She pressed the keys randomly to vent her emotions. The melody of the piano was sometimes angry and passionate, sometimes sad and distant, mixed with the patter of rain...
Naturally, Dad Jing and Leng Lintian listened to the music all day long.
Including Ximen Longting from the western-style building next door. He sensed that Jing Jiaren was in a bad mood, so he became furious.
The servants and Wilson are always on the way to being cannon fodder!
evening.
The sound of the piano finally stopped, and Jing's father thought she was too tired to fall asleep, so he didn't dare to disturb her.
Half an hour later, Jing Jiaren came up from upstairs after taking a bath with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
Jing's father immediately got up from the sofa: "My lady, I'm helping you heat dinner. I'm going to heat up the soup."
Leng Lintian, with a handsome face, was sitting in the middle of the sofa watching TV and wearing a hat.
When he had brain suturing surgery, the hair at the back was shaved off...
From the day he was discharged from the hospital, he wore this hat and refused to take it off at any time.
Jing Jiaren discovered that she had never paid attention to anything about Leng Lintian, not even remembering what clothes he was wearing.
It was different if it was Ximen Longting. She could know exactly what clothes he wore every day and even what color his tie was.
Jing Jiaren sat down next to him, just in time to see the list of actors who had finished their performances on the TV...
She raised her lower lip: "Are you watching TV with my dad?"
She discovered that she had not fulfilled her role as a daughter and never cared about Jing's father's needs.
But Leng Lintian is different. No matter how painful he is, he is still a dedicated character.
…
Leng Lintian responded, picked up the fruit on the coffee table and peeled it with a knife.
Jing Jiaren said softly: "What's on TV?"
"Someone got a treasure and couldn't help but show it off to his friends. Then he was killed and the treasure was stolen... The thief knew that the treasure would bring murderous intent, so he hid it for a while and couldn't help it, so he gave it to his most trusted person.
People showed it off, but it was stolen again that night.”
He peeled the fruit with his left hand and held the apple in his right hand, his long eyelashes trembling slightly:
"So good things cannot be seen by others. Anyone who sees them will want to be themselves."
Jing Jiaren fell silent.
Leng Lintian peeled the apple and handed it to her: "Jing Jiaren, I really want to hide you."
"..."
"Hide it where no one can see it."
Jing Jiaren's heart suffocated and she laughed: "Can a woman like me be considered a treasure?"
"Who are you."
"Leng Lintian, you are good at everything, you are just blind!" That's why you fell in love with a woman like her.
"I think it's just the opposite... I didn't do anything well enough, but the only thing I did right was meeting you with too much discernment."
Jing Jiaren felt heavy and uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Did we... do that?"
"...?"
"Is it the most basic relationship between husband and wife?" This was what she wanted to ask the most, but had always found it difficult to say.
Leng Lintian almost lost his grip on the apple and the apple slipped, but luckily he caught it in time so it didn't fall to the ground.
"Am I stupid for asking this question?" She clenched her fists and dug her nails into her flesh. "We are both married, how can we not be husband and wife?"
Leng Lintian's reaction made Jing Jiaren mistakenly think...