âThis cake was originally given to her.â
Su Peizhen stood there motionlessly. She looked at Ling Jing and didnât react for a moment.
The shop assistant said that this cake was given to her girlfriend. Ling Jing said that this cake was given to her.
When did she become his girlfriend?
Did she admit it?
Su Peizhen didnât answer, nor did she say anything.
Ling Jing looked at her. The shop assistant had already packed the cake and put it on the counter.
Su Peizhen didnât reach out to take it. She glanced at Ling Jing and turned to leave.
Ling Jing quickly grabbed her hand and put the box of cake in her hand. âHere.â
Su Peizhenâs hand shrank, and the cake almost fell to the ground. Ling Jing caught it in time. He looked at Su Peizhen as if he had been wronged.
âDonât you want it?â
Who wanted it? She wasnât her girlfriend.
Ling Jing held her hand and walked to a chair at the side to sit down. The moment he held her hand, Su Peizhen instinctively wanted to shake him off, but it was in his shop.
In public, she didnât want to give him too much face.
Ling Jing placed the cake on the table and signaled the shop assistant to pour su Peizhen a cup of hot drink.
The shop assistant quickly brought a cup of hot cocoa over, and Ling Jing placed the cup of hot drink in front of Su Peizhen. Ling Jing waved his hand, and the shop assistants all went to the back kitchen.
One of the shop assistants even thoughtfully closed the door for them and hung the sign that the shop was temporarily closed outside.
âPeizhen, what do you think of this place?â
Su Peizhen didnât say anything. Ling Jing kept holding her hand. She wanted to pull it out, but he was stronger.
âIâve been thinking. Why Donât You Forgive Me? Itâs because you think I lied to you. Later, I figured it out. If you think I lied to you, then I wonât lie to you.â
âYou once said that being a baker is good too. Now I realize that it feels good too.â
âIâve been learning this cake for more than a month, and itâs beginning to show results.â. âActually, Iâve made many cakes before.â. âBut I felt that the taste was a little bad, so I never displayed the cakes I made, nor did I think of giving them to you.â. âThe cake youâre looking at now is the one I feel is the best recently.â
Su Peizhen was silent, her lips pursed into a straight line.
âI didnât lie when I went to your house last time. I was really chased out by my old man. Because I told him that I would rather be your gigolo than inherit the family business.â
Su Peizhen finally looked at him, and Ling Jing spread his hands.
âIâm serious. You may not believe it, but Iâm really bored.â
âYou probably donât know this, but my old man is my father. He has five illegitimate children. Iâm his youngest child. Speaking of which, Iâm also an illegitimate child.â
Su Peizhen furrowed her brows slightly. This time, she forcefully pulled her hand back, but she didnât leave. Instead, she picked up the cup of hot cocoa in front of her.
âNow that I think about it, it should be the year before last. When you saw me a year ago, it was me who was betrayed by my most trusted subordinate. He took money from my good brothers, and after betraying me, he gave me a knife.â
... Su Peizhen had never heard him mention this before. She raised her head to look at him, still expressionless.
âAfter I was betrayed, I met you. âEven though you saved me, I really didnât trust you. âIn the beginning, so at the beginning, I didnât think of revealing my identity. âLater, you actually treated me as a hooligan, a gigolo, and I was a little angry. So at that time, I really wanted to trick you.â
âBut later on, the more I got along with you, the more I liked you. In the end, I found that I couldnât let go of you. At that time, I was actually very afraid.â
âDonât laugh at me. I was really afraid. I was afraid that you would hate me. I was afraid that you wouldnât forgive me.â
âThatâs why I made that request to you. I hope that you can promise me one thing.â
âYou promised me. I thought I had a free pass, but the truth is, I didnât expect you to bump into my mother looking for me in advance.â
âI wanted to explain to you that day, but I didnât expect that I would receive those photos from that bastard Huo Yifan.â
âI was angry at that time.â. âOn one hand, I hate the past between you and him. I hate that you still have contact with him.â. âOn the other hand, I donât really believe it either. âYou would give up on Huo Yifan and choose a hooligan like me.â
âI know, youâre not that kind of person. But I did lose my mind back then. Iâm sorry.â
âPei Zhen, I admit that I didnât know how to love before. âAlthough my mother loved my father very much, she never agreed to marry him. She would rather let me be an illegitimate child than marry my father. As for my father, he said that he loved my mother very much, but he openly allowed those illegitimate children of his to prance around in front of my mother every day.â
âThose older brothers of mine. On the surface, they were respectful to my brothers, but in reality, every older brother wished for me to die. They were jealous that I was born as the young master of the Ling family, and they resented that I was doted on by the old man. They even resented that I had my motherâs care for me. Because the only condition for them to enter the Ling family was that their mother had nothing to do with them anymore.â
âWith these older brothers around, no matter how much my mother cared for me, she still wanted to take care of the other childrenâs thoughts. Ever since I was young, I had never received much care from my parents. That day, I said that my mother had never served me a bowl of rice or soup. Iâm not joking. Iâm serious.â
âShe might love me, but her love is too weak. Many times, I canât feel it at all.â
âShe also never taught me how to Love Someone.â
âI really never knew what love was. And how to Love Someone.â
Ling Jing said so many words in one breath. Finally, he looked at Su Peizhen. âI donât understand. I donât understand. Thatâs why I lost you.â
âI know I didnât do well in many things in the past, I admit it. Then, can you give me a chance on account that Iâve started to improve diligently?â
âIf what you like is me when I was a hooligan, then Peizhen. Iâm willing to be that hooligan again for you, to be that gigolo you like again. If thatâs the case, can you give me a chance? Let Me Be with you again?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ling Jing said earnestly, but Su Peizhen didnât have any reaction.
He was simply in the wrong direction. What she liked was never a hooligan, but Ling Jing who was a hooligan.
âIâve been looking for you, and Iâve been telling you to start over with you. But youâre not willing. Peizhen, if youâre not willing to start over with Ling Jing, the young master of the Ling family, then can you start over with Ling Jing, who is a Hooligan?â
âYou see, I can follow our previous agreement and become a baker. I can make desserts for you. Then, you can help me open the shop across the country. What do you think?â
Not good.
Su Peizhen pursed her lips into a straight line. According to Ling Jing, his familyâs situation was complicated enough. Under such circumstances, she didnât believe that Ling Jingâs father would let Ling Jing mess around outside.
âPeizhen? Okay?â
âDonât ask me. Thatâs your business.âSu Peizhen finally had a reaction. She stood up. âYou can do whatever you want. It has nothing to do with me.â
âBut I hope it has something to do with you.âLing Jing stood up as well. âDidnât you tell me? Besides, I really wanted to learn baking because of you.â
âI said that it has nothing to do with me.âSu Peizhenâs words clearly lacked confidence.
She herself had noticed this and couldnât help but feel annoyed. âThank you for the hot drink. and the cake. How much is the total? Iâll give you the money.â
âPeizhen.âLing Jingâs expression suddenly became extremely aggrieved. âDo you have to do this?â
That look made Su Peizhen think for a moment that she and Ling Jing had returned to the past.
But they couldnât go back.
âThis cake was originally given to you. It was made for you personally by me. If you donât want it, then throw it away.â
Ling Jing spoke as if he was in a fit of pique. Su Peizhen looked at him. In the end, she didnât throw the cake away.
âThank you for the cake.â
Without saying anything else, Su Peizhen picked up the cake on the table and turned around to leave.
Ling Jing followed behind her. âWhy donât you tell me what you need to do to be willing to forgive me?â
âI really canât find a way. Su Peizhen, canât you give me a quick death?â
âLing Jing, donât do these things.â
Donât be a baker, donât waste his time here. He should go back to the Ling family and continue to be the proud young master of the Ling family.
âThen tell me, what do you want to Do?â
âI donât need you to do anything for me.â
The flamboyant, wild and free Ling Jing was himself.
He didnât need to be someone else. She didnât want to see Ling Jing like this either.
This kind of Ling Jing would make her unable to resist, make her heart soften, and make her want to let go. She wanted to give him a chance, and she wanted to do it again with him.
âBut ââhe pulled her hand again, and this time, she shook him off with much less strength.
âNo buts.âSu Peizhen hurriedly pushed open the door and left.
She walked very fast, as if there was a monster chasing after her.
Therefore, she didnât see the triumphant smile that flashed in Ling Jingâs eyes.
Su Peizhen probably didnât notice the loosening and entanglement in her eyes. However, he noticed it.
Ling Jing took off his chefâs uniform and casually took off his chefâs hat and put it aside.
Looking at the shop in front of him, he was not in a hurry. The shop was already open. He just had to wait for customers to come.
Su Peizhen had to pass by here every day. He had a lot of opportunities. It was just a matter of time.
He could afford to wait.
When Su Peizhen returned home, she was asked about the cake by Xiang caiping. She casually said that she passed by and saw that it looked good, so she bought it.
She gave the cake to Xiang caiping, but she did not want to care about it at all.
But when Xiang caiping opened the cake and asked her to eat it. She should have rejected it, but in the end, she still cut a piece.
There was a very exquisite small fork in the cake. When the cake was eaten, the taste couldnât compare to the cooking skills of a star chef, or even to the taste of a better bakery.
But this cake was made by Ling Jing.
Ling Jing â