"..."
Was he feeling sorry for her, wanting her to eat more?
Lin Jing was silent for two seconds, then typed a few more words.
Xiao Jing Jiang: I can't finish it.
Sheng Kuang went silent for about half a minute. Just as Lin Jing thought he wouldn't reply, her phone vibrated.
miracle: If you can't finish it, I will.
Immediately after, a transfer came through on her screen.
The amount was quite large, a full six hundred yuan.
Xiao Jing Jiang: ?
Lin Jing was genuinely confused by Sheng Kuang's series of actions.
She stared at the message and the transfer from Sheng Kuang, connecting them with the context and automatically translating his messages as:
"Order whatever you want to eat, I'll pay. It's okay if you can't finish it, I'll have it as a late-night snack when I get back."
Lin Jing felt her translation was perfectly accurate. She moved her fingers to return the six hundred yuan and then started typing on her nine-key input. Sudian Novel Network
Xiao Jing Jiang: No need.
Xiao Jing Jiang: I'll order one extra.
Thinking that it was summer and the villa was air-conditioned, Lin Jing thoughtfully added:
Xiao Jing Jiang: I'll put it in the fridge for you.
miracle: Why?
miracle: Are you afraid I'll burn myself?
miracle: Or am I not worthy of eating it hot?
Xiao Jing Jiang: ...
miracle: Forget it.
miracle: Let's just go out to eat.
Lin Jing blinked. Was he planning to go out to eat when he was hungry later?
Xiao Jing Jiang: Then I don't need to save a late-night snack for you?
Sheng Kuang sent a voice message, his tone furious, "When the hell did I say I wanted a late-night snack?"
As soon as Lin Jing heard the words "late-night snack," the voice message was recalled.
Immediately after, a new voice message appeared on her screen.
In the voice message, Sheng Kuang took a deep breath, paused for two seconds, and said, "I was talking about dinner, not a late-night snack. Do you have anything going on right now? If not, would you like to go out for a meal together?"
Lin Jing: "..."
So Sheng Kuang wasn't going to the gathering with them at all?
Lin Jing swallowed and, with a surge of bravery, glanced at the chat history above.
She could vaguely make out Sheng Kuang's two lines, "Are you afraid I'll burn myself?" and "Or am I not worthy of eating it hot?" Lin Jing felt her breathing become constricted.
She couldn't bear to read any further.
What she wanted most right now was to pack her bags and leave immediately.
miracle: ?
The new message on her phone startled Lin Jing.
She hesitated for a moment, but her selfish desire got the better of her.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Okay.
miracle: Is ten minutes enough?
Xiao Jing Jiang: Enough.
miracle: Then shall I call for a car?
Xiao Jing Jiang: Fine.
miracle: Mmm.
Two seconds later.
miracle: .
Lin Jing looked at her own "Okay," "Enough," and "Fine" that she had sent, and then at Sheng Kuang's ".". After a few seconds, she understood.
To be precise, the "." was connected to the "Mmm" before it.
... Mmm.
Lin Jing: "..."
Lin Jing had nothing to pack. She simply tied her hair up again, put on a pair of pants, and went downstairs.
The car was already waiting at the entrance. Sheng Kuang, having changed his shoes, leaned against the shoe cabinet by the entryway, looking down at his phone.
He saw her emerge from the elevator, pushed open the door, and walked out first.
Lin Jing changed her shoes, saw Sheng Kuang waiting by the car, and quickly jogged over.
As she approached, Sheng Kuang opened the car door.
Lin Jing said thank you and got in.
She thought Sheng Kuang would sit in the passenger seat. Instead, he stood still, holding the door. She couldn't help but look up at him. He lowered his eyelids and looked at the seat she was sitting on. Lin Jing blinked and quietly moved to the inner seat.
Sheng Kuang finally reacted, bending down to get into the car and closing the door.
Sheng Kuang had already set the destination when he called for the car, so Lin Jing didn't ask where they were going after getting in.
The driver, apart from politely reminding them to buckle up at the beginning, didn't say another word.
It was very quiet in the car, and Lin Jing felt guilty.
Especially with Sheng Kuang sitting next to her, she felt increasingly uneasy.
So uneasy, in fact, that she couldn't stand it anymore and quietly started to save face for herself: "I thought you went out with them."
Sheng Kuang turned his head to look at her: "Hmm?"
Sheng Kuang turned his head to look at her: "Hmm?"
Lin Jing explained earnestly, "I didn't know you were home, I thought you had gone out too. When I saw your message, I thought, since everyone else had gone out, you felt bad leaving me alone at home, so you came to appease me."
Sheng Kuang's eyes lifted at the corner of his eye: "Appease?"
Lin Jing: "..."
She didn't understand why he had latched onto that word after she had said so much.
She herself was also at fault, with so many Chinese characters available, why use the word "appease" unnecessarily.
Besides, perhaps he had just come over to politely show some concern for her.
And she had insisted on misinterpreting politeness as appeasement, making herself look so self-important.
"Appease," Sheng Kuang muttered the word again, then chuckled as if he found her choice of word amusing.
Lin Jing's face felt a little hot from his laughter.
She was silent for a few seconds, then slowly turned her head to look at him, slowly blinked her eyes, and said stiffly with a blank expression, "My choice of words might not be very precise, please don't take it to heart."
Sheng Kuang stared at her face for a moment and replied with a "Mmm."
Seeing that he didn't say anything further, Lin Jing thought the matter was over.
The car was quiet for a short while.
Sheng Kuang, sitting beside her, suddenly seemed to remember something and lightly chuckled again, "Not very precise?"
"..."
Lin Jing froze and slowly turned her neck to look at him.
Sheng Kuang leaned back against the seat in a relaxed posture, looking at the muted competition video on his phone, and said carelessly, "I actually think it's quite precise."