Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The atmosphere was somewhat gloomy for a moment.
Jiang Yizhou was completely at a loss, standing obediently to the side as if he hadn't said anything just now.
As the saying goes, one misstep leads to another. It was like a gambler; having already bet so much, if he gave up now, wouldn't all his previous efforts be in vain?
Everyone is responsible for their own choices, and each choice they make also changes themselves and influences their future decisions.
What Ding Zhengnan faced was precisely this situation. Initially, upon learning that Jiang Yizhou couldn't remember who had hurt him, out of personal panic, she naturally found herself on the path of perfect deception when she discovered it.
This was merely an instinctive escape. What followed would be her own choice. Unfortunately, Ding Zhengnan decided to continue the deception.
"Grandpa," she pulled the old man over and said, "I don't know how to divide this responsibility, which is why I've been worried. Actually, I don't have much responsibility; I just took him to the hospital with some passersby."
The old man scolded his granddaughter sternly, "Then why are you so scared? If you haven't done anything wrong, you shouldn't fear the consequences. If I were the People's Police, I would think you are very suspicious!"
"What crime did you commit to spend so many years in the cow shed?" Ding Zhengnan tilted her head and mumbled, poking fun at her grandfather's past, which she knew all too well.
The old man had spent his life as a painter—somewhat educated and somewhat famous—but had suffered in the past. The family ended up in the countryside; the cow shed was just a metaphor for their poor conditions.
Her father was also affected by this and could only complete junior high school before he couldn't continue his studies. He developed his current temperament over ten years, during which she was born.
Later, her father returned to Beijing, sold several paintings treasured by her grandfather to start a business, became a middleman, ran errands everywhere, and made a fortune in Hainan Province a few years ago before returning to Beijing to start a real estate company with a group of people. In short, he was someone who focused on making money.
"What about you? How did I educate you? That was just a mistake made by the country; hasn't it been corrected now?" Ding Zhantong became somewhat anxious. It was bad enough that he hadn't educated his son well; now his granddaughter didn't listen to him either.
Seeing his granddaughter turn away to avoid his gaze, the old man sighed, "Do as you wish. I'm old; I can't manage everything anymore!"
He then walked into the study; it would be more appropriate to call it an art studio. The old man hardly painted anymore; he only did it for interest. Currently, he was working on a set of cards commissioned by the boss of a noodle factory based on Water Margin: One Hundred and Eight Heroes. He found it quite interesting since he had read Water Margin many times before and decided to take on the project.
After finishing his second cup of tea, Jiang Yizhou saw only Ding Zhengnan returning and curiously asked, "Why are you the only one back? Where's the old man? What were you discussing earlier? It seemed like things weren't going well."
Ding Zhengnan's expression was somewhat grim as he forced a smile. "It's nothing. My grandfather has a bit of a strange temper; you know how old people can be!"
"That's not right. I thought I heard something about suspicion and responsibility?" Jiang Yizhou felt that his hearing should be fine.
...
It's normal for people to make mistakes, but knowing you've made a mistake and not correcting it is a big problem because it often leads to covering up one mistake with another.
Suddenly, Ding Zhengnan bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, startling Jiang Yizhou. "Please forgive me!"
Jiang Yizhou was so shocked that half of his third cup of tea spilled onto his pants, fortunately not in an embarrassing spot. "What’s wrong with you? I should be thanking you, so why are you suddenly apologizing?"
"Please forgive me!" Ding Zhengnan continued to bow, letting his short hair fall over his neck.
"Okay... okay, please get up first. Let's sort this out before anything else, alright?" Jiang Yizhou was also flustered. Why did the Reborn Person have such an air of superiority? It was because they were a prophet, but in this situation, it was clear that things were no longer under his control.
Once Ding Zhengnan stammered through the details of what had happened, Jiang Yizhou vividly recalled that memory and gritted his teeth. "So it was you! Did you enjoy making me spin in circles?"
"You have to forgive me..." Ding Zhengnan looked like an employee who had messed up a project and was being scolded harshly by the Boss.
"You treated me like a fool, thanking the real culprit as if they were a benefactor. In the end, because of your words about forgiveness, I have no choice but to forgive you!!! Do you think I'm some kind of cuckold?"
"What do you want me to do? I just got momentarily confused; now I've realized my mistake and am actively explaining the truth to you. What else can I do?" Ding Zhengnan snapped back at Jiang Yizhou in frustration.
"Is there a sound coming from outside? Could it be my imagination? Never mind, let them make noise!" The old man's studio had undergone soundproofing renovations. After pausing for a moment, he continued painting.
"Then you should experience a concussion too! Take a solid fall, and I'll forgive you; I don't need anything else!" Jiang Yizhou's temper flared up, and he couldn't hold back. Seeing that she didn't seem to be short on money, he figured bringing up cash would only get him hit with it. Instead, he decided to repay her grievance with a grievance, an eye for an eye suited his temperament.
"Bring it on! Who's afraid? I'll show you my temper right now!" Ding Zhengnan rolled up her sleeves and stylishly brushed aside her messy short hair.
"Come on, I'm waiting! If you're scared, then I won't leave!" They were just bickering; what was rationality anyway? Could it be eaten? "Don't back down, just do it!"
Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded before Jiang Yizhou's eyes: Ding Zhengnan really charged at the wall—the very wall beside them.
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind, ultimately forming one conclusion: if something went wrong, he would definitely be the culprit—there would be no escape!
Jiang Yizhou immediately rushed to stop her, but his hands couldn't hold her back; the girl's head collided directly with his stomach.
"What are you stopping me for?" Ding Zhengnan shouted at Jiang Yizhou as she lifted her head.
Jiang Yizhou struggled to suppress the urge to vomit from his lunch and the tea he had just drunk. He remained silent while enduring the girl's punches against his chest.
What a farce! It was time for this to come to an end. Suppressing the urge to throw up, Jiang Yizhou pried Ding Zhengnan's hands away and lay down on the sofa, feeling somewhat exhausted. After resting enough, he said a few words, "Forget it; I won't hold it against you. I won't pay you back for the money you covered; let's just leave it at that, okay?"
Comment 0 Comment Count