Chapter 141 Flower Doesn’t Borrow People; He Apologized (Part Two)
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Jiang Fuyue!
Even though she had her hair draped and was wearing a hat, leaving only her back for him to see, Xie Dingyuan still recognized her.
“Stop,” he spoke solemnly.
The woman acted as if she hadn’t heard, not only did she not stop, but she also quickened her pace.
The man’s eyes darkened, catching up to her and overtaking her to block her way. “…Why are you running?”
Jiang Fuyue stood still, slowly raising her eyes. “What a coincidence, we meet again.”
Xie Dingyuan chuckled at her indifferent response, “Why do I feel like you don’t want to run into me?”
“Oh, you figured it out.” Without the slightest embarrassment, she looked disdainful.
Xie Dingyuan: “…”
“Nothing else, I’m leaving.”
“Wait… Why are you here?”
Jiang Fuyue: “Just out for some fun.”
The man’s scrutinizing gaze swept over her exposed arms, the tight camisole wrapping around her slender waist, and the delicate collarbone partly hidden under her long hair.
Immediately, his brow furrowed.
“If I remember correctly, you’re here for the summer camp training.”
“Just because I’m participating in training doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun?”
“Don’t rely on being smart and let your guard down.” The man hinted.
Jiang Fuyue pondered for a moment, then nodded with an air of importance. “I also think I’m pretty smart.”
Xie Dingyuan’s mouth twitched slightly, softly saying, “…Not modest.”
Yet, a hint of amusement flashed through his eyes.
Even he didn’t notice it.
“I’ll take you back,” he spoke involuntarily.
Jiang Fuyue waved her hand. “No need, I’ve called a car.”
Xie Dingyuan: “You can cancel it.”
“?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” It wasn’t mockery, nor was it teasing. The man frowned with a puzzled expression.
Jiang Fuyue spoke honestly, “Don’t you think you’re acting strange?”
The man’s eyes darkened slightly. “Where’s the strangeness?”
“Inconsistency, contradictory behavior.” Last time when Zhong Ziang wanted to drive her home, this man acted aloof and unapproachable. Now he voluntarily offers to take her.
Clearly, Xie Dingyuan also realized it.
He pondered for a moment before saying, “My flowers, I don’t lend them to others.”
Zhong Ziang wanted him to drive Jiang Fuyue. The car was his, the gas money was his, and even the effort required was on him.
What else was it if not “borrowing flowers to present to Buddha”?
Even a nephew and uncle should be clear about their accounts. If he had sent Jiang Fuyue that day, this favor would probably be counted on Zhong Ziang’s head. Why should the distinguished Ninth Master provide wedding attire for someone else?
If he were to send her, he should be the one to propose it.
If he owes a favor, it should be his favor.
Zhong Ziang’s little scheming, in front of him, was best not played at all. Even if it was played, it would be in vain.
Yes, he was petty, fussy, and meticulous like that.
Jiang Fuyue looked at him with a complicated expression in her eyes.
But—
“No need for you to send me.”
Xie Dingyuan frowned. “Reason.”
She laughed. “On what grounds do you assume that just because I won’t accept Zhong Ziang’s favor, I should accept yours? What’s the difference between you two? He’s still my classmate, and Mr. Xie, who are you to me? Why should you send me?”
The man’s Adam’s apple rolled lightly. “… your classmate’s uncle?”
Jiang Fuyue couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and turned to leave.
She hadn’t forgotten how this man had tossed her out like pulling out a radish at first. Although she managed to return with a shoulder throw later, his attitude was exceptionally unpleasant.
She could barely maintain a calm conversation with him, let alone think about him sending her?
Dream on!
“Sorry,” Xie Dingyuan suddenly spoke.
He stood still and didn’t chase after her like before.
Jiang Fuyue paused, suddenly curious about his current expression. Was it hypocritical or genuine? Was he now behaving condescendingly?
Or was it a moment of mercy from a strong to a weak? Pity and charity?
After all, this man had a history.
When he came to apologize to her before, he had an attitude that suggested, “I’m superior, and you’re only worthy of licking my toes.” Now…
Driven by curiosity, Jiang Fuyue slowly turned around—
In the narrow corridor, the man stood beneath the light, hands hanging down, lips pressed into a straight line. His pair of dark eyes were cold, yet within the depth, sincerity was discernible.
Even though he spoke words of apology and seemed to soften, he never lowered his head half an inch. It appeared that the word “arrogance” had long been integrated into his bones.
Facing Jiang Fuyue’s scrutinizing gaze, he remained motionless, his back straight, like a silent green mountain. From a distance, it appeared misty and vast, with a remote sense of ambiguity. Up close, it revealed edges, steep and precipitous.
She smiled, her red lips curling up. “What do you have to apologize for?”
The man’s Adam’s apple moved twice. “It’s been Zhong Ziang pestering all along; it has nothing to do with you.”
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow; he was straightforward.
“So, what happened to make you change your mind? Hmm?” Her tone lifted, resembling a furry little tail.
“Cough…” The man coughed lightly. “Last time at King, when you rejected the first two boys in front, and when Zhong Ziang proposed a kiss, I saw you clenching your fist…”
Jiang Fuyue’s eye twitched.
“If I’m not mistaken, you wanted to punch him.”
“Are you, as his uncle, not planning to stand up for your nephew?” Like the time he threw her at the school gate.
A hint of embarrassment and awkwardness flashed quickly in the man’s eyes.
“He deserved it.”
Jiang Fuyue: “…”
Clocking in unexpectedly, Zhong Ziang: “?” Who am I? Where am I? Did they push me out to slaughter me like a pig?
That useless uncle, not involved in anything related!
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