Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âAlright, Luo, stop talking, we all know what you want. After all, Mr. Nian is so handsome and rich. I want to pretend to fall into his arms too,â Tang Ning dragged her sleeve and said to her with a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
Luosang even wanted to vomit blood. She was tripped by someone but couldnât take revenge, and ended up being seen as a lustful girl.
That was awful.
She turned to Yan Su, saw the latter nodding at her.
She sighed with relief, as at least one person knew about her real situation.
âYou should leave when the movie ended,â Nian Junting said abruptly in a bossy manner, âSince you like me, you should keep a distance from other men. Youâre not allowed to talk so happily with other men either.â
Luosang even felt like sitting in a fire. âMr. Nian, I think we should make it clear. I donât like you,â she said.
Nian Junting smiled and responded with, âYou donât like me? Then who told me that she worried she might lose herself in her love to me? And, didnât you tell me that you couldnât work in my company as a translator, because you love me so much that you couldnât even stand to live in the same city with me? I remember everything you said and when and where.â
Luosang rubbed her forehead again, regretting saying those words only to make him feel better. By now, she guessed that she couldnât possibly find an explanation for what she had told him.
âMr. Nian,â she said, âThat was long ago. You see, we havenât seen each other for over eight month. My feelings to you are gone.â
She paused, then added something strong, âI was inexperienced before. Now Iâm in college, and I found that my school is full of young and handsome boys. Theyâre all at my age, not like you. Mr. Nian, youâre six or seven years older than me, so thereâs a generation gap between you and me. You see, I can talk with them about the most popular films, stars, study, our friends, and our favorite books and food, but what can you and I possibly talk about? Stocks? Politics? Investments? I know nothing about all those.â
Hearing her, Nian Junting suddenly felt that one breath had been stuck in his chest, couldnât come out or go down. âYouâre saying that Iâm too old, arenât you?â
He believed that she was revenging on him. He couldnât think of another reason apart from that. He felt that she was such a narrow-minded woman.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI can see that youâre trying to find excuses,â he quickly calmed back down and continued, âAfter knowing a man like me, youâll find that school boys are all childish and hotheaded; youâll also find them not generous enough, career-less, and that they canât give you enough sense of security. As for your common topics, those need to be based on financial abilities. Otherwise, no matter how much you talk, your words would all be meaningless. Oh well, forget it. Iâm done talking to you. You said all that because youâre angry at me for not letting you attend the party, right? I get it. You can go to the party. After all, youâre an art student, and you need to know some directors.â
As he suddenly made a long speech, Luosang was stunned a little, didnât know which part of his words to argue against.
âThen...â she wanted to say something.
âAlright, stop talking, the movie is beginning,â while speaking, he grabbed some popcorns from her hands. After tasting the popcorns, he knitted his brows and took the bucket of popcorns away from her hands, then threw it into the trash bin and said, âItâs soft, tastes awful. Stop eating it. Itâs bad for health. Eat the pudding.â
Luosang didnât know how to respond.
âI didnât ask you to eat my popcorns. Iâm really having enough of this,â she thought, âBad for health? Why donât you say that itâll cause incurable diseases?â