A small candy

Chapter 13 Lingling is going on a blind date

Jian Ling hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and then cleaned the coffee table that she had soiled. In the process, she pinched her palms, unable to believe that what she saw was real.

Why did Cheng Zhixu come to visit suddenly?

How did he know she lived here?
Did he come here specifically to see her?

In an instant, several lines of colorful comments flashed through Jian Ling's mind.

Dora was the first to react. He lifted his face from the food bowl, kicked off the coffee table with his front paws, turned around and ran towards Cheng Zhixu at the door, circled around him twice, and barked.

Dora is a gentle Labrador who never shows any aggression even when meeting strangers.

Cheng Zhixu stood there, looking at the dog wagging its tail enthusiastically, bent down and touched its head, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, then turned to meet Jian Ling's gaze.

"eating?"

Cheng Zhixu had to give up holding his breath while speaking, and then an unpleasant and pungent smell rushed into his nose, so he held his breath again without making a sound.

Jian Ling belatedly got up from the carpet and stood beside the sofa, looking at him. She blinked, still looking incredulous: "Yeah, I'm eating. You... why are you here?"

"I was passing by and came up to pick something up." Cheng Zhixu raised an eyebrow. Seeing her surprised expression, as if she understood something, he said very slowly, "Didn't your uncle tell you that this is my house?"

Jian Ling was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

What did Ye Guizhou say before? I have a friend whose house is close to your company. He doesn't live there often, so you can stay there for now...

Therefore, the "friend" that my uncle mentioned actually refers to Cheng Zhixu.

The world is so small.

Jian Ling lowered her head and bit her lip in frustration. She had just been so deluded that she had assumed Cheng Zhixu had come to see her. Fortunately, she hadn't asked, "Are you here to see me?" Otherwise, she would have been terribly embarrassed.

Cheng Zhixu looked at the little girl who was facing him with the top of her head, a faint smile spread across his lips, and he coughed: "You eat first, I'll go get something and leave."

Jian Ling raised her head and glanced at him: "Oh."

Cheng Zhixu strode up the stairs at a brisk pace. From behind, he looked a bit like he was running away. It was exactly the same reaction Dora had when he smelled snail noodles. Later, Dora's nostrils were stuffed with two wads of tissue before he felt better.

Jian Ling took a deep sniff in the air, which was filled with the rich aroma of snail noodles.

But she had to admit that this thing was similar to stinky tofu and durian. People who liked it thought it was fragrant, but people who didn't like it couldn't help but feel nauseous after just a slight smell.

Cheng Zhixu probably doesn't like to eat.

Jian Ling stared at the unfinished snail noodles on the coffee table, frowning and struggling over whether to throw it away or let it continue to release the pungent smell, when Cheng Zhixu came down from upstairs.

The man wore a snow-white shirt, buttoned meticulously to the collar. He wore no tie, his shirt tucked into his crisp black trousers. A matching belt accentuated his narrow waist. As he descended the stairs, his long legs intertwined. Even in slippers, he didn't appear casual or lazy; instead, he exuded a uniquely gentle and handsome demeanor.

Jian Ling was stunned, and when she came to her senses, the person had already walked closer.

Cheng Zhixu suppressed the intoxicating smell, secretly adjusted his breathing, and said hello to Jian Ling: "Then I'll be leaving first."

Jian Ling saw that he was holding a sky blue folder and something that looked like a photo album. She scratched her hair and said hesitantly, "Let me take you there."

"You haven't finished eating yet?" Cheng Zhixu raised his chin and pointed at the bowl of unknown food on the coffee table. "No need to send me off. Go and eat."

Jian Ling didn't listen to him and insisted on sending him to the entrance. Cheng Zhixu had no choice but to let her do what she wanted. While lowering his head to change his shoes, he casually said, "I don't live in this house and I don't come here often. You can live here peacefully. You can move everything inside."

Jian Ling nodded hesitantly.

Because she is too lazy, she has only been active in the living room and bedroom. She has not checked in at other places, including the kitchen, guest room, and study, and she has not even touched the things inside.

Cheng Zhixu stood up and asked with a smile, "Would you be scared living alone in such a big house?"

Jian Ling pursed her lips embarrassedly and whispered, "A little bit, so I brought the dog here. With it by my side, I won't feel that way."

I remember that it was quite scary when it thundered and rained around one in the morning, especially when lightning streaked across the night sky. The sudden light shone into the house through the gaps in the curtains, giving me a weird and terrifying feeling.

Cheng Zhixu nodded and glanced at the lunch box on the coffee table: "Do you eat takeout every day at home?"

"No." Jian Ling shook her head. "Auntie comes to cook breakfast and dinner for me every day. Tonight is an exception. I wanted to eat takeout, so I didn't let Auntie come over."

Cheng Zhixu pursed his lips and smiled, a little curious: "What are you eating?"

Jian Ling thought he was curious about what kind of food could produce such a smell, so her voice became weaker: "Snail noodles."

Cheng Zhixu didn't hear clearly, so he tilted his ear and pretended to listen: "What?"

"Snail noodles." Jian Ling said firmly, "Believe me, it just smells a little weird, but it tastes delicious!"

Cheng Zhixu seemed to have nothing to say and nodded silently.

The two of them squeezed into the not-so-spacious entrance hall, and Jian Ling suddenly remembered what her love strategist Dai Wangchu had said a week ago: Cheng Zhixu cared about her and cared about her, and she might be able to turn her secret love into an open one.

Since he cares about her so much, then... Jian Ling took a deep breath, suddenly looked up, and looked straight at Cheng Zhixu. She mustered up the courage to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to confess her feelings directly.

Cheng Zhixu felt a little confused by her intense gaze and touched his nose. "Do you have something to say?"

"Yes! Cheng Zhixu, I have something to tell you." Jian Ling clenched her fists, as if ready to die. Cheng Zhixu raised an eyebrow, a little intimidated by her aura. If he hadn't had some sense, he might have thought she was going to hit someone. After calming himself down, he replied, "Go ahead."

"I……"

The man's eyes, standing so close, were as black as ink, calm and peaceful as a lake. Jian Ling deflated as soon as she met his gaze, and abruptly looked away. "I want to tell you, if you get a chance, you should try the snail noodles. They're really delicious. I wasn't lying to you!"

After saying all the nonsense in one breath, Jian Ling felt embarrassed and annoyed.

She cursed herself in her heart: How could you be so useless!

Cheng Zhixu closed his eyes in a daze, as if he had not expected that she would muster up all her courage and say something irrelevant. His eyes dimmed and he nodded in agreement.

Warfare is all about courage. The first time you push your opponent, your energy is high; the second time it weakens, and the third time it is completely exhausted.

Jian Ling's courage to confess had faded, and she could no longer find the momentum she had just had. She could only waved dejectedly and sent Cheng Zhixu into the elevator.

After the people had left, she closed the door, leaned against it and sighed.

After complaining to herself for a while, she slumped back down on the coffee table in her slippers and continued to eat the leftover snail noodles. Dora had already finished his dog food and was lying obediently on the sofa watching TV with her.

Jian Ling casually picked up the phone next to her and wanted to check if there were any unread messages in WeChat. When she turned her head, she found Cheng Zhixu's avatar in the Moments column.

She clicked on it eagerly and found he had posted a picture of the night sky. A cold crescent moon hung in the pitch-black darkness. There was no text attached. The time displayed was "three minutes ago."

Jian Ling refreshed the page a few times and realized that she and Cheng Zhixu had no mutual friends, so she couldn't see other people's comments. No, there was a Ye Guizhou, but he hadn't commented on anything, not even a "like."

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Jian Ling recently joined the project team and was busy working on the plan. She almost never went to bed until one or two in the morning, and drank coffee like it was free.

When Ye Xianxin called her on video, she saw the dark circles under her eyelids and her haggard look. She felt so distressed that she kept complaining about how her aunt took care of her and how she had lost weight.

Jian Ling waved her hands and said it was okay, just think of it as losing weight. But Ye Xianxin was unwilling to be reassured and insisted that she go home after get off work. She would not feel at ease until she saw her in person.

Jian Ling had no choice but to carry the unfinished work back home after get off work that afternoon.

As soon as she entered the room, Ye Xianxin pulled her around and looked her up and down. Ye Xianxin frowned and said, "Look at you, you even have pimples on your chin."

Jian Ling touched the small bump on her chin. It was a little painful, indicating that the inflammation hadn't subsided. The pimple hadn't gone down in a week, and she had to cover it up with concealer every day, so she didn't dare go near Cheng Zhixu!

Thinking of this, she sighed sadly: "Not only that, I haven't had my period this month!"

She remembered that the month before last, she'd been working on her thesis through consecutive all-nighters, and her period had been delayed for half a month. And the month before last, when she'd just started working and wasn't quite used to it, her period had been delayed for a week. When it came, it was so heavy, not only did it cause cramps, but it also stained her skirt, causing her to bleed. Cheng Zhixu had seen it, and that scene...

Jian Ling pressed her temples, not wanting to recall that embarrassing scene. Her scalp started to tingle just thinking about it.

Jian Ling put down the computer bag and chain bag in her hands, poured herself a glass of warm water, and thought about how exhausted she was from rushing to finish the project during this period. She finally understood the origin of the word "social animal".

Ye Xianxin looked at her for a while and made a quick decision: "No, you can't go on like this."

Jian Ling spread her hands: "There's nothing I can do. I'm not the only one. Everyone in the team has their own responsibilities and is very busy. Chuchu is the team leader. She stays up more late than me, but she doesn't say anything."

"I can't control others, but you're my daughter. I can't watch you ruin your health." Ye Xianxin held her hand and said earnestly, "Your constitution is weak to begin with. You can't compare to the average person. When your father comes back and finds out, his attitude will be even tougher than mine."

Jian Ling sat down on the sofa and almost choked on the water, thinking it wasn't that serious.

Ye Xianxin stopped her from saying anything. "Listen to me on this matter. I'll make an appointment for you with a Chinese medicine doctor. Please make time for me this Saturday to see the doctor and regulate your body. A girl's irregular menstrual period must not be ignored!"

Jian Ling's eyes widened immediately. Why did she need to see a doctor? Once she wasn't so busy, her period would naturally return to normal.

Ye Xianxin was stared at by her for a long time. Finally, she couldn't bear the pressure anymore and showed a guilty look. She hurriedly looked away and stood up with her knees supported. "You rest first. I'll go to the kitchen to see how the soup is stewing."

The messy steps, which seemed like fleeing in panic, made Jane Ling feel even more abnormal.

The soup in the kitchen was being watched by her aunt, so it was not her mother's turn to ask about it when she knew nothing about cooking. Jian Ling leaned against the sofa and thought for a long time without any result.

After Ye Xianxin came out of the kitchen, Jian Ling crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly. "Let's be honest, Mom. Why are you so insistent on me seeing a doctor? If there's really something wrong with my body, I can just ask Uncle Chen, our family doctor, to come over. Why bother others?"

Ye Xianxin smiled slightly to hide her feelings: "Isn't that because your Uncle Chen isn't a doctor in this field either?"

"Nonsense! Since Uncle Chen is a family doctor, he must be proficient in every subject." Jian Ling shook her head inexplicably. "Don't say he doesn't understand Chinese medicine. I remember him taking my pulse before."

Ye Xianxin pressed her forehead and thought that it was really hard to deceive children when they grew up.

"Okay, I'll be frank with you." Ye Xianxin sat up straight, turned sideways to face Jian Ling, and after a moment's thought, she said with a smile, "I want to introduce your Uncle Chen's son to you and ask you to try to be his friend. You probably haven't met his son, but I have met him a few times. He's a truly handsome man, having become a director at such a young age. Moreover, his family has been doctors for three generations, and his ancestors were..."

Jian Ling felt a little headache. She crossed her arms and made an X sign, interrupting her praise of the doctor: "Mom, from what you said, you want me to go on a blind date?"

She understood, she understood completely that seeing a doctor and conditioning the body was just a side job, while blind dates were the real thing.

　Cheng Zhixu: Would you be scared living alone in such a big house?

　　March: What? You want to move in? You’re dreaming!

　　Cheng Zhixu: ...get it clear, this is my house.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)