As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yihe's expression immediately fell!
What do you mean by "it's just so-so"?
If that's all, why did you kiss me so hard?
So what? Why did you hug me so tightly from behind?
So what's the point of leaving me covered in bruises?
"Heh, so-so? Have you forgotten how you were a couple of days ago?"
Jiang Cheng glanced at her sideways, giving her an expression that suggested he cared for a mentally challenged child.
He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, but his gaze remained fixed on her chest, which was heaving slightly with anger. His voice was low and slow, carrying an almost cruel honesty:
"What it was like a couple of days ago? That's called 'food and sex are human nature,' it's instinct, curiosity, and a way to verify whether Officer Qiu's impressive 'assets' are really as...unapproachable as they seem. Qiu Yihe, stop analyzing me with your theories. Men can separate sex and love..."
He leaned back in his chair, picked up his water glass, and slowly took a sip. His tone returned to its usual nonchalant manner, yet every word was piercing:
"Forget it, what's the point of talking to you all this time? Have you finished eating? If you're done, then go ahead, I have things to do tonight..."
Jiang Cheng's words were both despicable and so frank that they made one grit their teeth.
Seeing his somewhat impatient expression, she felt both humiliated and resentful.
At this point, she didn't even have the mind to ask about the progress of Qiu Li's matter.
"You..." She stood up abruptly, her voice carrying a stubbornness she herself wasn't fully aware of, "What exactly do you have planned for tonight? Can't you... can't you just honestly and exclusively like someone?"
Jiang Cheng stood up as well.
He casually replied, "Liking someone is too tiring, so I choose to fall in love with everyone I meet..."
After saying that, he picked up the plate in front of Qiu Yihe, which still had cold ribs and oil stains, with one hand, and picked up his own with the other.
Jiang Cheng's fingers were long and steady, and his fingertips even unconsciously straightened the crooked fork on the edge of her plate to prevent it from slipping.
This subtle movement caused Qiu Yihe's tightly clenched lips to relax slightly.
This man, while uttering the most despicable words, performs the most considerate and "cultured" actions.
Her chest heaved violently twice, as if there was a lump of air stuck there, unable to be swallowed or exhaled.
The humiliation still burned on my cheeks, but even stronger than the humiliation was the resentment of being completely ignored and dismissed so casually, as well as the deeper confusion and unease brought about by that damned contrast.
That bastard... which of his statements are true and which are false?
Or is he simply a contradictory yet unified combination?
Seeing that Jiang Cheng ignored her and walked forward, she could only grab her bag from the back of the chair, grit her teeth, and follow him with slightly hurried steps.
On the way back, the air in the car was so silent it was almost stagnant.
Jiang Cheng focused on driving, his profile blurred by the neon lights flashing past the car window, making his hard features stand out even more clearly.
He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his fingers lightly tapping the leather edge in sync with the low drumbeats of the car's music, his posture relaxed.
Seeing that he didn't seem to care about their conversation in the cafeteria at all, Qiu Yihe pursed his lips into a stubborn straight line.
Her fingertips gripped the tiny gaps in the metal chain of the handbag so tightly that her nails dug into her fingertips.
She could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
You can also feel the strong presence emanating from Jiang Cheng.
Every slight turn of his wrist as he shifted gears, every subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath, silently emphasized his presence and her current... passivity.
Soon, the car smoothly drove into the vicinity of Qiu Yihe's residence.
After the car came to a complete stop, Jiang Cheng broke the silence, saying calmly, "We've arrived."
Qiu Yihe did not move immediately.
She spoke after about four or five seconds.
His voice was dry and tense from the long silence and suppressed emotions: "Where are you going later?"
"bar."
Jiang Cheng answered decisively and then pressed the door unlock button on the center console.
With a soft "click," the iconic, wing-like door of the Night Sound slowly opened a crack.
The cool night air, mixed with the faint damp smell of the alley, seeped in quietly.
After the car door opened, Jiang Cheng tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, as if waiting for her to get out.
Seeing how eager he was to send me away.
Qiu Yihe's fragile sense of reason crumbled instantly.
A mixture of intense resentment, a "what's the use" mentality, and a stubbornness she herself couldn't fully comprehend suddenly seized her.
Why? Why can he just walk away so easily, as if nothing happened, after stirring up trouble and creating chaos?
Okay, bar. Looking for other fun, huh?
You think I'm in your way and can be sent away, right?
The struggle and anger slowly coalesced into a near-desperate and resolute determination.
She suddenly reached out and unbuckled her seatbelt with a "click," the crisp mechanical sound echoing in the car.
Pushing open the car door, a foot wearing an ankle boot decisively stepped out and onto the rough road surface.
However, she stopped halfway through her journey.
However, she did not turn around; her upper body remained inside the car, but her back was to Jiang Cheng.
A few words, tinged with obvious resentment and unwillingness, yet exceptionally clear and even possessing a defiant, reckless quality, drifted in with the night wind outside the car.
"When you come back, please make time for me tonight..."
After saying that, he quickly and neatly got out of the car and walked briskly towards the alley without looking back.
Jiang Cheng sat in the driver's seat, watching the figure quickly disappear into the building entrance, his hands on the steering wheel paused.