Seeing this, the other team members also became interested and waited for her answer. Only Ouyang Zhuo’s expression seemed a little off. He seemed to be expecting something and also afraid.
Left with no other option, Lin Qiao had to tactfully express her suspicions: “Be Wang?”
Actually, she wanted to say ‘B-Wang’, because it sounded like a name Ouyang Zhuo would come up with.
Xigua seemed to have not expected Lin Qiao’s answer to be this. He couldn’t help but spit out the mouthful of rice he had just put in her mouth. Everyone else also laughed so hard they were doubled over. Only Ouyang Zhuo was different from the others, with a droopy face.
“Did I guess wrong?” Lin Qiao asked cautiously.
“No! Be Wang, absolutely right! That’s exactly what it means! Very apt! Bravo!” Xigua gave her a thumbs up. (T/N: Wang in Chinese means King/Prince. So it’s ‘Be King’.)
Looking at their strange smiles, Lin Qiao felt that something wasn’t quite right.
The meal ended. As they walked out of the restaurant’s private room, Ouyang Zhuo pulled her back.
“What’s wrong?” Lin Qiao turned around, puzzled.
Her glance back fell on Su Zhengxing, who was emerging from another private room in the corridor.
Seeing Ouyang Zhuo pull her away, Su Zhengxing’s hand, hanging at his sides, tightened unconsciously.
It had been over two months since he last saw Lin Qiao. After seeing the WeChat message that day, he had wanted to chase after her, but the bright red exclamation mark reminded him that even if he did, what difference would it make?
For Lin Qiao, the self that once resided in her consciousness was the client with whom she had ended her collaboration, while the self standing in front of her in reality was the object of her acting. Regardless of which identity he held, he had no right to demand that she truly loved him.
He didn’t want to take the ring back, didn’t want to sever their last connection, because as long as the ring remained, he would forever retain one legitimate opportunity to see her.
“Surprise, disappointment, sadness, pain! I care so much, yet I have to pretend I don’t. I think I can let go, but it feels like a stone is weighing on my chest. Anxiety, confusion, unease, jealousy, but I still have to desperately endure it…”
Qin Qian walked out from beside Su Zhengxing with her arms crossed, leaned against the door frame of the private room, and clicked her tongue.
“How was it? Did I waste my acting lessons? Did my character psychology analysis hit the spot?”
Su Zhengxing ignored her. His tall figure stood still, a cold aura surrounding him. His dark eyes were deep and dangerous as he silently watched the scene in the corridor.
“BW isn’t Be Wang. It’s BuckWheat.” Ouyang Zhuo suddenly said, staring intently at Lin Qiao.
As soon as he finished speaking, the chill in the man’s eyes at the end of the corridor intensified.
Unfortunately, Lin Qiao didn’t understand Ouyang Zhuo’s meaning. She nodded somewhat blankly, “Oh, I see. Sorry.”
“Talking nonsense.” Qin Qian watched with interest, seemingly muttering to herself or someone else.
She added, “But so what? As long as there’s love, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
During his separation from Lin Qiao, Su Zhengxing had asked himself countless times: Could he really stop loving Lin Qiao because of her pretense? Was he really willing to forget everything and sever it completely? Could he truly let go of his obsession and sincerely wish her well with someone else?
No! He couldn’t!
Just the thought of not being the one standing beside her one day drove him to the brink of madness!
He couldn’t do it!
Today, Qin Qian’s words had awakened him.
Why bother with logic or distinguishing between truth and falsehood in matters of the heart?
Love is all what matters, isn’t it?
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