Zhou Sinin also took out her phone from her bag.
But what she said was, "Let’s not add each other, DingTalk is enough for work."
"I’ll send it to you on DingTalk."
"For work reasons, it makes even more sense to add each other on WeChat, right?"
"You just said it yourself, work is work, life is life. If there’s anything, contacting through DingTalk is fine, thank you."
Love was supposed to be an easy yet evenly matched struggle.
Be it bickering, teasing, or deliberately refusing to give in.
As they talked, Zhou Sinin seemed to gradually rediscover the joy she once had.
Lu Jincheng casually put away his phone, as if conceding.
"If you don’t add me, that’s fine. Anyway, during festivals, the other shareholder and I will still communicate through WeChat."
"Like liking and commenting in Moments, and sending private messages occasionally. It can’t be helped if someone doesn’t fit in."
Zhou Sinin’s eyebrows shot up, as if her tail had been stepped on, resembling an agitated cat.
Who’s the other shareholder?
In a fit of impulse, she had blocked Lu Jincheng and had actually forgotten all about it until now.
If he really did what he said, liking and commenting on her father’s Moments, exchanging a few words of magnetism. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel-fire.ɴet
And if she wasn’t even a friend, she wouldn’t see anything he said.
How could that be acceptable!
Lu Jincheng was shameless!
"Alright, alright, here you go."
The man chuckled and handed his phone to her merrily.
Zhou Sinin’s chest heaved as she snatched the phone, opened WeChat, and looked for that QR code button.
But as soon as she entered, she saw a strange remark.
Blatantly lying at the top of his WeChat.
—Demonic Little Princess (Angry).
Next to it was a familiar profile picture.
What confirmed her identity for Zhou Sinin was the last chat record.
[Honey~ Have you called the car? Guan Guan is leaving.]
The person at the top of Lu Jincheng’s WeChat was herself.
"Hey, Mr. Lu, what’s this about?"
Zhou Sinin waved the phone, her lips pursed into a fine line, a smile that was not quite a smile hidden in her eyes.
"You’ve got a new flame, and yet you keep your ex-girlfriend pinned at the top of WeChat, not very appropriate for others to see, right?"
It’s common knowledge that when one party in WeChat is single-sidedly deleted or blocked, the chat record on the other side will not disappear.
Thus, this bullet that had been hanging in the air for over a week, after a roundabout journey, hit its mark right between the girl’s eyes.
"Who’s the new flame? I don’t have any new flame."
Lu Jincheng spread his hands, looking all innocent.
Zhou Sinin took another look at his WeChat pinned chat.
No mistake, it was only her.
Aside from some work groups, it was spotless.
There was no Guan Yongyi, as she had imagined, nor any other clutter.
Zhou Sinin didn’t linger on the page for too long, after a few clicks to resend the friend request, she handed the phone back to Lu Jincheng.
They were situated opposite a busy platform.
A few boys that looked like students, carrying backpacks, saw them and gave an idle gaze, their attention landing on Zhou Sinin’s face.
They couldn’t hide their amazement.
Their eyes shifted away, but after walking a few steps, they couldn’t help but look back.
But before their gaze could linger on the winter beauty, they noticed the man beside her glaring coldly in their direction.
The boys quickly walked away.
Zhou Sinin, with her gaze lowered, was lost in thought and did not notice any of this.
Their separation had been too abrupt, many questions had no response or resolution.
Blocking him was too impulsive, and since Lu Jincheng wasn’t chasing after an explanation, she couldn’t lower her dignity to ask.
Until now, she simply couldn’t suppress her curiosity.
"No matter if it’s a new flame or something else."
"Seeing you still linked to your ex-girlfriend, others would get upset, right?"
"Why should I care if others get upset?"
Lu Jincheng laughed softly, looking utterly nonchalant.
"Life is short, like dew at dawn, I want to live the life I desire, free to do as I please."
"So, I take the initiative to reach out to the girl I love, even though she’s so cold, so ruthless, blocking me just like that."
"I’m open and honest, with a clear conscience. What do I care about others’ words?"
"Not guilty?" Zhou Sinin seemed to hear a huge joke, her upper body straightened up, and her bright peach-blossom eyes widened significantly.
"You and Guan Yongyi... you’re saying you don’t feel guilty?"
"I was drunk that day, it was just an accident."
Zhou Sinin couldn’t utter a word for a long time.
No matter how she imagined reuniting with Lu Jincheng, she couldn’t have anticipated his current reaction.
Where was the explanation?
Where was the apology?
How could he take it for granted !
"So... you mean to say, you were drunk, couldn’t control yourself, and she took the initiative?"
"I’ve wanted to explain for a long time. It was a mistake any man could make, but you just wouldn’t listen."
Zhou Sinin fell silent for a whole half minute.
She felt his frankness was somewhat outrageous yet oddly reasonable.
When a person’s character is already in ruins, how much further can it collapse?
After all, he was accustomed to speaking sweetly, often the kind of man who’s all talk and no action.
If he was drunk, plus Guan Yongyi taking the initiative, could she really expect him to remain untempted?
The irresistible charm of a high-and-mighty beauty seeking affection, could anyone truly resist?
That was very much Lu Jincheng’s style.
Zhou Sinin took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions before speaking again.
"Don’t keep talking about a beloved girl, do you think that’s persuasive?"
"I certainly think so."
Lu Jincheng was adamant.
"I might be someone who doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. Once I become obsessed, I’ll try by all means to get it."
"Yes, you must have guessed it, the company’s financial trouble was deliberately caused by me."
"Baby, you are my obsession. Whether you call it manipulation, scheming, or even accuse me of being two-faced, all I’ve done, whether you like it or not, is for one purpose—"
The man paused, turned his head, and looked squarely into Zhou Sinin’s eyes.
"To get you, to keep you by my side, to pamper you, to love you, to be with you for a lifetime."
"I’ve loved you with my life, my soul, my money, my future. I’ve also loved you with my shady, boundaryless, dirty tricks. This is all of me."
"I know I have no boundaries, I’m possessive, you might even call me shameless, but my love for you is absolutely sincere and heartfelt."
The bus engine thundered as another bus pulled into the station.
Lu Jincheng was looking at her with unprecedented seriousness.
In her ears were his words of love, which were also his truthful words.
Sweet nothings might not be fatal for a woman.
What’s truly fatal is believing those sweet nothings, especially when they are his truthful words.
She stood there in a daze, her mind muddled as if ironed by a hot iron, the searing steam and scorched thoughts intertwining.
She saw Lu Jincheng take her hand, draw her into his embrace, and ask her.
"So, baby, do I really need to prove even my love for you all over again?"
The man gently kissed her brown hair, his lips trembling slightly, each strand a reunion long overdue.
In his embrace, Zhou Sinin couldn’t help but remember her ideal of love.
—To find someone who loves her fiercely.
To love her unconditionally, to spoil her, to shelter her from shock, from bitterness, from being cast adrift, from being left without a branch to cling to; to carefully place and properly store her away.
Even if he was not perfect, his love for her was.
Is Lu Jincheng that person?
The bus carried away a new group of passengers.
Passengers boarded with their heads lowered, then each turned in a different direction, continuing to look down at their hands.
If those facing the platform had raised their heads slightly, they would have seen, in the center of the platform, on a stainless steel seat, a man and woman embraced, perfectly matched and deeply in love.
The boy’s face was downcast, looking at the girl.
The expressions on the faces of the passengers on the platform were unclear, the corners of the boy’s mouth seemed to curl slightly, or maybe not at all.
But what was clear was the serious look in his eyes.
If this moment were to be ranked, it could be described as.
—Jiangcheng’s Most Sincere.