Chapter 114: Mature Beauty
When they arrived at Meining University, Yang Fei got out of the car, and Yang Jing followed. She wanted to go over and say something to Yang Fei, but Yang Fei waved her hand and interrupted, "You don't need to thank me. The one you should thank is over there."
She poked Zhang Yang, grabbed her bag, and went upstairs.
Lowering her head, Yang Jing sighed, turned around, and walked toward Zhang Yang. She looked at him, pursed her lips, and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry for tonight. I really want to thank you."
"What's there to thank? I'm your brother, aren't I?" Zhang Yang glanced at his watch—it was already eleven o'clock—and quickly reminded her, "You should head home, or else Uncle and Grandpa Yang will start worrying!"
"No need, I just called them from the car." She looked at Peony Lake in front of Meining University, rubbed her hands together, and turned to Zhang Yang. "Walk with me for a bit."
Tonight, Yang Jing was dressed rather elegantly. She wore a deep V-neck dark green one-piece dress that ended about ten centimeters above her knees, with a black long-sleeved knitted cotton jacket over it, brown knee-high boots, and a crystal necklace around her neck.
She had that soft, curvy look—not fat, but delicately fleshed. Her skin was pale and smooth, her face slightly rounder than a melon shape. Like Yang Fei, she had around a 34D chest, which made her upper body look full and irresistibly alluring. With the low V-neck, it felt like those "two white rabbits" might leap out at any moment.
Overall, she looked like a woman ripe with maturity—squeeze her, and she'd probably drip water. Her voice was soft and sweet, extremely pleasant to hear. For any normal man, she was temptation incarnate.
Zhang Yang looked ahead. It had been raining in Meining recently—not heavily, but enough to make the ground damp. Yang Jing walked slowly in her high-heeled boots, and afraid she might slip, Zhang Yang followed closely behind.
The perfume she wore was similar to Yang Fei's—light and faintly mixed with the subtle scent of her own body.
"Do you think Sister Jing is stupid?" She seemed to notice Zhang Yang walking beside her. She pulled her jacket tighter and asked softly, "Tell me."
"You didn't do anything wrong, how could you be stupid? In my eyes, Sister Jing is the gentlest beauty in the world."
"You're just humoring me." Yang Jing turned her head, her beautiful eyes glimmering as she glanced at Zhang Yang. Then she sighed, blowing a faint mist of white breath into the cold night air, and said softly, "But I still feel so stupid. Three years ago, he did the same thing, and I still believed him."
"But it's fine. You helped me break this unrealistic dream. I actually feel relieved. What I hate most is that because of him, I haven't even had a proper relationship in my life."
She stretched her arms and yawned, tilting her head as she looked at the silent Zhang Yang with a trace of envy. "You young people are lucky. At least you can still have carefree young love."
Hearing that, Zhang Yang couldn't help but chuckle. Looking at Yang Jing, he said slowly, "Sister Jing, you sound like an old lady. You're only a few years older than us. You're just twenty-seven. In this day and age, any woman under forty is still in her youth. Falling in love should be easy for you."
"Fall in love at twenty-seven? Who'd want that!"
"Only fools wouldn't! With how pretty you are, if you announced you're single, the line of guys chasing you would reach Mars."
"Such a smooth talker. Always know how to flatter me." Yang Jing reached out and lightly smacked Zhang Yang's hand. Her soft, cool fingers felt nice. "You'd date me then?"
"I mean it. If no one else does, I'll date you for free!"
"There you go again, trying to take advantage of me." Yang Jing glanced at him, hesitated a bit, then muttered, "Why don't you... hold my hand and see... ah, never mind, forget I said that..."
Before she finished, she suddenly felt her slender, cool hand wrapped in a large, warm one. Her body trembled slightly as she sneaked a glance at Zhang Yang. Her heart started pounding uncontrollably.
So this is what holding hands feels like?
Why did it feel so different from when she held Xie Long's hand as a kid? Now, her face felt hot, and her heart was fluttering like a deer.
After being held for a while, Yang Jing quickly looked around nervously, afraid someone might see them. When she noticed a couple walking toward them arm in arm, she hastily pulled her hand back.
"Ahem... I was just joking. Let's... let's talk about something serious." Yang Jing's throat felt dry. After swallowing a few times, she finally calmed down. "I've decided—I'll be the doctor at your rehabilitation center or whatever it's called."
"Really?" Zhang Yang was thrilled and quickly corrected her. "It's the operations director, not a doctor!"
"Alright, alright, call it whatever you want. But I can't promise I'll do well. If it loses money, don't blame me."
"Doesn't matter. As long as you agree, even if I have to sell the company, it's worth it."
"No way! I still need you to support me for the rest of my life." Yang Jing said playfully, then quickly realized her slip and corrected herself, "I mean, if I work for you, I'll be living off your salary."
As they walked, Yang Jing suddenly realized Zhang Yang was holding her hand again. She wasn't sure if she had reached out first or if he had, but since no one here knew her, she let it be. It felt... nice.
"Sister Jing, can I ask you something?" Still holding hands, they slowly stepped onto the small stone arch bridge in the middle of the lake. Zhang Yang finally spoke.
"Mm, go ahead."
"Teacher Yang doesn't seem to like going home much. Why is that?" Zhang Yang thought for a moment. "I'm just curious. If it's inconvenient, just ignore me."
"Oh, her." They crossed the bridge and walked into a patch of grass beside a row of willows. Nearby were several stone tables and benches, but most were already occupied by couples, so they went toward the lakeside. There, they found a long stone slab. Zhang Yang took out a tissue, carefully wiped it clean, and gestured for Yang Jing to sit while he remained standing.
Yang Jing glanced at him and smiled. "You sit too, silly. Why stand there?"
Zhang Yang thought for a moment, then sat beside her—close enough that their shoulders brushed. The quiet lake and the chill of early winter gave the moment a tender warmth.
Yang Jing's legs were long, and since she wore tall boots, she wasn't wearing stockings. The stone bench wasn't very high, so when she sat, her skirt naturally rolled up a little, revealing her pale thighs. Zhang Yang could faintly see the edge of her panties—it was dazzlingly seductive.
But she didn't seem to notice. Staring at the dark silhouette of the opposite shore, she said faintly, "She's like that because the Yang family owes her."
Zhang Yang looked puzzled. "You mean Teacher Yang Fei isn't your real sister?"
"Of course she is! She's my biological sister." Yang Jing picked up a pebble from the ground and tossed it into the lake, watching it skip several times. Zhang Yang's hands itched, but remembering that the system had deducted points the last time he did that, he obediently lowered his hand.
"You know, my dad's a civil servant. Technically, he wasn't allowed to have a second child." Yang Jing looked proudly at the ripples spreading across the water.
"Oh!" Zhang Yang thought for a moment, realizing he hadn't noticed that before. "Then how come Uncle didn't get in trouble?"
"Because the situation was... special." Yang Jing lowered her head slightly, her mood dimming.