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Chapter 106
Jian Shiwu was so angry! He wasn't really the kind of person who had to make a fuss because his boyfriend was busy at work, but he just felt left out and a little aggrieved.
The kitchen light was on and there was a steaming aroma, the TV was playing the news of the day, Jian Zicheng was sitting on the sofa and when he saw the boy coming back he said, "You're back?"
Jian nodded gently, "I'm back."
Jian Zicheng looked at him as if he didn't have much energy and asked, "Tired of recording the show?"
Jian Shiwu came over and lay down on the sofa: "It's fine."
Zhen Meili, who was working in the kitchen, looked outside and saw that it was Jian Shiwu who had returned, calling out, "Did you bring the basket back?"
"I've got it."
He walked back to the kitchen, found a place to put the basket, and finally took out the glass box inside.
Jian Shiwu sighed: "Mr. Shen has a lot of time on his hands, so he doesn't have time to eat rice dumplings."
"......"
There was a moment of silence in the kitchen.
As an experienced person, she could tell at a glance that the two children were having a disagreement.
The woman pointed to the vegetables by the stove: "Come here, help me choose the vegetables."
Jian Shiwu originally wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to refuse because his mother had asked him to work, so he held his breath and came over to choose the vegetables, although he was distracted while working.
As he peeled the potatoes, Zhen Meili asked, "Did you have a fight?"
Jian Shiwu moved a little and whispered, "No."
"No?" Zhen Meili didn't believe it: "Then why are you suffering with a widow's face? You wouldn't normally be home at this time, you'd be out having a good time."
It had a feeling of a married son spilling out water.
Jian Shiwu looked at his mother a little embarrassedly: "How can there be."
"Also, it's not a quarrel."
Jane Shiwu sighed, he saw his mother looking at him quite persistently, so he simply outlined the afternoon's events briefly to Zhen Meili, without adding any oil or vinegar to the story, completely stating the facts.
After Zhen Mei listened quietly to the child, she didn’t start by criticising who was right and who was wrong, but instead grasped the essence of the matter and inquired, "So the reason you were angry was because Shen Cheng didn’t even return your messages?"
"...I know he’s busy, it’s not because of that."
"Then it was because you didn’t eat your dumplings?"
"...that's true ......"
Zhen Meili laughed lightly, "Then it's because you feel like you don't matter to him, that he may not care about you?"
A word to the wise.
At first he wanted to do was to deny it, but in the end he couldn't find the right words to say, so he could only tear the vegetables in his hand into two pieces and had to admit: "Sort of, I think I'm disturbing his work by sending him messages, he’s probably very busy but there’s nothing I can do to share his burden."
Zhen Meili: "You are not in a relationship between superiors and subordinates, so let's just say that he is busy with work, he should be sharing his work with his junior staff, his assistant secretary, so many people around, how can you share it?"
Jian Shiwu was dumbfounded.
But that's all there is to say, he nolonger had what to hide, he sighed: "I understand the truth, I do, this afternoon, I felt a little overwhelmed by myself. I feel that maybe I am not an important person to him, just like in the four years after graduating from high school, Shen Cheng walked away cleanly. He can also easily break up when he wants to."
Yes, sometimes it's just like wishful thinking.
It was the same in his previous life, always a one-man show for him, other couples were loving and affectionate, but he and Shen Cheng respected each other like guests, he did not know how to please the man, always messing up a lot of things, even when he’d try to cook something for the holidays once in a while, he’d spend the day tossing and turning and couldn’t come up with anything fancy, only working hard to make the kitchen a mess.
He €€ thought that after he had worked so hard to make something, Shen Cheng would at least taste it and compliment him on how good it was, but the man just cleaned up the kitchen and then coldly said to him, "Don’t do it again, don’t force it if it doesn’t suit you."
Yes, the feeling of having cold water thrown over him at the time came over him like a tidal wave of pain when he saw that message this afternoon.
Zhen Meili has always said to him: "Stupid child, dead brains."
It was true that he wasn’t very good at changing, that his favourite dramas could be watched many times over, that the list of songs on his list wouldn’t change for years, that the people he liked still tugged at his heart even if he reacquainted himself with them a few times, and that even if he lived again, he thought he could change many things, but what was engraved in his bones remained unchangeable.
He’s insecure, and he wanted to feel loved.
Shen Cheng's shadiness, his sudden coldness and hotness frightened him, he was afraid of being abandoned again, he couldn't do Shen Cheng's take-it-or-leave-it, so he could only shrink into his shell and digest it alone.
Zhen Meimei's voice pulled him back from his thoughts, and the woman said, "Do you still care about the past years?"
Jian Shiwu looked up and met his mother's complex and deep gaze, eyes that contained so much he didn't understand, but only felt heavy.
But it was Zhen Meili who sighed first, she raised her hand and touched Jian Shiwu's head: "Jian, you’ve got to know that there are many things in this world that are not as simple as they seem, even the most powerful people, there will be times when they can't help themselves, these four years ...... "
She wanted to say something but finally only a somewhat helpless sigh remained, "It’s also been difficult for him."
Jian Shiwu’s nose inexplicably felt sour.
How could he not know how difficult the life Shen Cheng had led over the years had been? In the end, he didn’t even know whether it was Shen Cheng or himself that he resented in his heart.
......
On the other side
Ji company.
The piles of documents on the table were almost untouched after the end of the WeChat messaging. Acording to the observation of Secretary Wang who reported the progress of the project in and out several times, when the shareholders' meeting was forced four years ago, Shen Cheng's face was not even this gruff. If it wasn't because he had been dumped, then the second biggest reason behind this look might be that Ji's was going to collapse.
After Secretary Wang had politely expressed several times that there was actually nothing urgent today and that he could actually take a break from work, Shen Cheng still didn’t have any reaction.
The only action that revealed his mood was that, because his heart was in a mess, Mr. Shen unprecedentedly clicked on his friends’ Moments, he doesn’t usually look at these, but today, probably because of his complicated mood, he casually swiped it, and finally stopped at a post by Zhen Meili yesterday.
There are large and small dumplings in the kitchen, and Jian Shiwu was busy beside them. Compared with the round and beautiful dumplings made by his mother, the row of dumplings at Jian Shiwu's side were oddly shaped, with different ugly flowers. Next to it, there was an aqua blue glass box that looked familiar.
Shen Cheng cut back to the chat box, and saw the photo that Jian Shiwu sent him, the exact same box, the same strange dumplings, the answer was already obvious. These were the little dumplings that Jian Shiwu himself made, but he rejected himself.
......
It was rare to have this kind of feeling of lifting a stone and hitting your own feet.
Without much hesitation, Shen Cheng picked out the address book and wanted to call Jian Shiwu. As a result, a mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone. No one answered. So, it can be said to be very ruthless.
The phone didn't work, so Shen Cheng sent a message to Jane Shiwu's WeChat asking where he was, if the dumplings were still there, and if he had time tonight, but without exception, there was no reply.
He waited for about ten minutes, during which time, Shen looked at his phone no less than 30 times, and even restarted it once because he wondered if the signal was bad.
To say that in the past few years, as his status became more and more stable, the attitudes of the people around him also changed. It had been a long time since no anyone dared to not show him face. Mr. Shen has not waited so anxiously for someone's call for a long time, and was slapped in the face, but at this moment, not only did he not have any displeasure in his heart, on the contrary, he was a little panicked.
Jian Shiwu was angry, and things were serious.
The cause was his own doing, kneeling to beg his wife to forgive him was imminent.
......
The other side
The phone had long been thrown in an unknown corner Jian Shiwu went to take a shower after dinner, and when he came out, it already late, and he just remembered to look for his phone.
His mom called out to him from downstairs and said, "Jian, remember to close the windows and everything at night, the weather is bad lately, it might rain."
Jian Shiwu responded.
He walked obediently to the window, but unexpectedly saw a car parked under a street light not far away on the road, the lights already out. A man was leaning against the side of the door, his suit jacket on his wrist, a cigarette seemingly clutched in his left hand, his slender figure lonely and forlorn in the dim light.
The man's face looks familiar.
Jian Shiwu had some unrealistic guesses in his heart. He ran downstairs and finally found his phone on the table in the foyer. As soon as he opened it, there were rows of missed calls and many unread messages on WeChat.
After looking at the column full of Shen Cheng's name, and the messages in WeChat, Jian Shiwu's eyes widened slightly, just at that moment another call came, this time he didn't have any hesitation and picked it up: "Hello."
The other end of the phone instead was flabbergasted, and after awhile, Shen Cheng's voice came in, somewhat low and husky: "Finally willing to answer the phone?"
"Well..."
Jian Shiwu was a little curious: "What's wrong, is it something urgent?"
"There is no urgent matter." Shen Cheng said in a low voice: "It's just that I miss you."
When this man said such in a serious and cold voice, Jian Shiwu couldn't even react for a moment, he subconsciously asked, "Where are you?"
Shen Cheng paused and didn't say anything.
Jian Shiwu reached out to open the door of the house, took a few steps out, and indeed saw someone on the road not far away, across the distance, the man looked up and over, probably seeing that he had been found, he put out the cigarette in his hand, like a student caught in class by the headteacher.
Jian Shiwu couldn’t believe it was really him.
The moment Jian Shiwu saw the person, he was no longer angry. He couldn't help laughing and crying: "How long have you been here? Why didn't you say anything."
Shen Cheng: "Called the phone, you were not answering."
The voice actually had some grievance in it.
Jian Shiwu was helpless and walked towards him while saying, "Then you could have knocked on the door, it wasn't already here."
Shen Cheng paused, the voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat low and dark, as if with suppressed emotion: "I was afraid you’d be angry."
The autumn breeze blew through the trees on the roadside, bringing a bit of coolness with it.
For a moment, Jian Shiwu thought he had heard it wrong. He blinked and looked at the man on the road not far away. He was getting closer. He finally saw Shen Cheng's appearance clearly, and the tall and handsome man had taken off the suit jacket, he was in a regular white shirt and black suit pants, mature and attractive.
In his inherent impression, this man had always been proud, whether before or now, even if the years had allowed him to settle and reduce his sharpness, Jian Shiwu knew that Shen Cheng's bones flowed with arrogance and a flaming aura that refused to be inferior to others, but just now, that proud son of the sky said to him:
“I'm afraid you'd be angry.”
It was clearly a very short sentence, not even much begging or coaxing, but Jian Shiwu felt his heart was already sore and there was no way to sulk anymore.
He walked up to Shen Cheng and stopped, meeting the man's gaze, pursing his lips, but in the end he laughed out and cursed: "Idiot."
Shen Cheng didn’t understand, but when he saw him smile, the heart that had been hanging in the air fell.
Jian Shiwu said, "If I didn't answer the phone tonight, would you have stood here the whole time?"
Shen Cheng did not say anything, but Jian Shiwu believed that with his character, he might really be able to do such a thing, and for a moment felt helpless and emotional.
Then he heard Shen Cheng say, "Where are the dumplings?"
Jian Shiwu was puzzled: "Huh?"
"The dumplings." Shen Cheng reminded him, "You asked me this afternoon."
Jane Shiwu thought he was hungry: "You haven't eaten yet? Let's go home. My mother made a lot of delicious food and there's a lot left."
Shen Cheng, however, didn't respond, and the man looked down, "I want to eat your dumplings."
......
Jian Shiwu choked, he didn't know why Shen Cheng was suddenly obsessed with the dumplings, but didn't resent it, just a little embarrassed: "But those dumplings may have been sitting for a long time and not necessarily be tasty"
"It's fine." Shen Cheng did not change his face: "I want those ones."
Jian Shiwu couldn't beat him, but just thought it was funny: "Really? If you wanted to eat dumplings that bad, then why did you say no in the afternoon?"
He’d simply spat it out, not prepared to actually hear an answer.
But when his voice fell, he saw Shen Cheng's expressionless and serious face. The man got closer, because the autumn wind was blowing, he put his jacket on Jian Shiwu's shoulder and whispered: "Because everyone else had them, and they all got them before me."
Jian Shiwu was bewildered.
Because he was close, he could smell the good aroma on the man's body wrapped in a faint smell of smoke, and Shen Cheng's low voice: "So I was not happy."
Jian Shiwu looked up, looking at the tall, mature and handsome man in front of him, it was generally hard for people to believe that someone who seemed so sensible would just say something so childish, even Jian Shiwu was not expecting it and laughed: "Are you jealous of your employees?"
Shen Cheng didn't say anything.
Jane Shiwu didn't know where he got the guts to poke him: "Are you young and childish ah. What do you think, everyone's share is to be polite, the one for you must be the only one ah, this point your not even confident?"
He was joking, but he didn’t expect to look up and meet Shen Cheng’s eyes, "No."
Shen Cheng warmly embraced him, clasping his waist tightly, his voice hoarse: "I don't have confidence in myself."
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