“We got along very well. You don’t need to worry,” Chen Jing leaned down, her body leaning forward until their breaths intertwined. “He even told me a lot about you.”
Yu Xi felt as if his heart was being gripped: “Jing Jing, he’s just a liar who speaks nothing but lies. You must not be deceived by him.”
“What did he tell you?”
Yu Xi couldn’t stop himself from wild speculation.
That man was arrogant and cold-blooded, mercilessly piercing through his psychological defenses and belittling his unrequited love to the point of worthlessness. A man with no upbringing and a vicious character, who dared to have designs on Jing.
Chen Jing took one look at his expression and knew he was overthinking again, most likely imagining something unpleasant. She sighed inwardly, but the corners of her mouth slowly curved up. Without saying much, she directly kissed his lips.
“Mmm…”
Her cool lips gently kissed him, the heat slowly rising, his heart tingling. Yu Xi was so excited that his heart was about to jump out, and he instinctively held her waist.
The window curtain floated softly, with wind blowing in from the half-open window, brushing against their faces. Yu Xi was dazed, his palm uncontrollably caressing her skin.
His facial expression was a devout love from the depths of his soul.
“Jing Jing.”
Yu Xi was obediently pressed down on the bed, his gaze sticky on her face, softly calling out.
“You,” her slender fingertips tapped his forehead, Chen Jing said softly with a smile: “Why do you always think of bad things?” Yu Xi pursed his lips, pulling her hand and pressing it to his chest: “I’m just too afraid.” When he said this, his eyes flickered, somewhat dark. What he feared most was not losing something, but gaining and then losing it. That was what would truly break him. He didn’t ask more about Jiang Dongling, and Chen Jing didn’t say anything more, letting him hold her as they lay quietly, neither speaking. Yu Xi buried his face in her neck, rubbing again and again, full of dependence.
The bloody confrontation that Dr. Wang and Yin’s mother worried about never happened. Chen Jing suspected the data might be wrong. Otherwise, even if there were conflicts, it would have been minor by now, not even close to a major showdown, at most just with a terrible atmosphere.
However, when she woke up, Chen Jing realized… she was trapped in a large cabinet filled with cotton.
Chapter 77 077 The cabinet was square-shaped, with no lid, and she could see a starry sky pattern on the ceiling. Chen Jing frowned, moved a bit, and with difficulty, climbed out with her weakened body. The door was locked, and the room was empty.
Objectively speaking, this was a very romantic room.
The sky-blue starry ceiling, fresh wallpaper, green grass near the floor with flowers and butterflies, and a pure white piano in the right corner. The floor was covered with white carpet, soft and comfortable to step on. Chen Jing nervously gripped the doorknob and tried to turn it. As expected, it was locked. ”Yu Xi?” ”Jiang Dongling!” ”Aunt Yu?!” Chen Jing called out tentatively, but received no response. This was quite frustrating. Not knowing if she had slept too long or been drugged, Chen Jing felt completely lacking in energy, her head heavy. She could think, but not too deeply, or she’d feel a sharp pain. Chen Jing couldn’t help but curse. Now, this slap in the face hurt like hell. Chen Jing took a deep breath. She wasn’t the type to submit passively. Leaning against the door to recover, she slowly walked to the window and found it was locked too. Her expression gradually darkened as she searched around. Whether it was Yu Xi or Jiang Dongling, whoever locked her here was extremely thorough. The room looked romantic and comfortable but had no large items for her to move. With her current physical condition, she couldn’t even use them to break the window. Chen Jing sat on the bed, her face turning green with anger.
She didn’t mind being locked in a small dark room, but she preferred it if someone was locked in there with her. What was this? She tried to angrily throw the blanket on the floor but couldn’t even pull it off! Chen Jing wanted to vomit. She coldly climbed onto the bed, burrowed under the covers, and closed her eyes to sleep. Well, she’d give whoever locked her up one more chance. If she didn’t see anyone when she woke up, they’d better watch out.
Outside the door, Yu’s mother looked puzzled at Yu Xi sitting on the floor: “Why did you lock Jing Jing up again?” The man buried his face in his arm, looking fragile and broken, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: “Don’t ask.”
Song Jingrong completely couldn’t control his emotions. After dying and waking up, the first thing he saw was Chen Jing holding him. He initially thought he was in hell, but then discovered that Chen Jing was actually real! The memories suddenly flooding his brain were all strange yet related to Chen Jing. Song Jingrong was initially wary, but after reviewing everything, he was completely disbelieving. He had actually… become another version of himself. What was even more unacceptable was that Chen Jing was still alive and seemed to have an improper relationship with another version of him in this world!
Chapter 78 078 And it wasn’t just one.
Song Jing Rong’s emotions were complex and excited. He was filled with endless regret, thinking about how to apologize and seek her forgiveness.
Now that he had actually found her, he didn’t know how to face her.
Should he reveal his true identity and question her about why she was so heartless, leaving him and disappearing without a trace? Or should he pretend to be another man and casually date her? Or apologize, admit his mistakes, and promise never to do it again?
Admitting his mistakes was fine if the person was Jing Jing – he would do anything for her. The problem was, could he truly change after apologizing?
Song Jing Rong couldn’t guarantee it.
He absolutely couldn’t bear Chen Jing being close to anyone else or being ignored by her because of someone else.
He felt miserable no matter what he did.
But…
If he kept Chen Jing locked up without saying anything, what if she became unhappy or felt imprisoned?
Song Jing Rong exhaled, glanced at the tightly locked door, and stood up.
A slight clicking sound.
Chen Jing heard it but remained motionless under the blanket.
She just wanted to see what Yu Xi or Jiang Dong Lin would do.
Song Jing Rong immediately saw the person on the bed, his eyes deepening. He slowly closed the door and walked over, softly calling: “Jing Jing…”
The person on the bed remained motionless, seemingly asleep.
When the blanket was lifted, Chen Jing thought the person locking her up was Yu Xi or Jiang Dong Lin.
However, when the blanket was removed, the man with an aggressive aura pressed down on her, whispering eerily in her ear: “Do you remember who Song Ge Ge is?”
Her heart sank.
Chen Jing: “…” This wasn’t what she thought.
“Jing Jing, I know you can hear me,” Song Jing Rong gently brushed away her bangs, and tears began to fall, warm tears landing on Chen Jing’s face, piercing her heart.
He choked: “Do you hate me that much?”
In her memories, compared to him, she was much nicer to those two men – so nice it was infuriating!
Song Jing Rong’s gaze turned gloomy, his killing intent almost tangible.
Chen Jing wanted to facepalm.
What was this? Another personality of Yu Xi? What exactly did Yan Li experience to suddenly do something so dramatic? Was it because of previous excessive torture?
Thinking this made her headache turn into guilt.
Chen Jing reluctantly opened her eyes: “No… you misunderstood.”
