Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nian Junting reminded Nian Xi unhappily, “I came here with her. Am I not a person?”
“You’ve never brought me any food. It must have been Sangsang’s idea to come here, or maybe the sun rose in the west today,” Nian Xi said while chewing barbecued mutton.
Nian Junting didn’t know what to say. He really hadn’t planned to bring her any food. He thought of Ji Chuan. “What about Ji Chuan? Isn’t he coming here?”
Nian Xi paused for a second, then lowered her eyes and responded, “He sent me a message and a WeChat red packet, and told me to buy some food. I didn’t reply to him.”
Nian Junting raised his eyebrows and looked at Luosang. That had been one of Luosang’s guesses. It was not bad, but as Nian Xi’s brother, he wasn’t satisfied with it. “He should have brought you some food himself,” he said with discontent. “Do you need that money? No. What you need is him bringing you food in person…” Before he finished, he felt someone kick him. He turned to Luosang and asked, “Why did you kick me? My pants are dirty now.”
Luosang was speechless. Couldn’t he tell that she was trying to stop him from saying that? Hearing those words would only make Nian Xi sadder.
Nian Xi forced a smile and said, “Alright. It’s not important whether he came here or not. I didn’t make the WeChat post just for him. I just wanted to express my feelings. Besides, I didn’t even marry him. I think we have almost broken up.”
“That is not true. The other day he came to my place and asked me to talk to you. He wants to get back together with you.” Nian Junting frowned even deeper. “What on earth is Ji Chuan doing? He wants to win you back but is making no effort at all. Does he expect us to help him? I think maybe you should find someone else. You aren’t allowed to get back together with him.”
“Well, it’s not like that, actually. Yesterday and the day before that, he came to pick me up after work and brought me flowers and chocolates,” Nian Xi hurriedly explained. “It’s just that I didn’t forgive him. He might be busy today.”
Luosang put her arm around Nian Junting’s and said, “Alright, let’s go home. We shouldn’t disturb Nian Xi’s work. She’s on patrol.”
“This is one important thing in your life. Think carefully about it,” Nian Junting said to Nian Xi while Luosang dragged him away.
Seeing their car drive away, Nian Xi gave a long sigh filled with disappointment. After she finished the barbecue, a male officer said to her, “Wu Chang said that no one is on patrol near the bar street. Let’s go over there and take a look.”
“Alright,” Nian Xi nodded. They drove the police car to a street that had bars on both sides. Nian Xi looked out the window and suddenly saw a very drunk Leng Shuangwei rush out of a bar and began vomiting to the side of a flower bed. Feng Ji Chuan was standing behind her, patting her back. Nian Xi’s eyes narrowed, and her heart twitched a little.
When the car drove away, she hurriedly took out her phone and called Feng Ji Chuan.
“Xi…”
“Ji Chuan, where are you?” she asked in a gentle voice.
Feng Ji Chuan stood at the roadside and glanced at Leng Shuangwei, who was still throwing up. He recalled that not long ago, Nian Xi had become unhappy because of Leng Shuangwei. He didn’t want her to misunderstand, so after a short hesitation, he said, “I’m outside drinking with a few retired army friends.”
“I’m hungry. Can you bring me some food?”
“Didn’t I send you a WeChat red packet?”
“I only want food that you buy for me.”
“I can’t do it now. How about tomorrow? I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow… Tomorrow… Never mind.”
The call was ended.
Seeing the words “call ended” on his phone, Ji Chuan somehow felt that what he had been holding in his hands was slipping further and further away.