[R18] Lianqing(NP) – “Lian Qing (NP)” Chapter 131 [English]

Chapter 130 Loneliness

Ji Qing didn’t expect Zhou Jianshen to come back so soon, and probably the people here didn’t expect either. After exclaiming, he quickly bowed and went back to prepare breakfast for him.

He walked to Ji Qing and sat down next to him. Ji Qing looked at him a few times. He didn’t wear a tie today, his suit jacket was open, and his shirt was open to the second button. He looked much younger.

“César.”

Zhou Jianshen greeted Zhou Fucheng politely, and Zhou Fucheng also put down his knife and said “he” in response. Ji Qing silently listened to a few words in French that he didn’t understand and didn’t bother to listen anymore. In short, it can be seen that the relationship between the Zhou brothers is not as good as that of the Jiang family, but more like business partners.

After a while, Zhou Fucheng stood up, and the man next to him also brought a suit. Zhou Fucheng curled his lips at Ji Qing.

“goodbye &ie.”

After Zhou Fucheng turned around and left, Zhou Jianshen also took Ji Qing’s hand and walked inside.

Entering another bedroom on the third floor, the servant brought clothes. Zhou Jianshen asked her for her opinion while changing clothes.

“Want to go out for a walk? I’ll have the yacht brought over.”

Ji Qing originally planned to go to a nearby university to sit in on courses to pass the time and relax, but it was still early and he could go out for fun.

The two changed their clothes and went out together. The yacht had already arrived at the beach below the building. You can get there by walking down the stairs.

This is a large yacht with a total of four floors. The bottom floor is a small swimming pool and a lounge area sofa.

Today, the sea was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Ji Qing was sitting on the sofa wearing a long-sleeved shirt and was still a little hot in the sun, so Zhou Jianshen had someone put up a parasol and made her a glass of iced juice.

The weather here is fine, but Beijing is still in the cold.

The snow had dispersed, and the Jiang family was very quiet. The servant gently placed the hot tea behind Jiang Dongxian. He stood in front of the French window with his hands behind his back and looked at the snow on the leaves. He no longer knew what it felt like.

Jiang Dongyue’s young bones can withstand the torment, and he is still full of enthusiasm after knowing that Ji Qing left. Qing Qing must have been sad because of something. He doesn’t believe that he can’t find her!

But Jiang Dongxian was already in his thirties, so he naturally had more on his mind.

Although he was very affectionate towards her, he still couldn’t keep her at all. Did she come to see him before she left? If so, what did she want to say to him?

Is it “Brother Dongxian, I’m sorry, I don’t like you”, or “Brother Dongxian, I’m sorry, I have to leave”.

No matter which one it is, it is enough to make his heart feel like a knife.

He knew that if he wanted to be with a girl like Ji Qing at his age, he would have to withstand hardships and changes. He was also willing to be more tolerant and understanding of her, but he never expected that Ji Qing would leave directly, leaving so completely and decisively.

*
At 9 o’clock in the evening, Ji Qing also stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the dark blue sea in a daze.

She forgot to put on sunscreen today, so the maid prepared a repairing lotion for her. She put it on after taking a shower, and her whole body exuded a faint fragrance of gardenia.

“Qingqing?”

Zhou Jianshen knocked on the door outside, but Ji Qing had no strength to respond.

After dinner in the evening, she watched TV for a while and accidentally jumped to the international channel. There was a news about China, which was the same flood that Ji Tingqin went to rescue.

Although it was just a text report without images, Ji Qing was still feeling depressed. She turned off the TV and went to the room to feel bored.

Thinking of this, Ji Qing continued to turn her head and look at the sea, where it was dark blue, and her heart felt as if it was soaked in sea water, astringent and with a touch of pain.

After a while, Zhou Jianshen pushed the door open and hugged her from behind. Ji Qing’s head just reached his chest. He buried his head in her neck and sniffed her neck, and his deep voice sounded in her ears.

“What did you use? The fragrance is very light and smells good.”

Ji Qing was stunned for a moment and then shook her head. She couldn’t understand the French written on it. She just used it if the servant gave it to her, and she didn’t care about it.

After a moment of silence, Ji Qing spoke first.

“Brother Jian Shen, am I being childish by doing this?”

Zhou Jianshen chuckled and hugged her tighter.

“Want to hear the truth or lies?”

“Of course it’s the truth.”

“No.”

No?Ji Qing looked up at He, feeling very confused. Zhou Jianshen turned his head and kissed her hair, giving her the answer again.

“No.”

What he said was the truth, at least the truth in his heart. Ji Qing was only less than 20 years old. When he was 20 years old, he was young and did many wrong things. In fact, it seems that those are not wrong things now, they are all things that need to be experienced.

Don’t say he, even Ji Tingqin and Jiang Dongxian are not born mature and stable. They will be confused and angry, and even make wrong decisions, but the road has to go down. Some mistakes are wrong, and some may not really be wrong.

For example, Jiang Dongxian abandoned literature and turned to martial arts. He regretted it after seeing the intrigue, but now it seems that it is not an opportunity.

“Brother Jian Shen, thank you.”

Regardless, she is grateful for his relief.

*
At the same time, the Military Commission Building Office.

Meng Jianqun stood in front of Ji Tingqin with sweat in his hands.

“Commissioner Ji, according to the news from the customs, Miss… Miss has not moved around since she arrived in Italy.”

Ji Tingqin was silent. He had no habit of irritating others. He only raised his hand to let Meng Jianqun leave.

At 6 o’clock in the morning the next day, Ji Tingqin stood alone in Ji’s studio. The place was empty except for the middle drawing board covered with a white cloth.

He walked over and opened the piece of cloth. Inside was the painting that Ji Qing had shown him. His hands were placed on her delicate waist, and her eyes lingered on his body.

The pale golden sunlight in the morning shines on the painting through the cold mist and mottled tree shadows. Meng Jianfang looked at he in the building opposite, and suddenly felt that this man was both tall and lonely.