A small candy

Chapter 33 Best Man and Bridesmaid

Jian Ling didn't look at the road carefully, and was hit by the sudden collision. She saw stars and it took her a long time to recover. She almost burst into tears.

After being ridiculed and mocked by her rival for no apparent reason, and then suffering this unexpected misfortune, the young lady's temper flared up. She opened her mouth to ask if the rival had no eyes, but the rival grabbed her wrist, took her hand away from her forehead, and said in a low, magnetic voice: "Are you hurt? Let me see."

Jian Ling was startled and raised her eyelids to look over. At the same time, a familiar masculine scent rushed into her nose. It was a scent that belonged only to Cheng Zhixu.

She was so angry that she didn't smell it at first.

Jian Ling's eyes flickered. She wondered how long he had been standing there, whether he had heard her conversation with Shen Qinghe, and how much he had heard. She bit her lip, trying to recall what she had said. She rubbed her forehead with her fingertips, loosened her lower lip with her teeth, and uttered a few vague words: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

Cheng Zhixu reached out and blocked her hand. He gently rubbed her forehead with his fingertips and looked down at her eyes: "It's a little red."

"Why are you here?" Jian Ling didn't care much about his forehead and held his fingers.

Cheng Zhixu took her hand in his and walked back along the corridor. Without mentioning Shen Qinghe's name, he jokingly said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time and was worried that you might have fallen into the toilet."

Jian Ling didn't believe him. She looked back and saw that Shen Qinghe hadn't caught up. She shook Cheng Zhixu's hand and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

"What?" Cheng Zhixu glanced at her sideways, his expression calm, without any sign of abnormality.

"I had a quarrel with... Shen Qinghe, didn't you hear it?" Jian Ling broke free from his hand and instead held his arm, half of her body hanging on him, walking forward on tiptoe, looking at him with her head tilted as she walked.

Cheng Zhixu finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and a clear smile appeared on his lips: "I heard it."

Jian Ling punched him with her fist, her face flushed with anger: "I knew it!" What an old fox, so good at pretending, is he going to pretend he didn't hear anything unless she asks?
Cheng Zhixu took her to the elevator and pressed the down arrow.

"Don't we need to go back to the box?" Jian Ling asked distractedly.

"I told Vice President He when we came out that I have other things to do next, so I won't stay with you any longer." Cheng Zhixu held Jian Ling's coat in his arms and draped it over her shoulders. "We've finished discussing the main business. We'll discuss the rest in a meeting after the project officially starts."

The elevator door opened, and the two walked in. Cheng Zhixu pressed the close button, leaving them alone in the closed elevator. Jian Ling hesitated, her fingers pinching the hem of her sweater. The washed and dried areas were still damp to the touch.

Cheng Zhixu didn't say anything until he got out of the elevator.

Jian Ling couldn't bear it anymore, frowned and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?" Since he had heard her and Shen Qinghe's tit-for-tat quarrel, he should at least say something.

"What?" Cheng Zhixu paused, took out his phone and sent a message to the driver, asking him to drive to the door. His eyes met Jian Ling's. He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Honestly, you surprised me. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I really couldn't imagine you arguing so fiercely. Shen Qinghe has seen it in all kinds of situations, but you actually made her speechless."

Cheng Zhixu admired her more and more as he spoke, and said solemnly, "Maybe I can take you with me when I go to negotiate with others in the future."

"Who, who asked you to say this!" Jian Ling was so angry that she couldn't speak smoothly.

The car arrived, and the two of them got in the back seat. Cheng Zhixu asked the driver to drive to Jian Ling's apartment. Along the way, because the driver was a third person present, Jian Ling held back and didn't say anything.

Cheng Zhixu walked her to the door of her house and watched her enter the password, but he did not leave in a hurry. He leaned sideways and squeezed in just before she closed the door.

There was no light on in the room. The only light was the bright moonlight coming in from the window on the side of the living room. As the curtains floated, the moonlight on the floor spread out like ripples, clear and shallow.

Cheng Zhixu clasped Jian Ling's waist with both hands, took a step forward, pressed her against the door panel, and without any warning, a fierce and lingering kiss came down, washing away Jian Ling's rationality completely.

The rubbing of their clothes and the sucking sounds were ambiguous and seductive in the silent space. The air conditioner was not on, but the temperature was rising steadily. It seemed as if sparks were bursting in the air. Jian Ling felt as if sweat was oozing out of every pore.

Jian Ling pushed the person in front of her impatiently, but it was no use. He immediately grabbed her wrist, pulled it up, and placed it on the door above her head. She was forced to tilt her neck back, the lines of her neck stretched out, like a ballerina performing a passionate performance in the dark.

After a long moment, their foreheads touched. Cheng Zhixu closed his eyes and spoke in a low voice so that only they could hear: "Jian Ling, you are so good. Should I be worried that I am not worthy of you?"

Her sincerity and love.

Her clumsiness and pride.

She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

How could I not be worthy of him?

There was a "click" sound next to her ear. It was Cheng Zhixu turning on the light. Light poured down from above her head. Jian Ling squinted uncomfortably and buried her face in Cheng Zhixu's shoulder. Her breathing rate was as fast as her heartbeat.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her legs limp, her heart bubbling with emotion. She wanted to say something in response, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she raised her neck like a proud little peacock, "There's one thing I forgot to tell Shen Qinghe. I'm not some ordinary clerk. I'm the jewel of the Jian and Ye families. Cheng Zhixu, you've won."

Cheng Zhixu smiled and rubbed his nose against hers: "Yeah, Mingzhu."

Jian Ling didn't know what two words he said, she just thought he was agreeing with her and nodded seriously. For some reason, he suddenly became overjoyed.

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After waiting for a long time, the long-awaited National Day holiday has finally arrived.

The day before the holiday, Jian Ling was full of energy. She finished the remaining work as quickly as possible and stretched herself. The thought of the holiday coming up soon made her unable to sit still in her chair.

Dai Wangchu saw the smile on her lips, took a sip of coffee and asked, "Where are you planning to go for National Day?" "I'm not going to travel. My uncle is getting married during the National Day holiday, and I want to attend the wedding. It's my first time as a bridesmaid, and I'm very excited just thinking about it." Jian Ling held her chin with one hand, her face rosy, and her eyes flashing with light.

"Well, congratulations to your uncle. I've been waiting for the day when you and Cheng...ahem, that person get married, so I can be the bridesmaid." Dai Wangchu held the coffee cup, like a lazy cat, and smiled with his eyes narrowed into slits.

Jian Ling sat up straight, gave her a sidelong glance, and changed the subject: "What about you? Where are you planning to go during the National Day holiday? It's seven days long."

"As for me, I just want to stay home, watch TV series and variety shows, sleep in until I wake up naturally, and be a lazy fish." Dai Wangchu put down his coffee cup, already looking forward to the holiday life, and unconsciously let a look of enjoyment appear on his face as he spoke. "Everyone is taking advantage of the National Day holiday to go out and play. Tourist attractions across the country are crowded. People go out not to see the scenery, but to see the crowds."

This was true. Jian Ling nodded in agreement and suddenly suggested, "Why don't you come to my uncle's wedding? I'll give you an invitation."

Dai Wangchu had no specific plans for the holiday. Just as she was about to ask to go, she changed her mind and declined: "Forget it. If you are a bridesmaid, the wedding day will definitely be very busy. I don't know anyone there, which is quite embarrassing."

The two chatted for a while and then packed up their things and prepared to go home.

After get off work, Jian Ling didn't ask Cheng Zhixu to send her off, and took a taxi back to Jian's house. In the evening, the family sat in the dining room for dinner, and the topic of conversation revolved around Ye Guizhou's wedding.

After dinner, Jian Ling took Dora out for a walk.

In early autumn, the evening breeze was chilly. The wind swept the dead leaves along the roadside, swirling them and falling to the ground like butterflies with broken wings. Overhead, the night sky was a deep blue, dotted with a few twinkling stars. It wasn't like the starry sky of a midsummer night, but it held a unique artistic quality.

Jian Ling didn't have to rush to finish the planning proposal, so she felt relaxed. She took the dog for a walk, took a shower, lay on her side on the bed, buried her head in the pillow, and took out her phone to send a message to Cheng Zhixu.

Palm Pig: "Boss Cheng, what are you doing?"

Ever since they played boss and secretary, Jian Ling had been calling him Boss Cheng. He was her boss, so it wasn't wrong to call him that. But Cheng Zhixu privately felt uncomfortable hearing it, and after correcting her several times, she refused to change her tune, so he just went along with her.

A few minutes later, Cheng Zhixu replied: "I went home and was just chatting with my parents."

Jian Ling turned over and lay on the bed, her elbows propped up on the pillow, her legs raised up, pushing up the quilt on her body into a big bulge, and replied to him: "What are you talking about?"

Orange Juice: "Let's talk about my life event."

Jian Ling paused, then stopped asking any further questions. That time outside the bathroom, she had said that as long as she and Cheng Zhixu weren't married, Shen Qinghe would have the chance to pursue him.

Cheng Zhixu must have heard this. She felt embarrassed when she thought about it later, and had a feeling of wanting to get married. From then on, she tried to avoid this topic as much as possible.

Jian Ling rolled her eyes and changed the subject: "My uncle is having a wedding on the 6th, are you coming?"

Cheng Zhixu didn't reply to her. Jian Ling was just wondering when the chat dialog box in front of her suddenly changed. The interface turned into a video call invitation. Jian Ling clicked the answer. The screen flashed, revealing the lower half of Cheng Zhixu's face.

He should have walked into a bedroom, and after closing the door, the video angle returned to normal, showing his complete face. The close-up photo that filled the entire screen was so handsome and compelling. The superiority of his facial features was fully reflected at this time. His eyebrows were deep, his nose was high and straight, like a slide, and his lips were slightly pursed into a beautiful arc.

Jian Ling couldn't control her hands and started taking screenshots frantically.

Cheng Zhixu's voice came through the electricity, very clear: "What are you doing?"

"Ah? No." Jian Ling pretended to be stupid.

Cheng Zhixu sat on the sofa, staring at the person on the screen. She was wearing light yellow autumn pajamas with a lapel and long sleeves. Because of her prone position, the collar dropped a little, revealing her thin and white collarbones. Her long black hair hung down, making her face look particularly small.

Jian Ling placed her phone upright on the bedside, freeing her hands to support her chin. She blinked her watery eyes and said, "You and my uncle are good friends. You shouldn't miss his wedding, right?"

Cheng Zhixu was silent over there, as if he was struggling with something.

"Your uncle invited me to be the best man." Cheng Zhixu rubbed his forehead, feeling resistance.

When Ye Guizhou first proposed this, he hadn't agreed straight away, as he had some concerns. He had already made it clear that he had feelings for Jian Ling, and all he needed to do was find a way to make it clear to her. He considered that if he and Jian Ling were together, then his friend Ye Guizhou would become his elder.

Although he was very reluctant to accept this, the fact was there and could not be denied, unless he had not thought about his future with Jian Ling.

It sounds a bit funny for a younger generation to serve as a best man for an older generation, but that's not the case.

If his relationship with Jian Ling was made public, I believe Ye Guizhou would not invite him to be the best man again. The key point is that Jian Ling did not plan to make it public so early, so he could only continue to play the role of "friend" in front of Ye Guizhou.

Jian Ling had a simple mind and didn't think too much about it. She sat up and excitedly said while holding her phone, "Great! I'm the bridesmaid and you're the best man. We can be together!"

Cheng Zhixu was stunned for a moment, not understanding. "You're the maid of honor? How could that be? Aren't you a relative of Ye Guizhou's? You should be a distinguished guest."

"My aunt-in-law and I have known each other for a long time. We are good sisters. Of course I have to be her bridesmaid!" Jian Ling said excitedly, "Being a VIP is not as fun as being a bridesmaid."

She's both my aunt and my best friend, the order of generations is so confusing. Cheng Zhixu rubbed his brow, then realized that his involvement would only make the order of generations even more confusing.

Jian Ling already had high expectations for Ye Guizhou's wedding, and now that she knew Cheng Zhixu was the best man, she was even more excited: "Hehe, just thinking about it makes me happy."

Cheng Zhixu didn't tell her about his concerns and sighed: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

(End of this chapter)