Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 114 Holding Fate's Ankle

Gan Jing frowned subconsciously, she felt that Lin Yuan had bad intentions.

"I'm a little curious about what the pair of high heels that have been haunting you look like."

"How do you know they are high heels?" Gan Jing asked the same question as Lu Yuan.

She only found out this morning that Lu Yuan had placed the pair of high heels at her doorstep, rang the doorbell, and then left quietly.

Without leaving a single word, she didn't even have the chance to see Lu Yuan.

"Not only do I know this, I also know that he found a craftsman and used the portrait of the man's wife and the women's shoes she wore when she was alive as a 'threat', and the man had no choice but to agree to his request."

"What?" Gan Jing covered his mouth, a moved look in his eyes.

I didn’t expect there was such a story behind this pair of high heels.

Her guilt towards Lu Yuan deepened a little bit. He still remembered what she said casually until today and was willing to fulfill it at all costs.

Lin Yuan sneered: "It seems that what I said to you a few days ago was in vain. Do you know what Lu Yuan's behavior is? If others take it seriously, he will go to jail."

Gan Jing's eyes flashed with stubbornness, and he retorted unwillingly: "Even if what he did was wrong, don't I even have the right to be moved?"

Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of grievance and heartache for Lu Yuan.

Lin Yuan sneered even more: "If you really still miss him, why don't you go with him?"

Gan Jing looked up at him, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I enjoy the romance and surprises that Lu Yuan carefully creates, but I distance myself from him because of his personality and the way he handles things. Is it so difficult to admit that I don't love Lu Yuan that much?"

Gan Jing was stunned, his lips trembling slightly, "I..."

She really didn't love Lu Yuan as much as Lu Yuan loved her.

She couldn't live for just one person like Lu Yuan did.

"Lu Yuan will be killed by you sooner or later if he stays with you, but it's a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten, so it has nothing to do with me."

Gan Jing looked at him quietly, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, and mustered up the courage to ask, "If I really want to go with Lu Yuan, will you keep me?"

"That's a good excuse. I really don't want to let you go." Lin Yuan pulled Gan Jing into his arms. Without warning, his hand slapped Gan Jing's round buttocks in light blue jeans. The force was not strong, but it was enough to make Gan Jing's body tremble.

This pat, with a hint of intimacy and ambiguity, made Gan Jing's heart beat faster involuntarily.

"So..." Lin Yuan's tone left no room for doubt, his eyes flashing with a domineering light, "Go find the shoes quickly, don't make me say it a second time."

Gan Jing bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of helplessness flashed across her eyes, then she turned around and walked towards where the gift box was placed.

She couldn't resist Lin Yuan's tyranny at all.

She picked up the gift box and slowly returned to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan opened the gift box, which was filled with white and pink petals, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. In the middle was a pair of beautiful, silver-glittering high heels.

This pair of shoes is exquisite and elegant, and the tiny diamonds inlaid on the upper emit a dazzling brilliance under the light.

Lin Yuan was a little curious: "You didn't tell him that you wanted to break up with Jiang Haokun?"

Gan Jing sat aside, shook his head, and said softly but firmly: "Telling him will only make him more worried. I want him to leave peacefully and live his own life."

Lin Yuan nodded gently. Jiang Hao Kun would definitely not agree to break up. If Lu Yuan knew about it, it would probably cause a lot of trouble.

"Did Jiang Haokun never come to see you?"

"He went on a business trip to Pengcheng. I want to break up with him in person after he comes back."

As Gan Jing was speaking, Lin Yuan suddenly bent down, stretched out his strong right hand, and grasped her left ankle.

Gan Jing trembled slightly and subconsciously tried to pull his foot back, but Lin Yuan held it tighter.

He gently put on the glittering silver high-heeled shoe.

Then, he followed the same method and quickly and skillfully put the other shoe on Gan Jing's right foot.

Lin Yuan raised his chin slightly and said in an almost commanding tone: "Let's go and see."

Upon hearing this, Gan Jing slowly moved his legs away from Lin Yuan's legs, stepped lightly on the ground, and slowly stood up.

She walked slowly in the living room, each step a little stiffly, and her high heels made a crisp sound when they touched the ground, echoing in the quiet living room.

Lin Yuan frowned and shook his head somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"What's wrong?" Gan Jing stopped, somewhat confused.

"These blue jeans don't match. Go change into a dress."

Gan Jing looked down at her clothes. The blue jeans tightly wrapped around her legs formed a sharp contrast with the pair of exquisite and gorgeous high heels under her feet. It did seem a bit abrupt and uncoordinated.

She nodded slightly, turned around and went back to the house to look for a suitable dress.

After all, these are a pair of wedding shoes, she can't wear them out, and can only enjoy them at home.

Moreover, she also wanted Lin Yuan to take a few more photos for her as a souvenir.

After a while, Gan Jing changed into a white dress and walked out gracefully.

The material of the skirt is soft and smooth, fitting her body curves, perfectly showing her elegant posture and revealing a sense of dignity and holiness.

With that pair of dazzling high heels, the whole person seems to be lit up instantly, exuding a charming charm.

With a faint smile on her face, she swayed her body slightly from side to side, causing her skirt to sway slightly.

"Is this better?"

Lin Yuan nodded, very satisfied.

Gan Jing handed over the phone: "Please take a few pictures for me."

After taking a few simple photos, Lin Yuan threw his phone on the sofa and carried Gan Jing back to the bedroom.

"You must be tired of standing. Come, put it on my shoulders."

Gan Jing was a little resistant at first, but after Lin Yuan grasped the ankle of her fate, she had no choice but to let him control her.

Lin Yuan stayed at Gan Jing's house until night before leaving.

The moonlight shone through the window, and Gan Jing collapsed on the bed. She would never be able to look directly at the pair of high heels under her feet again.

No, after today's ordeal, perhaps this pair of shoes has been given new commemorative significance.

……

The next morning, Lin Yuan did not wake up the sleeping Peng Jiahe, but went downstairs of Grandma Peng's house alone to send Lu Yuan off for the last time.

After Lu Yuan got in the car, he said helplessly, "I told you not to send me off, but you insisted on coming."

Although there was a complaining tone in his words, there was actually a hint of gratitude for Lin Yuan's enthusiasm.

After all, when he was about to go abroad, it always made him feel warm to have someone like this come to see him off.

In Lu Yuan's heart, Lin Yuan has now become a very reliable friend.

The premise is that he would not know what Lin Yuan had done to Gan Jing.

Otherwise, he would probably want to cut Lin Yuan into pieces to relieve his hatred.

I can't even bear to touch it, so stand up and kick your specially brewed one!
Lin Yuan just smiled and said, "I picked you up when you returned home, and I sent you off when you left the country. This can be considered a complete beginning and an end."

Seeing Lu Yuan go through so many twists and turns, his emotional ups and downs, and now having to go abroad alone to make a living, Lin Yuan did feel a little pity for him.

Although, with Lu Yuan's stubbornness and pride, he didn't feel that he was that pitiful.

Lin Yuan paused, and then said: "Besides, I am not here just to send you off."

"What else do you want?"

"You want to run a restaurant abroad and you have no experience, so of course I have to give you some guidance."

Lin Yuan said seriously that he sincerely hoped that Lu Yuan could run the restaurant successfully. After all, he had invested one million yuan in it and he didn't want to lose it in vain.

Lu Yuan said proudly: "Haha, do I still need to manage my cooking skills?"

Lin Yuan raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "So confident, has your sense of taste recovered?"

"You know this too? You installed surveillance cameras in the old lady's house?" Lu Yuan widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He suddenly discovered last night that his sense of taste had returned, and the joy he felt at regaining it was simply indescribable.

He was immersed in this joy the whole night and couldn't fall asleep.

Originally, he was thinking about seeing Lin Yuan's surprised expression after he told this matter, but he didn't expect Lin Yuan to be so perceptive and noticed it at once.

Lin Yuan shook his head slightly and explained: "I just felt that your condition was a little different from before, but I didn't expect that you really recovered."

Along the way, Lin Yuan sent Lu Yuan to the airport. The two sat in the waiting hall and talked seriously.

From the procurement channels of ingredients to the pricing strategies of dishes, from the restaurant's decoration style to the customer's service experience, Lin Yuan gave his suggestions and opinions in detail.

Lu Yuan also listened very seriously. He opened this restaurant for Peng Hai, so he naturally didn't want to ruin it.

Lu Yuan didn't expect that a young man like Lin Yuan would have so many ideas about restaurant management.

There were some things that he had only figured out after working in the restaurant for more than ten years, but he didn't expect Lin Yuan to understand them.

Unknowingly, time passed quickly, and they continued chatting until Lu Yuan was about to board the plane, when they ended the conversation with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Before leaving, Lu Yuan said, "With you here, Jiahe, I have nothing to worry about... If Gan Jing has any difficulties, please take care of her if it's convenient for you."

Lu Yuan didn't have any other intentions, he just felt that Lin Yuan and Gan Jing, one is Jiang Haokun's brother-in-law and the other is Jiang Haokun's girlfriend, they have a lot of interactions, so he should help them if he can.

Lin Yuan listened to Lu Yuan's words quietly, without any mocking expression on his face, but nodded solemnly: "I know."

Whatever knowledge Gan Jing wanted to learn, he taught him everything he knew, which was very caring of him.

When we said goodbye to Lu Yuan, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Lin Yuan drove back home leisurely.

I saw Peng Jiahe still sitting on the sofa playing games.

"Peng Jiahe. Every time I come back, you're playing games. Have you forgotten that you're still a student?"

Peng Jiahe put down the controller, walked up to him, pouted her lips, and showed an aggrieved look on her face: "I just played for five minutes and you came back. If I had known, I would not have played at all. Besides, this is a combination of work and rest, and now the students are on summer vacation."

There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice as she tried to justify her behavior.

"You missed a day of study, and you didn't forget to take a day off." Lin Yuan gently pinched her watery face and said unhappily, "I didn't see you study hard in the past two months. From now on, you have to spend four hours studying every day, and you are not allowed to play games until you finish studying."

Peng Jiahe put her arms around Lin Yuan's neck, jumped into his arms, and clamped her legs around his waist like a koala. She said with a smile, "No, cousin, can I pick mushrooms for you?"

Lin Yuan's face rarely turned red and he coughed twice: "Don't think about these messy things."

He patted Peng Jiahe again, motioning her to come down, and while straightening the collar that was messed up by Peng Jiahe, he said, "Put on your shoes and go out."

After Peng Jiahe got in the car, he asked curiously, "Cousin, where are you taking me?"

"I'll take you to your mother. You show the way."

"Okay, why are we going to see her?"

Peng Jiahe was a little confused. She had been so happy every day with Lin Yuan that she had not thought about her mother whom she had not seen for a long time.

Lin Yuan ruffled her hair, then slowly explained to her: "Now that Lu Yuan is gone, your grandmother will have to find someone to take care of her. After thinking about it, your mother seems to be quite suitable."

Peng Jiahe suddenly understood after listening to Lin Yuan's explanation. However, she bit her lip with some worry and asked, "But, but can they agree? Their relationship..."

Lin Yuan chuckled and said, "Just give it a try. How do you know it won't work if you don't try?"

Peng Jiahe finally reacted: "Hey, cousin, has Lu Yuan left? He hasn't given me his gift yet?"

"I left it here. They said they would give it to you on your eighteenth birthday."

Peng Jiahe showed a satisfied look on her face, but she couldn't help but complain quietly: "Lu Yuan is being quite mysterious and insisted that I wait until I'm eighteen."

The car sped along the road and the scenery outside the window passed by quickly like a slide.

After a long time, we finally arrived at the community where Peng Jiahe's mother Liu Jing lives.

Although Peng Jiahe had been away from here for quite a long time, her memory was surprisingly good. Relying on her memory, she accurately guided Lin Yuan to drive the car to the downstairs of Liu Jing's house.

After the car stopped, Peng Jiahe was reluctant to get out.

She hadn't seen Liu Jing for a long time, and she didn't know what attitude to take towards Liu Jing.

The experience of being abandoned by her mother in childhood left her traumatized and she was unfamiliar with the word "mother". At the same time, she felt worthless and wronged for her deceased father.

Lin Yuan gently patted Peng Jiahe's shoulder and said softly, "No matter what, she is still your mother."

"What kind of mother is she if she doesn't raise her child? She hasn't fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother. Even if she has difficulties, can't she just give her a phone call?"

There was a hint of grievance in Peng Jiahe's voice.

(End of this chapter)