Chapter 112: Only in this way is it enough to confess… 1
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Her hand was suddenly grasped, and Ye Xingguang, who was still singing, froze. She glanced at the man who called her name, inadvertently meeting his deep gaze. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her heart and intuitively responded, “Huh? What’s the matter?”
Ye Junqing seemed to have a million words bottled up in his chest.
Just as he was about to speak, the door of the booth slammed open.
Tang Zhou burst in dramatically, rapidly scanning the room before lunging at Ye Junqing. “Junqing, my brother, I almost thought I’d lost you! You have no idea how miserably I’ve suffered in the boondocks.”
Such a harmonious atmosphere was destroyed by Tang Zhou’s interruption. He felt the urge to kick Tang Zhou away; how was he in the mood to hear about his hardships?
Regardless of Ye Junqings indifference, Tang Zhou extended his arm, pointing at the numerous mosquito bites on it. “Junqing, look at this. All these bites from mosquitoes! You have no idea how many mosquitoes were in that hell-hole, I’ve not only gotten darker and thinner, but I have also been eating only vegetables for days. Now, only my first love, my fish, can comfort my broken heart. Junqing, did you find my dream fish for me?”
Ye Junqing yanked his hand away mercilessly, “No.”
“What? Then give me back the token of love my first love fish left me. I’ll look for it myself.” He was back anyway.
“What token of love?” Ye Junqings voice turned icier.
“The fish scale left by my first love fish!”
Remembering he had already sent it to a jewelry company to have it made into a pendant, Ye Junqing quickly said, “l think I misplaced it.”
“What?” Tang Zhou jumped up, “It’s such an important item. How could you lose it?”
Ye Junqing finally gave Tang Zhou a kick that sent him two meters away. Then, tapping the dust off his pants, he sat on the sofa, his face as cold as an iceberg, fuming. The peaceful atmosphere had been entirely disrupted by this kid; how was he going to ask his question now?
Tang Zhou fell to the ground with a thud, but seemed oblivious to the pain. He sprang up, grabbed the microphone from Ye Xingguangs hand, and insisted on changing the song to, “Even in death, we should love. Expressing it at full tilt is satisfying. The depth of affection needs to be expressed thoroughly for a proper declaration…”
The noise was too much. Ye Xingguang covered her ears and asked Ye Junqing,
“What were you trying to tell me just now?”
Ye Junqing knitted his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and was about to speak again, when Ye Xingguangs phone started ringing.
“Sorry, 1 have to take this call,” Ye Xingguang said.
She didn’t recognize the number that showed up on her screen so she picked up, “Hello, who is this? What did you say? I can’t hear you over the noise. Can you speak up, please?”
Han Chengbei’s voice came thundering from the other end of the line, “Oh, my adorable fairy, it’s me! I can’t believe you didn’t recognize my voice. You’ve broken my heart! ”
Han Chengbei shouted each sentence, worried she might not hear him, “That’s right, my fairy lady. Are you free tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is the weekend, I don’t have work, but do you need something?”
Han Chengbei continued to yell, “Can’t I call if I don’t need anything? You’re not working tomorrow, so I’ll take you out for seafood. You live on an island, right? I have a few friends who are thinking about vacationing on an island. If you come with us, we’ll have a tour guide. Where do you live? Send me your address, I’ll pick you up in the car tomorrow morning. Then we’ll take a helicopter. I’ll have you back in the capital the day after tomorrow.. How does