"You’ve already made your decision, just now, when you saw Grandpa’s reaction to Xia You, wasn’t that when you decided?" Ren Minghang whispered, as if he had descended from heaven to hell; everything had changed around the time of a single meal.
"Set a time to meet with the other party. There are still plenty of good women in the world. Moreover, you want her to stay peacefully in the military region, don’t you? Collect yourself, it’s better for both of you." Ren Mingxun knew that Ren Minghang’s heart must be in pain right now. As one of the two grandsons of the Ren Family, he was well aware of the consequences of defying the elders.
In the room, it seemed Xia You’s pleasant scent still lingered. Ren Minghang lay on the bed, staring at the sky outside the window; he and Xia You were like this room and the sky outside, seemingly close, yet in fact, they could no longer touch each other.
"Miss Xia, according to what you’d expect, I should take you back to your home," the driver Xiao Xiao uneasily dropped Xia You in the center of Bazhou City. This miss seemed to be the young master’s girlfriend. When entering the door, the lady of the house was still very courteous, but just after the meal, she asked him to send Xia You back. While giving the instructions, the lady’s expression was somewhat awkward.
"No need, just drop me off here; I’ve made arrangements with a friend," Xia You’s tone was very calm. The experience at the Ren Family had not left her completely unaffected. Ren Bonian’s attitude had become more than just cold. The old man only glanced at her once.
Xia You, possessing Reconnaissance Skill, did not see disgust in that one glance, but rather a bit of shock and closeness. Almost evasive, when she looked toward the old man, he had already turned his eyes away.
The Ren Family car drove away, and Xia You checked her phone—Ren Minghang hadn’t called.
"Xiao You," Mo Xixi’s familiar car pulled up on the sidewalk, contrasting sharply with Xia You’s wise and virtuous demeanor was Mo Xixi’s outfit.
The makeup she bought that day served its purpose well; exaggerated blue-green eyeshadow, cold-colored lip gloss, denim shorts studded with rivets and with multiple cuts along with a spicy tank top, turned Mo Xixi from a female sergeant into a delinquent girl of several generations. However, what was funny was that apart from the clothes, Mo Xixi had only applied half of her makeup, which made her face seem like a faded mask, somewhat comical.
"Lucky I came prepared, otherwise if you went to the concert looking like this, even I would be embarrassed," Mo Xixi pulled out a set of clothes just like hers from the backseat. As for Xia You’s plain face, it looked much better after simply removing that pretentious wig.
Tonight was the night Ren Minghang was supposed to introduce her to his family; it was also the night that "Death Track" held a concert in Bazhou City.
"Death Track," that kind of band, even held their concert differently from others. The concert started at midnight and lasted for three hours, going on from midnight all the way to three in the morning.
Mo Xixi also knew Xia You was supposed to meet the family that evening, so they agreed to meet at an intersection in the center of Bazhou City. She thought Xia You would contact her after ten at the earliest, but at nine, she received a text from Xia You asking to meet at the designated spot. In haste, she had to leave the house with her half-finished makeup.
"Did things go smoothly tonight?" When the Ren Family car left, Mo Xixi had just parked on the opposite side of the road. The one who brought Xia You was not the "pigeon soup man." Not being escorted home by the man after the first time meeting the parents, wasn’t a good sign.
"It’s mostly a bust; I saw the legendary figure of Hua Country you spoke of," Xia You was not particularly heartbroken; throughout the whole matter, she was just going along with Ren Minghang. She didn’t dislike Ren Minghang, but she wasn’t at the point of liking or falling in love either.
After hearing Xia You’s story, Mo Xixi, who was usually chatty, very loyally refrained from incessant talking. Instead, she cautiously adopted what she thought was the most comforting tone: "You don’t have to worry too much, maybe Ren is fighting for you right now."
Xia You smiled faintly, "Let’s not talk about this anymore. Right now, I’m just worried about how to go back and explain this to my mom. I can’t just say her daughter was inexplicably disliked."
Seeing that Xia You wasn’t too upset, Mo Xixi felt somewhat relieved. She started the car, deciding to find a bar. Before listening to rock music, they’d get a little drunk; only then would the night be perfect: "Stop worrying, I think Ren really likes you, maybe there’s still a chance for things to turn around."
"Father, can’t there be a chance for a turnaround in this matter? That girl named Xia You seemed like a good kid." Ren Bonian was driven back to the sanatorium by Mr. Ren himself.
She was a good kid, always had been a good kid, it’s just..." She and Minghang are not suitable, Ding Ling has always had incisive eyes, and no one has ever guessed what she was thinking." Ren Bonian looked out the window, this night reminded him of the night Xia You came to see him.
Whether it was Ding Ling or Xia You no longer mattered. What mattered was that Ding Ling had returned, but what about the rest of those from G8?
The sky was still gloomy, forever shrouding Ren Bonian’s heart. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)