voice.
“Huh?” Meng Chu was a little curious. “Jealous of what?”
At this moment, Cheng Jin, whose head had been resting on her shoulder, slightly lifted it.
Because Meng Chu was sitting on his lap, their lines of sight were reversed; instead, she looked down at him from above.
But when Cheng Jin slightly raised the corners of his mouth, with a faint, barely-there smile at his lips, Meng Chu’s heart began to pound wildly.
She always felt he was about to say something earth-shattering.
“They’re all jealous that I’m married and have a wife.” 2
Meng Chu opened her mouth. After a while, she still couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile.
Seeing her smile, Cheng Jin said calmly, “They were too jealous, so they insisted on getting me drunk.”
Meng Chu was a little helpless and lightly accused, “Your friends are a bit unreasonable.”
“It’s fine. People who are jealous to the point of losing their reason are this unreasonable,” Cheng Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, looking casual yet revealing a trace of helplessness.
Meng Chu bit her lip hard, afraid she would burst out laughing.
Actually, to be honest.
She actually quite understood Cheng Jin’s friends.
After all, his matter-of-fact look was sometimes really punchable.
“The fact that they could hold back their jealousy and let you come home means they still have some reason,” Meng Chu nodded calmly.
Cheng Jin stared into her eyes. Meng Chu looked innocent.
After a moment, she said softly, “I’ll go pour you a glass of water.”
This time he seemed convinced, and Cheng Jin’s grip loosened slightly.
Meng Chu went to pour a glass of water and added a little honey, then had him drink it.
But after he just put down the cup, he directly pulled Meng Chu, who was still standing beside him, down to sit again, still on his lap.
He held her waist with one arm; even through clothes, she could feel the strong force of his lean arm and the warm touch of his skin.
Meng Chu didn’t know why, but at this moment her mouth was also unusually dry.
If she had known, she would have drunk a few sips of water too.
She had originally wanted to look away, but feeling Cheng Jin’s gaze still stuck on her, she couldn’t help but turn her head. “By the way, I called my mom today.”
“Hm? What did your mom say?” Cheng Jin asked in a hoarse voice.
Meng Chu said, “She’s fine. I just told her I want to find a time to bring you home to see her. I think we’ve laid the groundwork for so long, it’s time to tell her about the marriage.”
She looked down at him and asked cautiously, “Do you want to go to my home?”
Cheng Jin stared straight at her and suddenly said, “I’ll give you a chance.”
Huh?
What’s wrong?
Meng Chu was surprised.
Then she heard him say softly, “Get rid of this question.”
Meng Chu instantly understood his meaning.
She was very good at correcting her mistakes and immediately asked, “Let’s find a time to go to my home. I want you to meet my mom.”
This time it wasn’t a question, but a statement.
This time, Cheng Jin’s eyes settled heavily on her cheek, and he said softly, “I do.”
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