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He Ting met her gaze, his heart sinking.
That look was exactly like the time she said he was weak, that familiar feeling of social death washing over him.
He Ting took a step back. “Little psychic, don’t look at me like that.”
Fu Jingyao lifted his eyelids. “Didn’t stay in Africa long enough?”
“No, no.”
He Ting swallowed hard. Her gaze was even more terrifying; he didn’t want to return to the African savanna.
Tsk! Even someone like Fu Jingyao would prioritize romance over friendship.
He Ting muttered under his breath, “Just finished eating at my restaurant, and he doesn’t even recognize me. So heartless.”
Lin Xi looked at him. “You’re the owner of the restaurant?”
“That’s right, it’s mine.” He Ting lifted his chin. “Everyone who’s been here says it’s good.”
“Little psychic…” He quickly corrected himself. “Little sister, how was the food?”
“Okay.”
Lin Xi, considering the meal, offered a warning, “You have a bad romantic entanglement by your side. Don’t interact with her too much; it’s bad for your destined relationship.”
He Ting smirked. “I’m the dashing He Shao; I always have plenty of romantic interests. I don’t plan to marry anyway. Who’s this destined person you’re talking about?”
Lin Xi looked at him deeply. “You know in your heart. I’ve said what I needed to; whether you listen is up to you.”
The elevator doors opened, and she and Fu Jingyao left.
He Ting made a face. “Forget friends for beauty.”
As he turned, he bumped into someone familiar, his pupils shrinking.
Ji Zheng!
He Ting adjusted his hair and unbuttoned the third button of his shirt, revealing a hint of pectoral muscles.
He struck a pose he considered handsome, his tone lazy and casual.
“Ji Zheng, long time no see.”
Ji Zheng recognized that oily voice immediately, but ignored him.
He Ting put one hand in his pocket, half-squinting as he looked at the man beside her, his expression disdainful.
“This…is your new boyfriend? He looks somewhat similar to me, but not as handsome. Your taste is getting worse.”
Ji Heng coldly glanced at him. “He Ting, are you sick?”
He Ting smiled brightly. “Whether I’m sick or not, you know best.”
He leaned down and whispered in Ji Zheng’s ear, “But whether the man by your side is sick is another matter.”
“Crazy!”
Ji Zheng pushed him away, her face livid.
She had actually liked this kind of person before. Unbelievable.
He Ting tried to approach, but the man beside her stood between them.
Ji Zheng, suppressing her anger, grabbed the man’s sleeve. “Chu Ling, let’s go.”
He Ting blocked their way. “Ji Zheng, since you’re here, we were a couple after all. Let me treat you and this guy to dinner, then we can get a room. You can try if he’s better than me.”
Ji Zheng couldn’t take it anymore and slapped him.
“He Ting, if you’re sick, go see a doctor. Don’t act crazy in front of me. We broke up a long time ago. Don’t bother me!”
He Ting touched the imprint of the slap on his face, clenching and unclenching his fist.
Ji Zheng had actually hit him for another man.
Not surprising; she had done the same before.
He Ting laughed self-deprecatingly.
Ji Zheng parted her lips, about to speak.
A girl in a white dress rushed over, protecting He Ting, her large eyes glaring at Ji Zheng.
Pure and lovely, charming and moving. He Ting’s taste hadn’t changed; he only liked this type.
Ji Zheng should have realized long ago that He Ting didn’t like her as a person but the pure and soft type of girl.
The elevator doors opened, and she pulled Chu Ling away.
The doors closed.
Ji Zheng let go of Chu Ling’s sleeve and covered her face, crying.
Chu Ling hesitated. “Miss, why don’t you explain? We’re not that kind of relationship.”
He was a bodyguard trained by the Ji family, six years younger than Miss.
After he came of age, the head of the family assigned him to Miss to protect her safety.
Miss had been innocent and carefree before, but after something happened, she suddenly matured. She studied diligently, obtaining degrees in finance and law, and after joining the company, the Ji family flourished.
Chu Ling vaguely knew something about Miss’s grievances with He Ting.
However, he was just a bodyguard and had no position to say anything.
He took out a tissue and handed it to Ji Zheng, silently guarding her.
“Thank you.”
Ji Zheng wiped her face, regaining her usual cold demeanor. “Let’s go back to the company.”
Chu Ling nodded obediently. “Yes, Miss.”
Meanwhile, outside the elevator.
He Ting stared intently at the door.
That woman slapped him and left without a word, dragging a strange man away!
Ji Zheng, you’re really something now!
He Ting took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger.
Bai Rou gently touched his face, tears in her eyes.
He Ting shook his head. “I’m fine.”
Bai Rou seemed very anxious, her hands gesturing repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.
“Hey, don’t cry,” He Ting softened his voice. “I’m really fine.”
Bai Rou frowned slightly, tears falling like broken pearls.
He Ting comforted her, “Don’t cry. I understand what you mean. I’ll go get some medicine; it won’t leave a scar.”
Bai Rou nodded vigorously, giving a sweet smile.
For a moment, He Ting felt a sense of déjà vu; he seemed to see Ji Zheng from the past.
No! This wasn’t Ji Zheng, but Bai Rou.
A good girl, unfortunately mute.
He Ting met her on his way back to China.
Bai Rou was dirty and surrounded by people who were scolding and beating her.
He Ting, out of sympathy, brought her back to Di Jing.
He hadn’t decided where to put Bai Rou. She was gentle but couldn’t speak; she would be bullied anywhere.
He Ting sighed. “Bai Rou, let’s go home.”
Bai Rou followed him, a hint of excitement in her eyes.
Hee hee, success.
…
Antique Street.
Lin Xi had rested for three days and returned to her familiar place.
Qian Fugui sat on his small stool, grinning like a fool. “Master, long time no see.”
Lin Xi looked at him suspiciously. “Qian Fugui, why aren’t you at Dedao Hall? What are you doing here?”
Qian Fugui scratched his head. “My fortune-telling skills…it’s best not to tarnish my grandfather, Qian Banxian’s reputation.”
“Master, please sit.”
Lin Xi sat down. “I said I’m not taking on apprentices.”
“I know I’m too untalented for that.”
Qian Fugui chuckled sheepishly. “Master, just pretend I’m not here. Do what you need to do. I’ll just watch from the side.”
Lin Xi agreed.
Qian Fugui’s physique was quite imposing.
She took a sip of water and began today’s fortune-telling.
The first few readings were about academics, marriage, and other small matters, quickly resolved.
Lin Xi said calmly, “Next.”
A man in a suit took a photo from behind his phone case.
The man looked a little embarrassed. “Master, my mother left home twenty years ago, and this is the only photo I have. I want to ask where she is now.”
Lin Xi took the photo.
The photo was very dated, and the person’s features were indistinct.
She asked, “Do you have your mother’s birthdate and time of birth?”
Li Cong shook his head. “My mother left us a long time ago; I don’t know her birthdate and time of birth.”
Lin Xi said slowly, “From your and your mother’s facial features, your mother passed away twenty years ago.”