The Twenty-Ninth Night (2)
After Jiang Ran got home, she took a bath, sat down in front of the computer, and browsed on Weibo about today’s concert.
Unexpectedly, Feng Jing seemed to be ubiquitous lately, making it to the hot searches even on the day of Pumpkin’s most anticipated revival concert.
Er, wait a min…
Especially putting on her reading glasses, Jiang Ran zoomed in on the photos to verify first hand the claims of the seasoned Feng Jing fans.
If one were to go by only the black mask and rimmed cap, it could be sheer coincidence. But add to that the t-shirt and jacket … Exactly as the ones Mr. Feng wore today!
Her fingers stilled on the cursor incapable of clicking away, it was as if time had frozen in this instance.
Mr. Feng is Feng Jing!!!
With unblinking eyes she stared at the person on the screen, the shock in her heart inexpressible … This shock did not stem from “Mr. Feng is Feng Jing” but that a long-standing suspicion in her heart was suddenly confirmed … It was a long long time later that she was able to recompose herself.
However, what baffled her the most was not the fact that Mr. Feng was Feng Jing, but rather, why THE Feng Jing was posing as Mr. Feng …
Why did he appear by her side?
Feng Jing spent the entire night waiting for Jiang Ran’s call. This feeling a bit like waiting for his mother to call him.
Had Jiang Ran checked Weibo, she would’ve definitely called and asked for the truth herself, right? But when she calls, how should he explain? He didn’t want to deal with Qin Fan’s rhetoric, but he couldn’t think of a better explanation.
Like this, he waited until 12:00 a.m., but Jiang Ran never called.
… Are all women like this? ^-^ 1MamaGoose: Flashback to ML’s mom lmao
Once inside Er Huang, Feng Jing lied on the familiar window. The lights in the room had been turned off, Jiang Ran was sleeping on the bed.
It was rare that she slept this early …
But Feng Jing knew that she wasn’t asleep. He shook his tail and moved in her direction as if trying to do something, but in the end, he just looked at her and did nothing.
Tonight seemed quieter than ever, it also seemed like a good time to think about something important.
The next morning, Feng Jing rode Mi Xie Er’s car and went to the company. When he arrived at Qin Fan’s office, Meng Xingchuan was already there. Seeing him come in, Meng Xingchuan looked like he spotted a fellow sufferer.
“Sit down.” Qin Fan pointed to the empty chair next to Meng Xingchuan.
Feng Jing walked over and sat down, looking at Qin Fan opposite him. Then he said, “What happened that you called both of us here? Meng needs to go to the studio soon, right?”
Meng Xingchuan nodded his head like a rattle.
“Relax, it won’t take you much time.” Qin Fan glanced at Meng Xingchuan first, then looked at Feng Jing and asked, “You went out last night, just to watch a concert?”
“Yes.” Feng Jing righteously answered. “I suddenly recalled that I had a ticket, then I went to watch it.”
“Just for a concert, do you need to let Meng Xingchuan lie for you?” The bad wolf’s wily eyes remained locked on its prey.
“I only had one ticket. I was worried that you would offer to go together with me, it would have been embarrassing.”
Qin Fan: “—”
He was silent for a while and then asked Meng Xingchuan, “What did he tell you last night?”
“He just said that he wants to go to the concert. You too know he has always been a fan of Pumpkin,” Meng Xingchuan honestly replied.
That Feng Jing was a Pumpkin fan was no secret, naturally, Qin Fan naturally knew it too. However, he found the fellow’s behaviour quite superfluous, his gut instincts were screaming there was more to it than met the eyes.
As such, he asked, “Anything else that I ought to know?”
Meng Xingchuan paled and immediately replied, “I know nothing else!”
“Without knowing anything, you helped him lie? What good brothers you are!” Qin Fan looked at them with a smile. “Then next time Film Emperor Feng makes money, remember to ask him a share of his earnings.”
Feng Jing: “—”
Good Brother, could we not drag money into this conversation?
Qin Fan’s poisonous tongue relentlessly tried to breach their watertight facade. But no matter how he prodded, the pair of brothers insisted that Feng Jing had only been to the concert and there was nothing more to it. Although the nagging feeling did not subside, the manager could find nothing amiss in the Weibo post from last night after all, in the photos taken, there was only Feng Jing.
“Well, this time I will let it pass. The next time, if Film Emperor Feng wants to watch a concert, please tell me directly. You needn’t worry about me having a ticket, I can pay with my face.”
Feng Jing: “—”
After leaving the company, Feng Jing took a breath of fresh air and asked Mi Xie Er to pick him up. Watching the scenery that started to recede outside the car window, he fell into his own thoughts.
Early this morning, before Mi Xie Er came to pick him up, he had sent an expressage to Jiang Ran, She should have received it by now. How would she react?
“Mi XianEr, drive to Watertown Apartments.”
“What?!” Mi Xie Er was startled. You’ve just walked out of Qin Fan’s office, how can you be this restless this soon?
“Don’t be nervous, I just recalled I’ve forgotten to bring back some things … I’ll leave as soon as I get them.” Feng Jing reassured him.
“Okay, I understand.”
Jiang Ran had just received an express courier downstairs. On the sender’s details, there was only a “Feng”.
Her heart jumped, she walked back quickly. When she got home, with the box opener on the table, she quickly opened the package.
Inside was a lipstick wrapped in bubble wrap – Bunny’s Serenade 007. The very one that was sold out worldwide. She set the lipstick aside and opened the card next to it.
A lip print.
It wasn’t just any print but a real print of the lips with the lipstick.
In a flash, Jiang Ran understood what the two things were. Her heart started pounding. Just when she was fascinated with the gift, the doorbell rang again. Er Huang ran as usual and barked cheerfully at the door.
Jiang Ran’s eyes moved slightly, she had guessed who stood outside the door.
Her heart beat faster. She took a deep breath before standing up and walking over to open the door …
Mr. Feng, in a black mask and baseball cap, stood outside, shuffling on his feet with some discomfort.