The Thirty-Fourth Night (2)
Feeling a soft body sticking behind, Feng Jing stiffened. He was so taken aback, he didn’t even know where to put the plate that was in his hand.
As water gushed out of the kitchen tap, Feng Jing’s heart was about to leap out of his chest.
“I was afraid that your love was just out of momentary interest. After all, compared to you, I am so ordinary.” Jiang Ran’s voice came from behind, soft and thin. “But now I think it’s fine, even if you are acting on a whim because the wonderful time we spend together is all real.”
Feng Jing finally calmed down. He put down the plate in his hand, shook off the water drops, and gently covered Jiang Ran’s small hands with his slightly cold ones. “Perhaps the confession through the phone is not formal enough. Now I’ll say it again: Jiang Ran, I like you, not just out of interest, and I want to be with you forever. “
“Okay.” Jiang Ran lifted the corners of her mouth. Although she didn’t know how much of his words she could believe, she trusted him when he said this was true. That was enough.
The two finished washing the dishes together in the kitchen and then played with Er Huang for a while. When Mi Xie Er called him, Feng Jing left reluctantly.
Jiang Ran only cooked a small bowl of noodles for herself that night, possibly because she ate too much at noon. Holding the bowl, she sat in front of the computer and browsed Weibo.
Briefly after, there was the ping of a new notification, and Feng Jing’s latest post emerged.
【Feng Jing (v): Cherish my photos [emoji: covering face] in a tram in Japan last time. After all, I was stuck on it for six hours [emoji: covering face]】
Right under was a Speed Dial1Story reel on QQ like IG stories showcasing a 3×3 grid of black and white as well as color photos. Captured from every angle, he looked very handsome.
The comments were made mostly by the face-con fans. Jiang Ran also saved the photos one by one and then gave him some “likes”.
Feng Jing did not say that she should keep their love secret, but she had never considered telling others. They had just fallen in love, had yet to settle down relationship-wise, so it was not suitable for them to publicize their relationship yet. Besides, showing off was not the reason that she chose to fall in love with him.
A familiar-sounding message tone from WeChat rang wildly. She clicked at it, and as expected:
【Yan Huanhuan: Ahahah, Jiang Ran, did you see Feng Jing’s Weibo?!】
【Yan Huanhuan: He posted photos from on the tram, so handsome! !! !! !!】
【Yan Huanhuan: I finally understand why there were hooligans on trams! I want to mess around with him too!】
【Jiang Ran: …】
Well, if Feng Jing and she were able to develop a relationship smoothly, then one day, Yan Huanhuan would find out, right? How would she react?
【Jiang Ran: If I tell you that I’m with Feng Jing, would you believe it?】
【Yan Huanhuan: Feng Jing is lying in my bed, do you believe it? [smile.jpeg]】
【Jiang Ran: [smile.jpeg]】
She would not lower herself to the same level as Yan Huanhuan. 🙂
The man in question was, of course, lying in his own bed at this moment. He was in his pajamas, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Tonight was the moment to witness the miracle.
At 10.30 p.m., he sent a “Good night” message to Jiang Ran, who in turn replied with a “Good night.” However, when he appeared in her room at twelve, she was still playing on the computer.
My little one, don’t you know that you have been caught?!
Feng Jing hummed twice and then suddenly realized something— Hey, why did he still become Er Huang?! What happened to the promise of true love’s kiss?!
He was confused for a few minutes but finally managed to calm down and began to ponder things through, trying to ascertain the root of the problem.
This time he didn’t wear a mask, nor was it in the form of a dog. There should not have been a problem. He definitely didn’t doubt that his true love was Jiang Ran, and her true love was also him. He was very confident about that.
In that case, there is only one possibility … that villain, Chang Xin was fooling him! He was right all along … undoubtedly there is no such thing as a Heavenly Master in this world!
“Er Huang, what’s wrong with you?” Jiang Ran looked at Er Huang curiously. Why does he look so angry? She walked over to pet him and asked him softly, “Er Huang, are you uncomfortable?”
Having been placated by Jiang Ran, Feng Jing calmed down quickly. He put away his anger and nuzzled her hand. “Woof, wuuu.”
“It’s fine, Er Huang, it’s okay.” Jiang Ran was still smoothing his hair. Off late, Er Huang would always be very emotional at night. It was like he was … another dog.
However, she couldn’t understand Feng Jing’s despair. Although Er Huang had adapted to his body well by now and was not very troublesome at night, he was in love with Jiang Ran now. What if he wanted to spend the night with Jiang Ran?
… Ahh wait, what was he thinking about? Spending nights with Jiang Ran?
No, he refused to accept it! He was hopping mad that Chang Xin, that annoying prick, had conned him. That was it!
He immediately thought back to Jiang Ran’s soft body resting on his back that afternoon, and his temperature rose.
“Er Huang, why are you so hot? Do you have a fever?” Jiang Ran frowned slightly. Er Huang’s wound has almost recovered, is it infected?
“Woof.” Er Huang suddenly leapt off the bay window and returned to the kennel in the living room.
Jiang Ran: “—”
She could not understand Er Huang’s mood swings anymore.
Feng Jing slept in Er Huang’s kennel all night, and the first thing he did the next morning was call Chang Xin. The man had left his phone number for him and he had not deleted it.
He dialed the number resentfully, the phone rang for a while before being picked up. First came a yawn, and then a thick nasal voice.
- “Film Emperor, how did you wake up so early? I know that you did not get laid last night.”
Feng Jing: “—”
He turned into a dog every night—how’s he gonna get laid at all?!
“How dare you speak like that?!” The mention of his inability at getting laid struck Feng Jing right where it hurt. Although he rarely lost his temper on outsiders, this time, he gritted his teeth and declared: “I paid you so much money last time, but you did nothing! That kiss of true love you spoke of was completely useless!”
Chang Xin perked up and was no longer sleepy.
- “You have already tried the kiss of true love? With the owner of the dog?”
Feng Jing hummed angrily.
- “I really couldn’t tell at first glance, aiyah, one surely can’t judge based on appearance alone. To think Film Emperor Feng would move so fast!” Chang Xin teased.
Feng Jing: “—”
“Don’t talk so much nonsense, just tell me what to do now!”
As if nothing had happened, Chang Xin asked unhurriedly …
- “How long has it been since you’ve seen D!sney’s animations?”
“— Does it matter?”
- “Of course it does!”
Chang Xin walked to the sofa and sat down, holding his head,
- “Nowadays, D!sney considers the love between loved ones to be true love.”
Feng Jing: “—”2MG: Ascend to heavens and find W*lt D*sney to beat up, pfft!!