Chapter 31 The Third and the Last Time
âYouâre married? You look very young,â the man asked, slightly shocked, and then decided it wasnât polite. âIâm sorry. I was just surprised.â
The air stewardess left after delivering the juice.
Song Liangjiang looked at the glass of greenish juice in front of her. The meaning was rather obvious.
Was that man getting too much into his character?
Why would a couple who were going to divorce and had no feelings for each other, be seen in a scene where one party caught the other one cheating?
Not long after the juice was delivered, Li Chuan came over.
Li Chuan bent down slightly and whispered without disturbing others, âA monthâs worth of milk tea. Can you go back?â
He really didnât want to continue sitting beside his boss. His bossâ expression looked like he could throw him off the plane any moment.
Song Liangjiang listened quietly to Li Chuan. âI can select the flavor?â
Li Chuan nodded. âIâll pay for your order.â
âAnd my seniors?â
âSure.â
âDeal.â Song Liangjiang packed her stuff with a grin. When she got up, she even brought the green juice with her. âI canât waste your President Chuâs good intentions.â
Li Chuan smiled elegantly and made way for her. This was the coupleâs problem. He merely wanted to change back to his own seat.
Song Liangjiang carried the glass of juice and slowly returned to the first-class cabin. Chu Jingmo was talking to Luo Fuyang across the aisle. She went over and placed the juice on the table in front of Chu Jingmo. âYouâre welcome.â
Chu Jingmo looked at the woman who appeared in front of him. âWhat benefits did Li Chuan offer you?â.
He didnât believe sheâd come back so voluntarily without something to gain.
After Song Liangjiang sat down, her body finally relaxed. Indeed, it was better to be
rich.
âA monthâs worth of milk tea,â she replied as she stretched lazily. She was in a good mood.
Chu Jingmo was speechlessâ¦
She could be so happy with free milk tea for a month. He had never seen her so happy even after being offered 30 million yuan.
âIs that all youâve got?â
Song Liangjiang immediately scoffed. âPeople like you who donât work overtime donât know the wonders of milk tea.â
âCoffeeâs more amazing.â
âThatâs for the wealthy. Donât flaunt your wealth in front of the poor.â
âThatâs a matter of taste. It has nothing to do with money.â
âYou mean you look down on milk tea? What, you think youâre superior just because you drink coffee?â
The two of them bickered back and forth over a boring topic. Luo Fuyang sat on the other side of the aisle and heard their conversation clearly. She knew that Song Liangjiang liked silly stuff, but she didnât know that Chu Jingmo would join in.
At the very least, Chu Jingmo would never say such stuff in the past.
Eventually, Song Liangjiangâs voice became softer and softer. And finally, her little head began to droop.
Chu Jingmo found an air stewardess and got her with a blanket. When he approached her, he could still hear her talking.
âMilk tea is the best.â
Chu Jingmo was speechlessâ¦
His lips curled up unconsciously, but he quickly wiped it away and covered her with a blanket.
âYou donât seem like you anymore,â Luo Fuyang said to Chu Jingmo.
âNobody changes. Itâs just that youâve discovered that the scope of your understanding isnât that broad,â Chu Jingmo said slowly. âAnd you put this lack of understanding and interpreted it as someone else changing. To put it more clearly, itâs just a form of self-interest.â
Luo Fuyang laughed softly. âYouâre right. I realized that things werenât as I understood them. Itâs just that I didnât know them well enough, and it wasnât anyone elseâs fault. Iâm enlightened.â
Chu Jingmo picked up a document that he was halfway through and continued reading, but Luo Fuyang glanced at the sleeping Song Liangjiang. âIf that girl from the Xuan family is still aliveâ¦â
âI never make assumptions because thereâs no point,â said Chu Jingmo. He looked up at Luo Fuyang. âThe dead are long gone. Let the living leave the dead alone.â
Luo Fuyang was stunned. Chu Jingmoâs tone was calm, but he was also blaming her.
âIâm being rude.â
Chu Jingmo continued to read the document. The eldest daughter of the Xuan family was also what his mother had often mentioned. He didnât remember much about the little baby. He only remembered that she looked like a fair and soft little ball. Most of his memories came from the people around him over the years, who would bring up the verbal agreement from time to time.
At the thought of this, Chu Jingmo looked at Song Liangjiang. If that girl was still alive, she would be around the same age as her.
Luo Fuyang watched as Chu Jingmo gazed at Song Liangjiang. He didnât look away and she clenched her fists quietly.
It was already dark outside when Song Liangjiang woke up, but the plane was still flying. She stretched and accidentally touched Chu Jingmo beside her.
The lights were off, and everyone around them was asleep.
Song Liangjiang turned to look at Chu Jingmo, who was sleeping soundly. He was exactly the same as Little Rice Ball. She had finally found Little Rice Ballâs genes.
Although Little Rice Bun and Little Rice Ball were still young and their faces were chubby, she thought that they looked extremely similar to Chu Jingmo. Perhaps they would resemble their father when they grew up.
If she waited for the twins to turn eighteen, she would only be thirty-eight. If she walked on the road with her two sons, people might even think that they were siblings. Wouldnât that feel so good?
Song Liangjiang propped her chin and looked at Chu Jingmo. She grinned sheepishly as she thought about it.
âHave you seen enough?â Chu Jingmo suddenly spoke. His voice wasnât loud, but there was a hint of playfulness in it.
âWhoâs looking at you?â Song Liangjiang retorted in a low voice. She was thinking about her sons, okay? She wasnât looking at him.
Just as she was about to back away, Chu Jingmo reached out and pressed her against his chest. âDo it openly if you want. Thereâs no need to sneak around.â
Song Liangjiang was speechless.
âIf my eyes could kill, you would be dead now. Iâm not looking at you.â She pushed his chest and tried to get up, but the arm around her was too heavy for her to push.
Chu Jingmo woke up the moment she did. He was resting with his eyes closed, just to see what she would do.
Unexpectedly, this woman was staring at him in a daze. In the end, she even smiled.
What did she think of?
That little bun?
âSong Liangjiang, let me ask you again. Is there something youâre hiding from me?â She couldnât break free and was forced to lean against his chest. Sure enough, she heard this familiar question again.
âThere are many things you donât know about me. If you think Iâm hiding them from you, then you think too highly of yourself.â Song Liangjiang snorted. âLet go of me. Hurry up.â
âSong Liangjiang, this is the third and last time.â He had given this woman three chances. She didnât want it. Chu Jingmo pushed her away and adjusted his seat. His tone turned cold and forbidding.
Song Liangjiang didnât understand and felt inexplicably uneasy. What did he mean?