Chapter 29

"I—"

Su Ruoyun's eyes were wide, stunned by these words, and she looked back at Huo Jingcheng in disbelief, her eyes turning back and forth between Ye Shian and He Jingrong.

On the other side, the eyes of the two men met in mid-air for a moment.

Then Huo Jingcheng's eyes stopped on Su Ruoyun leisurely, raised his eyebrows lazily, his peach blossom eyes raised, with an indescribable ruffian, and said loudly: "Are you leaving?"

A look that didn't intend to explain at all.

Su Ruoyun was dumb and ate Coptis chinensis—there was bitterness that couldn't be spoken. She didn't know where to explain, sighed gloomily, "Let's go."

After all, it was a matter between lovers, and she really shouldn't interfere, so she could only walk down the steps unwillingly, and before leaving, she turned back and glared at Ye Shian.

Ye Shian glanced at her indifferently, didn't care, and then turned to look at He Jingrong who was bowing her head and not speaking, and turned to prepare to leave.

A blur passed through He Jingrong's eye corner, and she grabbed his sleeve quickly, "Your handling is cold treatment?"

The low and hoarse voice slowly dissipated in the pavilion.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun's footsteps paused, and she subconsciously turned her head.

Ye Shian turned his head to look at her, dragged his Beijing accent and asked: "How else to handle it?"

"I'll ask you one last time, why do you want to break up?"

He Jingrong stared straight at Ye Shian, her index finger against his heart, and there were still two tears in her eye sockets that were about to flow but didn't. Her words were straightforward and simple: "Is it that you really kept a woman outside, or are you about to die, and don't want to drag me down, so you want to break up with me?"

For the first half of the sentence, Ye Shian had no reaction. Until He Jingrong's second half of the sentence came out, he was stunned, and then his eyebrows slowly frowned.

He had been dating He Jingrong for many years and knew her very well. The first half of the sentence would be said by her, as for the second half, it didn't look like something she would say.

He Jingrong had a few friends, and he knew a little bit about them. He could guess which "brother" said the "good" words.

Ye Shian raised his eyelids slightly, and his peripheral vision cast towards that "Brother Su" inadvertently.

There was no light around the pavilion, the light was dim and dark, only a few wisps of moonlight like thin gauze illuminated the square ground. He still easily saw the expression on Su Ruoyun's face—it was unspeakable guilty conscience.

Su Ruoyun looked at him out of thin air, her clear eyes suddenly opened wide, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, not understanding why Ye Shian looked at herself at such a time.

After realizing it, under his meaningful gaze, guilty conscience surged like a tide. Understanding why he looked at herself, Su Ruoyun didn't dare to look at him again, her eyes drifted to the other side in a panic, avoiding Ye Shian's gaze, subconsciously raised her hand, pretending to cover her mouth and cough lightly, trying to break this embarrassment.

Ye Shian curled his lips and sneered, his voice was indifferent, "I'm very good, thank you for your concern."

The words were obviously spoken specifically for someone to hear.

Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun both heard that this sentence was clearly spoken for someone.

And He Jingrong, who was in the context, heard this sentence, and her eye sockets gradually filled with tears, muttering to herself: "So you really have a woman."

She couldn't control closing her eyes, tears rolled down like broken beads in an instant, her body trembled slightly, her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and every beat was accompanied by sharp stinging pain.

The air seemed to stagnate in her throat, and the suffocation drowned He Jingrong like a tide.

The voice of opening her mouth was low and hoarse, but it was captured by the attentive Ye Shian. Hearing this, he unloaded his strength, lowered his breath, and scolded softly: "Talking nonsense."

The eyes touched the wetness stained on the porcelain-white cheeks, and he felt distressed for a moment. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips with a trace of imperceptible trembling, and touched He Jingrong's cheek.

The next second, she turned her head to avoid it.

Ye Shian missed, his hand hung in the air awkwardly, with no reaction, and then reached out again. This time, He Jingrong couldn't hide, and could only let him wipe away her tears carefully, his movements very gentle.

After wiping the tears clean, Ye Shian grabbed He Jingrong's arm and pulled her away straight with a strong, irresistible attitude.

Beside the pavilion, only Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun were left, confused.

Just left?

Su Ruoyun raised her eyebrows suspiciously, or is it considered reconciled?

Just when her thoughts were wandering, a voice drifted into her ears from back to front.

"Not leaving yet?"

"Leaving."

Because she drove herself, Su Ruoyun also declined Huo Jingcheng's kindness and drove home by herself.

After returning home and washing up, she had a video call with Li Li and Xu Erhan.

After telling everything that happened tonight, Su Ruoyun rubbed her chin and asked her own question: "You say, are they reconciled tonight, or will they be reconciled tonight?"

Xu Erhan sat at the desk, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, the lenses flashing with faint light under the light. While looking at the report, she opened her mouth to answer her friend's words, "Not reconciled, but not far from reconciled."

Li Li held a glass of red wine lightly, her wrists turned, and the crimson nectar in the transparent red wine glass swayed leisurely. The wine liquid climbed along the cup wall and then slid down, leaving wine marks of different depths, her tone was firm: "I bet fifty cents, they must be reconciled. Ye Shian can't help but not bow his head."

Xu Erhan and Li Li on the opposite side raised their eyes in unison and asked: "What do you think?"

"Me?"

Su Ruoyun leaned back lazily, the whole person trapped in the soft leather sofa, her two legs spread out on the coffee table, her ankles crossed, "I haven't been in love, how would I know."

"Cut!" Two female voices came from the phone receiver.

Su Ruoyun said again: "However, every time they quarrel, anyway, it doesn't exceed a week. They are adults and know how to solve problems."

Small frictions and differences of opinion are inevitable in the relationship between lovers. Problems are not a big deal, as long as they are solved.

He Jingrong and Ye Shian have been dating for many years, and the number of quarrels is not frequent, but there are some. Each time it basically only takes one or two days, and this time it has been five days at most.

"So I also feel that they should be reconciled," her tone changed, "but this time it was Ye Shian who proposed the breakup, so I feel it won't be solved so easily."

Su Ruoyun kicked the ball back: "Do you think I'm right?"

Li Li's crimson lips raised slightly, outlining a trace of a smile, "Ask you yes or no, you answer yes and no."

"Little Zhuzi, are you doing reading comprehension for the two of us here?"

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