Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Rose x Kiss

Jiang Ji stayed in place for a while. The trivial past events and the days they had spent together surged through his mind like a rolling tide.

He half-closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat, expression scattered, as if lost in thought.

After a long while, Jiang Ji finally steadied himself and regained clarity.

When he looked again toward the main thoroughfare of Lishe Avenue, the two figures from earlier were already gone.

He started driving, but halfway through, he suddenly turned the car around and went in another direction.

......

Ji Mingzhu had come to Lishe Avenue today specifically for Jiang Ji’s birthday gift.

When she first placed the order, the store manager had told her it would take a long time.

Because it was a limited-edition, member-customized piece, Ji Mingzhu chose the design and left it entirely to the store manager to handle.

The negotiations and handovers with Europe were all managed by the manager of the main store here.

And now, long after Jiang Ji’s birthday, this gift finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

Jiang Ji was an easygoing person; she hadn’t given him a gift at all, yet he hadn’t uttered a word.

Normally, he didn’t seem to care about receiving gifts.

So... was he really that easy to please?

If it were her birthday and Jiang Ji dared to do this, the first person she would confront would be him without hesitation.

She had left Jiang Group an hour early, driving her own car. After casually parking, she walked into the shopping mall.

But her car was conspicuous and flashy. Ever since Ji Mingzhu parked and got out, it had become a scenic highlight of the street.

All around, eyes lingered to look, and Ji Mingzhu naturally felt it.

To be honest, the car had been chosen by Jiang Ji as a gift for her.

Jiang Ji was usually silent and taciturn, yet when it came to selecting a car, he struck right at her heart.

Had he really never... flirted abroad?

Ji Mingzhu thought for a moment, then dismissed the idea as unlikely.

Such a cold and aloof man—if he were to flirt, wouldn’t the other party cling to him desperately?

Even just the attention Jiang Ji showed her sometimes felt overwhelming.

She didn’t know if this man had some innate talent; whenever it came to crucial moments, she was always completely captivated.

Sometimes, inner perception always preceded action by a beat.

That sensation of being gently lifted at the tip of her heart, like a feather brushing across, tickling her.

It made her restless, wanting to grasp that intangible state, yet unable to hold it.

A person’s feelings toward you can be captured by the surrounding air. Those moments when even the ambient elements seem to ooze sweetness cannot be hidden.

It was like being enveloped in a soft ocean, lightly pounded by gentle waves.

Just like Jiang Ji with her.

Since returning to the country and after Ji Mingzhu moved into Baiyue, she could clearly feel Jiang Ji’s attentiveness and care toward her.

That subtle, almost imperceptible feeling tugged at her thoughts.

Constantly, continuously, unceasingly.

Ji Mingzhu felt that Jiang Ji likely had some feelings for her.

People like Jiang Ji, if unwilling, probably wouldn’t have moved in to live with her at all.

Over in Jiang Yucheng’s territory, it had absolutely no effect on Jiang Ji’s own decisions. He didn’t look like the type to bow to anyone.

Unless… it was something he agreed to of his own accord.

That was also why, no matter how much Ji Mingzhu fussed with Jiang Ji before, she never ran to the Ji residence.

Subconsciously, she felt Jiang Ji was different from his high school self.

Somewhere deep inside, there was always a voice calling in her ear, encircling the heart she had kept closed for years, letting her get closer, a little closer.

With that thought, Ji Mingzhu walked directly into the store.

The store manager, seeing she had an appointment, immediately greeted her with a smile.

“Miss Ji, the item you reserved last time has arrived. The packaging is intact. Would you like to check it?”

Ji Mingzhu followed him to the counter, looking at the small square package, feeling very satisfied.

“No need, I’ll just take it.”

She took the package and weighed it in her hand.

Giving it to him unexpectedly like this, Jiang Ji would probably be surprised.

She even guessed his reaction: silent for a moment, then casually saying, “Thank you.”

But Ji Mingzhu refused to… If Jiang Ji wanted to receive it this time, he would have to earn it—reciting a thousand words of praise for her.

……

Night had fallen, and the suite at Jinding was quiet and cold.

Jiang Ji came over and simply sat in a corner of the sofa.

Silently drinking, saying nothing.

In the large private room, the two of them sat across from each other, both silent.

Xiao Yi, who had been summoned by a phone call, could only sit there quietly with him.

“Ah Ji, what’s going on here?” Xiao Yi crossed his legs lazily on the sofa, a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling smoke in a carefree manner.

“Nothing.” Jiang Ji’s coat was dropped to the side, his shirt collar disheveled, revealing half of his collarbone.

He was usually very precise, but now he had a slightly disheveled, relaxed air.

Yet it didn’t clash; instead, it complemented him, like a finely carved jade.

“If it’s nothing, why’d you skip dinner to come get drunk here?” Xiao Yi flicked the ash from his cigarette, lightly scoffing. “Aren’t you always the punctual type, the homebody? Today you’re acting so unusually—not going home, but coming here to drink?”

Jiang Ji cast him a cold glance. “Go away.”

“Oh?” Xiao Yi was surprised. “Our Jiang Ji is starting to speak floridly again?”

He glanced at his watch. “I have a date, really no time to waste here. Just say it straight—is this about Xiao Ba?”

Jiang Ji’s long fingers were holding the bottle, and he paused at that, then quickly resumed his previous stance.

The frozen iceberg! The silent type!

Xiao Yi cursed silently in frustration, “Stop hesitating and posing. Just tell me—what’s going on?”

The fact that Jiang Ji called him over meant something had happened.

He wanted to resolve it, to understand, to find an answer.

Otherwise, given Jiang Ji’s personality, he would never have called him over just to drink.

Jiang Ji still didn’t speak. Xiao Yi snorted coldly twice. “With your silent, cold act, who even wants you?”

For some reason, those words seemed to flip a switch in Jiang Ji. He gulped down his drink and slammed the bottle down on the table with a crisp, heavy “bang.”

“It’s her who didn’t want me.” Jiang Ji’s gaze fixed on a certain point. After a long moment, he spoke slowly.

Xiao Yi listened to him, and it took him quite a while to realize who Jiang Ji was referring to.

Listen to that tone, filled with all the grievance he had suffered.

Xiao Yi could guarantee that, since knowing Jiang Ji, he had never heard him speak in such a voice.

At this moment, it was truly his turn to be surprised.

“So… according to you… you opened your heart and Xiao Ba didn’t want you?”

Hearing this, Jiang Ji lowered his long lashes and shook his head.

“I knew it. You look like you own the world, but whenever it comes to Ji Mingzhu, you’re a total coward.” Xiao Yi inhaled from his cigarette. “Back in high school, you two weren’t so bad, yet neither of you reached out—both flew past each other. And now that things are halfway there, you act like this again.”

“You two could stand side by side and even hang a banner—acting all dramatic, a perfect match.” Xiao Yi chuckled. “Alright, it’s not a big deal. Little couples quarrel; go back and make up.”

Jiang Ji said nothing.

This wasn’t about quarreling, nor about making up. Matters of the heart have no logic and cannot be forced.

When Jiang Ji first returned to the country, he simply felt that God had been unusually kind, granting him an opportunity.

He had thought that with the Jiang and Ji families’ arranged connection, if Ji Mingzhu saw her prospective partner was him and didn’t object, maybe it was a chance.

At that time, he had decided: since he couldn’t control his heart, he would act according to it just this once.

Now, he wanted to truly hold onto her.

But from her perspective, perhaps it was just a compromise.

After all, when it came time to marry, if Ji Mingzhu didn’t want to, even Ji Shaoyan would be helpless.

“I don’t know… maybe letting go is for the best.”

Ji Shaoyan cared for her so much; in the end, he would follow her wishes.

After all, as her father, he must know who Ji Mingzhu’s heart belongs to.

“You say it so easily… but if it were you letting go, could you really?” Xiao Yi stubbed out his cigarette, tapping it in the ashtray. “Are you so certain Xiao Ba has no feelings for you?”

Men often say one thing and mean another.

If he were really letting go, he would have done it already.

Yet here he was, still calling Xiao Yi over to participate.

Sure enough, the longer people think, the more their inner desires overflow uncontrollably.

Xiao Yi asked because, as an observer, he saw things clearly.

Ji Mingzhu, as a young lady, treated Xiao Yi and Jiang Ji completely differently.

One was a normal male friend, the other a somewhat ambiguous arranged fiancé.

Moreover…

Back in high school, even if they were in the center of events and unclear about their feelings, Ji Mingzhu never indicated she had no feelings for Jiang Ji.

Xiao Yi couldn’t directly judge the finer details.

Usually, he was used to playing along with appearances. If he truly tried to figure women out, he wouldn’t really understand their hearts. So regarding Ji Mingzhu’s true thoughts, he could only approximate.

But some things didn’t require guesswork—you could witness them firsthand.

Back when they played basketball, Ji Mingzhu would always come.

Not to see Xiao Yi, not to see Cheng Zhi, not to see any of the other boys on the court.

It was always Jiang Ji. Even on the few painful days each month, she would first entrust things to Xiao Yi, who would then pass them to Lian Tang, all the way around, until the warm packs reached Ji Mingzhu.

Doing good deeds without leaving a name—Leifeng himself, Jiang Ji in person.

Back then, he cared for the young lady so much that even Jiang Ji, such a cold and indifferent person, quietly endured Xiao Yi’s teasing.

At that time, Xiao Yi thought Jiang Ji buying so many warm packs was a bit girly.

Now, hearing Xiao Yi’s words, Jiang Ji’s thoughts shifted.

As for Ji Mingzhu, he couldn’t figure her out.

Sometimes he would accidentally notice her small gestures behind his back, or her fiercely clenched fists, or the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.

Perhaps he was expecting too much.

Even normal interaction now wasn’t enough.

Most of the time, he just wanted to bully her until she cried.

Lift her skirt, pull up her clothes, raise her legs, hold her waist tight, let her body carry only his scent, until no one else existed in his eyes.

“Forget it, go on with your business.” Jiang Ji said lightly, beginning to shoo him away.

“Just speak openly. You sit here feeling sad alone—how would she know?” Xiao Yi, being shooed, didn’t hurry to leave. “I’m curious. What did Xiao Ba do to make you so dejected?”

If Xiao Yi hadn’t said anything, Jiang Ji might have controlled his thoughts. But once spoken, he uncontrollably recalled earlier events and lowered his eyes.

“This afternoon I saw her with Jiang Mo.”

“…Jiang Mo?” At the sudden mention of the name, Xiao Yi paused. “With the tone you’re using, it sounds like you think something is going on between them?”

Xiao Yi really wanted to slap Jiang Ji twice right then.

How could these two be linked together? Completely unrelated.

“I thought it was something serious, and it’s just this little thing that has you all flustered?” Xiao Yi scoffed again. “There’s no way these two have anything going on. Just because they were together doesn’t mean you need to overthink it.”

Jiang Mo was a few years older than them, and rarely would they be in the same place.

In Xiao Yi’s view, even if Lin Daiyu and Voldemort were together, they still couldn’t be in love.

Hearing Xiao Yi, Jiang Ji fell silent. This wasn’t something he could decide by overthinking.

Long ago, that birthday dinner night, what he saw and heard, and today what he saw again, were all undeniable facts.

Moreover, what she was currently engrossed in was photography, and Jiang Mo had always been involved in that field.

But that night, regarding Ji Mingzhu’s privacy, he had stumbled upon it by accident.

So Jiang Ji had no intention of telling anyone.

He slowly stood up. “Let’s go together.”

Xiao Yi lazily twirled his car keys. “Figured it out?”

“I’m going back to the company.” Jiang Ji tugged at his tie, speaking coldly.

Xiao Yi: “............”

He felt he’d wasted his words.

……

Ji Mingzhu picked up the gift bag, glanced at it briefly, and walked toward the door with her bag on her back.

Because she needed to go downstairs to the lobby, she took the direct elevator.

As she stepped in, her eyes landed on a pair of long legs.

As her gaze slowly moved upward, the image that crossed her mind was Jiang Ji.

He had an exceptionally good figure, long straight legs, and in his work attire under the coat, looked crisp and tall.

But when Ji Mingzhu saw this person’s face in the elevator, she froze for a moment. “Jiang Mo, what a coincidence…”

The last time they met was also by chance at a café, and now again on Lise Street—another coincidence.

Jiang Mo was clearly also surprised to run into Ji Mingzhu here again. Hearing her greeting, he nodded.

“I’m here to pick something up. How about you?” Ji Mingzhu looked at Jiang Mo’s empty hands—it didn’t look like he was here to shop.

Jiang Mo lifted his camera and gestured, “To buy a graphics card and a telephoto lens.”

After she stepped into the elevator, Jiang Mo reached out and asked, “Which floor?”

“I’m going to the first-floor lobby.”

After this brief exchange, the elevator fell into silence, quiet and still.

Luckily, the ride was short, and they soon reached the first floor.

Ji Mingzhu looked at the slowly opening elevator doors and exhaled silently.

To be honest, both encounters had been quite awkward for her.

After all, they weren’t familiar with each other, and Jiang Mo obviously wasn’t the chatty, outgoing type.

After she stepped out of the elevator first, Jiang Mo followed her out.

When they passed through the revolving glass door, just as Ji Mingzhu was about to say goodbye, she saw him extend his hand to shield her from someone not paying attention, about to bump into her.

The person glanced hurriedly, apologized repeatedly, and then ran off.

Ji Mingzhu looked up at him and smiled gratefully.

“Did you come alone?” Jiang Mo asked politely, noticing the things she was carrying.

“Yes, I drove myself.” Ji Mingzhu shook the gift bag in her hand. “Here, I secretly came to pick up a birthday gift for someone.”

She didn’t want to say who that someone was.

Jiang Mo responded lightly, not prying into her personal affairs. “Take care, I’m leaving first.”

“Okay.”

After saying goodbye to Jiang Mo, Ji Mingzhu didn’t dwell on the episode.

She drove back to Baiyue, thinking all the way… how to get Jiang Ji to write a thousand-word little essay praising her before he received the gift.

But when she returned to Baiyue, unexpectedly, no one was there.

Pitch black.

Previously, it was always Jiang Ji checking on her via WeChat.

Given his temperament, sending a message would usually just mean asking why she hadn’t returned yet, or when she would be back.

Ji Mingzhu was a bit puzzled, and simply strode to his bedroom door.

The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open, but no one was inside.

Curious, she opened her phone and sent him a message—

【You’re not back yet?】

After a long while, there was no reply.

It was really strange. Jiang Ji, who usually replied instantly, actually had times when he couldn’t respond immediately.

Ji Mingzhu didn’t overthink it. She tidied up a bit, and when she returned, it was still quiet and empty.

Just as she was wondering whether she’d be missing dinner that night, Jiang Ji replied—

【I was busy, slept at the company.】

Ji Mingzhu stared at the screen for a while, hesitated, then replied with 【Oh.】

Her carefully planned scheme would probably have to be postponed.

After a moment of silence, Ji Mingzhu took the small gift box out of the bag and placed it next to the little chicken plush.

Sitting side by side.

Then she gently stroked the little chicken plush.

“Jiang Ji, the gift I gave you—you have to like it, even if you don’t, got it?”

......

The “work” Jiang Ji mentioned stretched from Friday night all the way through the weekend.

During this time, he didn’t send any messages and didn’t return to Baiyue.

It was as if he was living at the Jiang residence.

Ji Mingzhu instinctively felt that something was off, but she couldn’t pinpoint it.

She just felt that Jiang Ji was acting a little strange, colder than before.

After all, he didn’t even care whether she was starving.

And that was a big deal!

Because……

Ji Mingzhu, who had been too lazy to cook or do much these past two days, had been eating only small snacks and cereal for several days in a row.

By Sunday, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She directly arranged to meet Lian Tang and headed straight to a very famous Japanese BBQ restaurant.

It was the first time Lian Tang had seen Ji Mingzhu just bury herself in food, not saying a word. “You’re kidding, right? What era is this, and you still eating like some starving ghost?”

“Eating too much cereal isn’t allowed?” Ji Mingzhu lifted her head lazily and glanced at her.

“Don’t you even know how to order delivery?” Lian Tang snorted twice. “At this rate, you’re going to wreck your body. Besides, don’t you have Jiang Ji cooking for you? You’re craving this much—did he force you to eat cereal?”

Mentioning Jiang Ji and cooking immediately brought the source of her behavior to light.

Ji Mingzhu had been waiting eagerly for Jiang Ji to come back and cook for her.

But he hadn’t sent a single message.

She’d likely become used to a refined taste, and at Baiyue, she didn’t even want to order takeout.

So she had endured it all this way.

Which led to the current situation—

“I don’t want to eat BBQ for the next month.”

Ji Mingzhu sat cross-legged, leaning back on the cushion, looking at Lian Tang across from her. “What exactly happened between you and my cousin? He’s everywhere trying to catch you.”

Lian Tang whispered, “Nothing much… just slept together… he probably wanted me.”

Ji Mingzhu, sipping her barley tea in small sips, almost spat it out hearing such an outrageous sentence.

“What did you say? You… say that again?!”

“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. Don’t worry about me. My family didn’t even mention it—they only told you. You’ve got to keep it a secret,” Lian Tang quickly half stood up, leaned over as if to cover Ji Mingzhu’s mouth, signaling her to keep her voice down.

It took Ji Mingzhu a long while to recover. She coughed twice, “You really do things quietly and efficiently… and you actually slept with Shen Qing, huh…”

She paused, then drew a conclusion—“Impressive skills.”

The bachelor idol of the political world—Shen Qing, gentle as jade, refined and polite, courteous to everyone. But in Ji Mingzhu’s eyes, in private, he was more detached and indifferent.

Over the years, Ji Mingzhu thought he was like a monk—desiring nothing, indifferent not just toward her, but even toward his parents, let alone his relatives. It was in his nature.

So Ji Mingzhu had always been closer to her second cousin, Shen Shen. The money for their band was always borrowed from Shen Shen, without the slightest hesitation.

“What impressive skills? I had asked around before, thinking his marriage with my sister was a done deal. Now… well, it’s just awkward.”

Ji Mingzhu suddenly laughed, not knowing why. “But it’s not so bad. My cousin keeps himself pure; much better than any playboy.”

What self-restraint? She hardly remembered what that word even meant.

That night, Lian Tang could hardly stop, and the next morning she couldn’t even get out of bed, her legs trembling.

Shen Qing’s movements were particularly intense, deep and forceful.

“I just mentioned it like this, why is your face so red?” Ji Mingzhu furrowed her brows, quite puzzled.

When she said this, what came to mind was Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji’s earlobes were probably his sensitive spot; whenever she leaned slightly closer, they would flush red.

“.........I didn’t even imagine anything inappropriate!!” Lian Tang exclaimed, inexplicably flustered, like a horn blasting.

Ji Mingzhu glared at her. “Just now you were complaining that my voice was too loud—so guilty, huh?”

As the two were about to continue bickering, Ji Mingzhu’s phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID, swiped to answer, “…Hello, Aunt?”

Hearing this title, Lian Tang immediately went silent.

“Mingzhu, I came to your place, why is no one here?” Lin Manxi was probably at Baiyue.

Ji Mingzhu put down her teacup. “You came? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand? I didn’t know you were coming, I’m outside having a meal with Lian Tang.”

“I heard from Xiao Yi that Jiang Ji has been working nonstop these past two days, hardly resting, so I came to check on him,” Lin Manxi said, her tone slow and probing. “You two… nothing happened, right?”

“No, nothing,” Ji Mingzhu said, confused. She didn’t feel there had been any problem between the two of them.

If anything was unusual, it was that Jiang Ji hadn’t been cold and indifferent these past two days.

She had originally planned to give him the gift when he returned the next day, but… he never came back.

“Oh, I see. Then continue having fun with Xiao Tang outside; I’ll go to the office to check on him,” Lin Manxi instructed.

“Oh… okay.”

After hanging up, Lian Tang curiously leaned in. “What happened, tell me! Aunt went to your place?”

“Mm, she said she was going to the office to catch Jiang Ji,” Ji Mingzhu said, staring at her phone screen, deep in thought. What did Xiao Yi mean in Lin Manxi’s words just now?

......

Lin Manxi, suppressing her anger, stormed through the lobby and took the elevator, startling the assistant office staff. She didn’t knock and directly barged into the office.

Jiang Ji was working behind his desk; hearing her, he looked up, saw it was her, and then lowered his head again.

“Mom.”

“You still know to call me Mom? I already heard from that Xiao Yi boy that you’ve been sulking with Mingzhu and didn’t even come home?”

Jiang Ji didn’t respond, not knowing how much Xiao Yi had exaggerated to make Lin Manxi so angry.

“No matter what, today you’re coming back to Baiyue,” Lin Manxi said, arms crossed, her tone stern, half scolding him.

Jiang Ji paused. “I’m busy.”

“Busy during workdays, okay. But working nonstop on weekends—what’s that about? Don’t you care about your health?” Lin Manxi sat directly on the sofa. “I’m going to Baiyue too; if you don’t leave, I’ll just sit here.”

Jiang Ji, usually cold in appearance but warm in heart, hesitated slightly at her words.

But going back now… would definitely run into Ji Mingzhu.

He couldn’t handle Lin Manxi; she always did what she said.

Sitting there forever wasn’t a solution either.

Jiang Ji rubbed his temples, a bit troubled. “Then I’ll take you there first.”

However, upon arriving at Baiyue, contrary to Jiang Ji’s expectation, Ji Mingzhu was not there.

Seeing him glance around, Lin Manxi snorted. “Mingzhu and Lian Tang went out; they won’t be back for now.”

“Don’t even think about leaving. Say it clearly—what exactly is going on?” Lin Manxi’s voice carried a trace of anger, and she casually tossed her beloved platinum bag onto the sofa.

“Being at the company like this isn’t a solution either,” Lin Manxi sat down directly. “Your health is your capital. Besides, although Jiang Mo has returned, with the Lin family backing you, your father won’t be so foolish.”

Hearing the name Jiang Mo again, Jiang Ji’s expression turned cold.

“Mom, please don’t meddle so much. I know my own matters,” Jiang Ji said slowly. “I’m an adult, I have my own principles.”

“Your own matters? Then why have you left Mingzhu waiting for so long, not even coming home? I heard from Xiao Yi that you’re just stubborn with yourself!” Lin Manxi said without pause. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but after so long of hesitation, at least give me a definite answer.”

Jiang Ji leaned against the wall, lowering his gaze.

He didn’t know what he was thinking.

After all, no one is perfect, and no one is a saint.

When faced with matters like this, no one can guarantee they’ll handle it perfectly.

Rationality and emotion—switching between them happens in an instant.

Jiang Ji looked at her. “I understand all the reasoning, but you have to give me some time to adjust.”

Then he added slowly, “It’s just an arranged marriage, after all. You don’t need to worry so much going forward.”

Hearing his tone, Lin Manxi felt a sudden pang in her heart.

She had been impulsive and a bit overbearing just now.

But after all, this is her son; she loves him and wants him to live well.

The Ji family girl—she likes her, and regarding Jiang Ji, she probably likes him too.

But now, she wasn’t so sure.

Lin Manxi stepped forward a few steps, anxiously pulling him closer. “Jiang Ji, what exactly are you thinking? Between you and Mingzhu… I mean, what do you feel for Mingzhu?”

Jiang Ji’s cold eyes lowered slightly. “No spark.”

At that moment, there was a faint rustling sound from the entrance.

Jiang Ji looked up; Ji Mingzhu was standing there, silently listening for who knows how long.

Author’s Note: [Mini Scene]

After nearly two hours of torment, Ji Mingzhu’s whole body ached.

Piggy: “No spark?”

Chick: “Just angry words.”

Piggy: “I won’t listen!”

Chick: “Then action will have to prove it.” [Bow head and bury]

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