Jingxia Rose

Chapter 109: Isn't he your man?
reason?

What reason could there be?

Do you dislike it, or do you just not feel anything for it?
Ji Xian went over the question in his mind, met his eyes again, and smiled faintly, "I can't quite put my finger on it, maybe it's just a feeling."

Xiao Guxing actually understood, he knew very well, but he just wanted to hear an answer from her that would make him give up, so he asked again, "Have you not let go of Wen Qi yet?"

Ji Xian paused slightly, silently looking away, her soft voice trembling slightly, "No. I'm sorry, I couldn't..."

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong or say anything wrong."

Xiao Guxing interrupted her.

Yes, she did nothing wrong.

I just don't like him.

Moreover, he could tell from her subconscious reaction that the person in her heart was Wen Qi.

It seems there's no reason to keep trying.

After a long silence, he finally spoke again, "If... I mean if, I had confessed my feelings to you back in college, would you have said yes?"

Ji Xian was taken aback and pondered for a moment.

She even imagined the scene of Xiao Guxing confessing his feelings to her in college.

Hmm, maybe she'll agree then.

But once it's missed, it's missed.

But he didn't say it out loud, because saying it would only add to his troubles. In the end, he shook his head and said, "I don't know. Who knows those unknown things? I didn't participate in that competition for learning and exchange; it was for the prize money."

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Guxing's eyes. Suppressing the disappointment in his heart, he joked, "So, it seems I'm the one who blocked your path to first place."

"Senior, you're too kind. You deserved to be number one. Besides, my second place is pretty good too, and the prize money is quite generous."

The prize money for that competition was indeed substantial.

In fact, the living expenses that Aunt Ji gave her each month were far from enough, but she was too embarrassed to ask for it. In addition, the tuition fees would also put a lot of pressure on her second uncle's family, who were not well-off.

After all, she still has Ji Heng and Ji Nian behind her.

As the two continued chatting on this topic, the initial awkwardness gradually disappeared.

She came in Shi Wan's car today. After dinner, the two parted ways, and she drove back.

Unlike the heavy mood I had when I arrived, I now feel completely relaxed.

That's good.

She drove the car into the underground parking garage of the residential complex, and just as she reversed into the parking space and parked, she got out of the car and her cell phone rang in her bag.

It's a strange phone call.

The display is local.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Hello."

"Ji Xian, it's me."

The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar. Ji Xuan searched his memory for a moment, then tentatively called out, "Feng Lei?"

Damn it!
It's like seeing a ghost in the middle of the night!

How did you get my phone number?

“I asked Professor Tan for it.”

Ji Xuan suppressed his surprise and calmly walked towards the elevator. "Is there something you need?"

Feng Lei on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, as if she was doing some kind of mental preparation. After more than ten seconds, she said through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry, I was wrong before. I shouldn't have targeted you, shouldn't have said bad things about you, and shouldn't have made all those sarcastic remarks with Xiao Guxing... In short, I was wrong before. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"..."

Ji Xuan's hand, which was pressing the elevator button, paused and stopped in mid-air.

She found it unbelievable and was utterly astonished.

how?

Will the sun rise in the west and set in the east tomorrow? No, Feng Lei, such a proud person, actually bent down and apologized to her.

Although there was a clear sense of resentment and unwillingness in his tone.

"Ji Xian, did you hear me? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I'm just shocked..." Ji Xuan slowly came back to his senses, fell silent, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Why did you suddenly tell me all this out of the blue?"

“It’s all because of your man!” Feng Lei got furious when she said this. “I only said a couple of things to you that day, and he heard it. Then he actually came to my house and cut off my family’s cash flow. He even openly went against my family in the stock market.”

In just a few days, the Feng family suffered losses approaching eight figures.

If the funds don't come back soon, and with losses like this, it won't even take half a month before it goes bankrupt.

The Feng family's business empire is not small, but it naturally cannot compare with the Wen family, the richest family in Beijing.

Feng Lei's words were like cannonballs, hitting Ji Xian squarely. While she was still stunned, Feng Lei's aggressive and condescending voice rang out again.

"I'm not trying to be mean, Ji Xuan, but you already have such an amazing boyfriend, why are you still entangled with Xiao Guxing? I thought..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was abruptly disconnected.

Ji Xuan rubbed his temples, his heart pounding.

It's not hard to tell that the person Feng Lei was referring to was Wen Qi.

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Wen Qi hasn't had a good time since leaving Ji Xuan that day.

In the past three or four days, he forced himself to let go of Ji Xian, not to think about her, not to look for her, and returned to the state he was in when he broke up with Ji Xian.

Working day and night, trying to numb oneself with work.

It was already late at night when they returned to Canglan Residence.

A layer of mist hung in the air, and the courtyard seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Young Master, why have you been coming home so late lately? How can your health take it?"

Aunt Zhao woke up when she heard the car outside. Seeing the deep weariness on his face, she asked with concern, "Have you had dinner? Do you want me to cook something...?"

"No need, I'm not hungry," Wen Qi interrupted. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I went to sleep, but I was worried that you hadn't come home so late."

Aunt Zhao hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped. His current state was very similar to how Ji Xian had been when he first left.

Wen Qi nodded. "You can continue sleeping."

After saying that, he picked up his coat and went upstairs.

When he came out after taking a shower, it had already started to drizzle outside.

As the night wore on, the rain intensified, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Wen Qi didn't remember what time he went to sleep. Perhaps he had pushed his body too hard these past few days. On this rainy night, he slept very soundly.

When I woke up, I had already missed my biological clock; the wooden rose-shaped clock on the wall was already pointing to 9:30.

The rain outside had stopped sometime ago, but the sky was still somewhat gloomy.

In this chilly spring, the courtyard seemed rather desolate.

Just then, Ye Xueyan called to report her work schedule. He listened while washing up, and by the time Ye Xueyan finished, he had also finished washing up, picked up his phone, and headed to the dressing room.

"Please arrange the appointment I made at Huasheng a few days ago."

Ye Xueyan was taken aback. Did this mean she was going on another business trip?
With her boss working non-stop, her secretary had no choice but to suffer in silence!
When does Mr. Wen plan to go?

Wen Qi thought for a moment, "Have Assistant Yang make the trip to Dongcheng this afternoon. Let's do it this afternoon. The flight and hotel can be arranged."

"Yes."

Wen Qi hung up the phone, changed into his pajamas, and went downstairs.

Just as he reached the middle of the stairs, he heard laughter coming from downstairs, which made him momentarily dazed. He paused, and the next moment, a familiar, gentle female voice reached his ears.

"It tastes just like before, so delicious. I've tried making it the way you described before, but I just can't get the same flavor. It always feels like something's missing."