128 You’re Tired of Me
“Indeed.” Lin Jiao pushed the bowl to her.
She rolled up some rice noodles. “He’s too soft-hearted and indecisive. He can’t handle Xia Nanrui.”
Pei Yilan agreed.
She chewed on the beef. “I’ll teach him a lesson the next time we meet.”
The so-called ‘Teaching a lesson’ was mostly just a quarrel.
Lin Jiao could already imagine the lively scene brought about by the two of them.
She finished the entire bowl of rice noodles and changed the topic to Jiang Ye. “When will he finish filming?”
“The week after next.”
“Did the company arrange a new drama for him?”
“No.” Pei Yilan scanned the payment code. “He’s terminating his contract with the company at the end of the month.”
“How much does he have to pay to terminate the contract?”
“Six million.”
Lin Jiao was stunned for a moment. “That much?” She couldn’t help but worry. “Does he have enough savings?”
“He does.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not!” Pei Yilan knew what she was worried about and said seriously, “He doesn’t need my help.”
Seeing that she did not seem to be lying, Lin Jiao was slightly relieved.
She threw away the tissue in her hand and walked out slowly. “Which company is he going to join next?”
“Star River.”
“Then it’ll be easier for you to find him.”
“That’s right.” Pei Yilan’s eyes were filled with hope for the future. “I want to live with him in the future.”
Her smile was brighter than the stars.
Lin Jiao listened to her plan quietly, hoping that everything she wanted would come true.
“Jiaojiao.” Pei Yilan stopped outside the elevator and asked in a low voice, “Did you get the ring you bought?”
“It’ll arrive tomorrow.”
“Show me when you get it.”
“Okay.” Lin Jiao gave her a look. After the other employees left, she went to the top floor alone.
Pei Zhi, who had been waiting for her, made a cup of black tea and placed it on the coffee table.
He sat on the sofa and tapped his right hand on his knee a few times, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching.
When that figure entered his vision, his distant and cold eyes were filled with warmth.
“What did you have for lunch?” He reached out a hand and pulled her into his arms as usual.
“Pork ribs and rice noodles.”
“The same noodle shop as last time?”
“Yes.” Lin Jiao wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “Are you busy today?”
“Not really.” Pei Zhi picked up the cup of black tea.
He fed her two sips. “I met with a partner this morning, and I have two more meetings this afternoon.”
Lin Jiao pursed her lips.
She kissed the corner of his lips. “Then rest with me later.”
“Kiss me again.”
“Did you hear what I just said?”
Pei Zhi held the back of her head and gradually closed the distance between them.
He tasted her lips until his mouth was filled with sweetness before pulling away.
“Do you still want to drink black tea?”
“No.” His slightly hoarse voice entered Lin Jiao’s ear like an electric current.
It made her whole back itch.
She leaned into his arms. “Manager Wu is treating us to dinner tomorrow. I can’t have dinner with you.”
“Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow night?”
“Pick me up and take me to your house?”
“Don’t you remember the letter of guarantee you wrote?” Pei Zhi pinched her cheek, his eyes filled with affection.
“It must be very late after dinner.” Lin Jiao looked at him seriously. “It’s not safe for me to go home alone.”
She could always find a lot of excuses.
Every time this happened, Pei Zhi felt that the second clause of the letter of guarantee was ineffectual. “I’ll send you to your house.”
“What if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night?”
“Ming Xin’s security is top notch. Usually, something like that won’t happen.”
Lin Jiao could not refute him.
She fiddled with the cufflinks on his sleeve and lowered her head in disappointment. “You don’t care about me at all.”
Pei Zhi, who had guessed that this would happen, held back from falling into her trap.
He changed the topic. “Be a good girl. Let’s go in to have a rest.”
“You’re tired of me.”
“How is that possible?”
“No need to explain.” She sniffed, looking like she was about to cry. “I know I’m not important.”
Out of the blue, she started acting.
Pei Zhi took a piece of tissue to help her wipe the non-existent tears.
He patted her back cooperatively and coaxed, “I’ll take you to my house tomorrow, okay?”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Lin Jiao stopped crying in a second.
She put her arms around his neck and looked up. “I want to sleep now.”
“Not crying anymore?”
“I already cried my eyes out.”
Pei Zhi let out a low laugh.
He carried her into the lounge and changed into their pajamas before hitting the bed.
“Good afternoon.” He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead.
Lin Jiao closed her eyes, feeling peaceful.
She pressed against his chest and wrapped herself in that unique smell of his.
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The hotpot restaurant Wu Xiuwen booked was not far from Sheng Heng.
After the employees of the planning department clocked out, they walked out of the hall and strolled along Sycamore Street.
Meng Xi, who was here for the first time, looked at the restaurants on both sides. “Senior, which restaurant do you think is the best?”
“About the same.”
“What if you had to pick one?”
Lin Jiao pointed at the rice noodle shop. “They have a variety of dishes. You won’t get tired of it easily.”
“Rice noodles?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Yeah.” Meng Xi looked disgusted and did not even want to look at it. “Eating that kind of thing is no different from chewing plastic.”
Lin Jiao finally realized how picky she was.
She followed Zheng Yi and the others into the hotpot restaurant. When she found a seat and sat down, she asked, “Then what do you usually eat?”
“It depends.” Meng Xi wiped the chair repeatedly. “Most of the time, I eat Western food and seafood.”
“Such as?”
“Snails, caviar, sea urchins, bellon oysters, and bluefin tuna.”
Lin Jiao nodded casually.
She took the menu from a female colleague. “Do you want to eat any of these?”
“No.” Meng Xi did not like any of the dishes.
She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. After Lin Jiao was done ordering, she complained, “Doesn’t this shop even prepare aprons for us?”
“They do.”
“Where?”
“The waiter will bring it over.”
Lin Jiao knew that Meng Qian would continue to complain for the rest of the dinner.
In order to avoid being used as an emotional garbage dump, she put down her teacup in time and struck up a conversation with other colleagues.
“Guess who I saw?” Zhuo Yuan, who had returned from the washroom, interrupted them with a smile.
“Who is it?”
“Wang Rui!” She raised her chin and pointed it at the corridor. “I saw her wearing a waiter’s uniform.”
“Seriously?”
“Postive.”
“Why is she working here?” The two colleagues sitting opposite Lin Jiao were surprised.
It was not that they looked down on waiters, but they did not expect Wang Rui to become a waiter.
“The salary here is not bad.” Zhuo Yuan thought of the recruitment poster posted at the door. “Five thousand a month, and food and accommodation are included.”