Luo Chong was surprised at the cheerful tone of his father's voice.
"Hi." Luo Chong said as he took off his shoes and jacket.
His father hummed a happy tune to himself as he ate, and a magazine opened in front of him.
"A beautiful day?" Luo Chong asked as he grabbed himself from the fridge to have a drink.
"The weather's been good, I think," he said.“
Luo Chong didn't say anything else. He decided to leave without asking too many questions to exchange pleasantries. He was waiting for the phone call in his bedroom. He had been looking forward to it because Yang Jiaqi's family and her parents had left. Yang Jiaqi had just returned to her bedroom. In a fit of anger, she told her father. At the hospital, he had postponed his speech, but now that she had calmed down, her father felt comfortable disciplining her for her indiscretion.
Fortunately, Luo Chong covered her and told him that Yang Jiaqi was in her house. When he called her, he realized what must have happened. Luo Chong adjusted the story. When he insisted on talking to her, Yang Jiaqi said and left to have breakfast with Luo Chong. This helped her to say that something had happened to her, and she had tried to make Luo Chong completely fall into her father's favor. They would have to work harder from now on, but…
Yang Ji and Lao Lun left home. A friend of theirs had a birthday party at about six in the evening, and they didn't expect to be back until that night. Not long after Yang Jiaqi shouted, he walked over. They went downstairs to the basement, Yang Jiaqi curled up beside her, and Luo Chong rested her head on his lap as he ran his hand through her hair. She did not cry, but she was still unhappy. She ignored her mother's call. She was angry at herself. She knew the pattern of her mother's illness. She should be ready to break down.
Yang Jiaqi was terrified. Her mother had sent her a message, and those words were the most important to her mother before she tried to end her life. Luo Chong's touch was soothing, but Yang Jiaqi seemed almost unreachable. The terrible thought that she might have lost her mother after their last interaction had been…She would never ignore a call from her mother again. Luo Chong felt Yang Jiaqi stirring on his lap, so she sat up.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly, brushing her hair and her eyes.
Luo Chong had just held her, so he didn't know what she needed. What was he saying? It made her feel even worse. He held her comfortingly, caressed her back, made her cry until she had no tears left to cry, and then hugged her as she regained control of herself. Yang Jiaqi felt exhausted, both emotionally and physically drained. Luo Chong continued to hug her, unwilling to leave for a long time, even though he knew that time was getting shorter. Her father and Lauren would be home soon.
" I love you," he told her. He brushed her hair and her face, revealing her red eyes and torn cheeks.
"I'm sorry." she said.
Yang Jiaqi hated that she was doing this for him. She hated this scary side of him and her life.
"What do you have to regret?" Luo Chong said.
He was now a part of her life. All of this was not just a good time.
" Maybe, she would actually…" Yang Jiaqi couldn't get the words, her own voice disgusted her frailty.
Luo Chong held her for a while before he really needed to leave. Yang Jiaqi looked at the bottom of his clothes and felt lonely. He opened the door and rushed into the room with Winston, jumping onto the bed and curling up against her, pressing her warm and lovable. The little pug always tried to make Yang Jiaqi feel better. Luo Chong saw that she had calmed down. Her doting puppy was making a fuss over something he had already gotten, and he stuck his paws to it.
Luo Chong thought that this might be something related to her strong maternal instincts. She had been taking care of him since he was young. When her mother came, she was already very little. Her father, until he met Lauren, was not only her family, but also her friend. She looked at the people passing by, the things she cared about, and when she filled this role, she felt the most for herself. Yang Jiaqi had all the maternal instincts that her own mother could not provide.
Once dressed, Luo Chong sat on the bed and gave Winston a smack behind his ear. He leaned forward and kissed Yang Jiaqi on the forehead. This earned him a final smile from her.
"Call me tomorrow, okay?”he asked.
Yang Jiaqi nodded. He caressed the side of her face and leaned forward to kiss her. She had returned to her normal self again, and now she had her tears.
"Maybe I'll be in the bathtub when I do," she said.
Luo Chong laughed softly. "Perhaps I will teleport again."
"I do." she answered.
Luo Chong hurried through the gate. His car was safe in the backyard garage. His coat was hanging in the closet, his aunt was sleeping in the study room with the TV still playing, his father was in his office, and he walked past. When he reached the third floor and reached his bedroom, he heard a voice coming from behind him.
"Luo Chong?" his mother said.
Luo Chong opened it. His mother was sleeping in a long T-shirt and sweatpants, a pair of loose hair wrapped around her shoulders.
"Oh, good night." he said.
" Actually, Luo Chong, I want to talk to you," Marilyn said.
Sound. This was a scolding sound. You've already made some mistakes.
" Alright," Luo Chong said nervously.
His mother approached him. She was half a foot shorter than him, but still very difficult.
"How is Yang Jiaqi's mother?" she asked.
"Yes, she has been stable."
"Alright." Marilyn said, nodding. "What about Yang Jiaqi?" "She asked."
"A little shaken, but I think she'll be all right," he said.
"Yes, she seems to be rather elastic," said his mother.”
"Yes, she is. Good night.”Luo Chong replied. Before he tried to shake her off, she had already started scolding him.
"Actually, I'm not saying that it's just not yet.”his mother said. She didn't raise her voice, she didn't even have any substantial change in her tone, but Yan Luochong stopped dead in his tracks and prepared to apologize, never passing his lips.
"Your father was disappointed. He didn't see Yang Jiaqi today.”Marilyn told him.
" Oh," Luo Chong said.
"Yes, I see her completely too much, on the other hand," she said.
Luo Chong blinked. "What?" he asked.
He had thought that his mother liked her Yang Jiaqi's brunch.
"Yes, I saw your lamp, wanted you to learn, and wanted to ask if you wanted some breakfast, though it was a rather sweet sleeping position, and I must say, the pretense left much to be improved," she said.
Luo Chong's eyes widened.
" She looks pretty good without Jane's dress, but," his mother continued. "I believe what you said to my dear daughter this morning? Her fingerprints are all here."
" Mom, I…"
"I don't like being lied to, Luo Chong. I don't like it when you feel the need to lie about Yang Jiaqi's existence in our home, to all of us.”she continued. "Do you know what your father would do if he met her with you?”
Luo Chong's jaw tightened. "He can't have gotten very far.”
His mother's hand pressed down on his arm. "He might not be able to hurt your body, Luo Chong, but there are other ways to cause pain.”"Your father was not a cruel man, not by design, but when he decided that a certain course of action was needed, he did everything within his power to ensure that all works fell into place.”
"What do I have?" Luo Chong asked.
"Here, your mother." she said softly, smiling bitterly. "I don't know, Luo Chong. Your father has a kind heart. He can be generous and have abundant love, but when it comes to tough love, he is a big supporter.”
" Yes, it's love that strikes your daughter." Luo Chong spat.
Marilyn let her hand fall on his arm. "I won't tell him that Yang Jiaqi was here last night. Make sure you don't get used to it."
"Alright then." he replied, still a little angry.
His mother looked at him sadly, as if she was about to say something, but changed her mind.
"Good night." she said.
"Good night." Luo Chong replied and disappeared from his bedroom.
Xiao Min sat opposite Yang Jiaqi and drank her glass of wine. Yang Jiaqi had already trained for her and then met her friends at the food store. Now that spring had come in full force, the temperature on this day had risen to the seventies, a rare occurrence at the start of the season. Yang Jiaqi was wearing a denim skirt and a pink T-shirt, making full use of the warmth of the day. Xiao Min, on the other hand, chose to wear a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans.
They went shopping after they left, but Xiao Min didn't buy anything. Yang Jiaqi couldn't figure out the reason why she seemed to be uncomfortable. She listened to Yang Jiaqi retelling the events of the past two days and laughed at her for discovering the predicament she and Luo Chong were in. But it kept smiling perfunctorily, because people expected it, not because it had any fun in the conversation.
"Xiao Min, are you okay?" Yang Jiaqi asked her friend about this unfamiliar feeling after a few hours.
"What is it? Yes, I'm fine." Xiao Min replied. "Why?"
"You don't look well," she said worriedly.
Xiao Min was fine with her, but she emphasized Yang Jiaqi's question about the exam. The truth was that her reconciliation with Wei Ming did not last more than 12 hours, and he was not always very gentle with her when the two of them blew again.
"Is there anything else?" Yang Jiaqi said.
" No," Xiao Min replied." I'm fine."”She smiled and comforted him, or at least tried.
Yang Jiaqi didn't know if she saw something that didn't exist, but Luo Chong's words made her worried. Xiao Min wasn't like this, unless there was some serious mistake. There wasn't enough joy in the exam, and she was like this. She seemed to be tired, and it was beyond what sleep could relieve. They drove to Yang Jiaqi's house in their respective cars. Yang Jiaqi watched a movie on her laptop while doing her nails.
Yang Jiaqi and Xiao Min persuaded her to try her makeup and hair styling. Her classes at the community college were going very well, her tutor liked her, and she really liked what she was doing. Xiao Min let Yang Jiaqi comb her hair, spray and put chemicals into work to make it look a certain way, and passively sat down as she gently applied makeup on her face. Yang Jiaqi's soft touch affected Xiao Min, making her more relaxed than she had been in Zhou.
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