Lin Jing tilted her head back and looked up, then froze.
It was Chen Jing.
He propped himself up with one hand on the fixed glass of the other half of the window, leaning halfway out and stretching his neck. He smiled and reminded her, "Little sister, you're lost. This isn't your house."
Lin Jing: "..."
Little sister?
Lin Jing's throat constricted. She looked down at her chest, then tilted her head back to look at Chen Jing.
Seeing that she wasn't leaving but was still looking at him, Chen Jing looked back at her.
They stared at each other for about ten seconds. Chen Jing understood: "...Sasaeng fan?"
Lin Jing: "..."
Sasaeng fan, your mom...
The curse was at the tip of her tongue, but before Lin Jing could spit it out, her phone rang.
She looked down at the caller ID; it was from the charity organization. She glared fiercely at Chen Jing, turned her back, and dragged her suitcase to the roadside opposite the villa to take the call.
The caller was a person in charge at the charity. "Lin Jing, the person who didn't leave a name, only a phone number ending in 25. He previously sponsored several poor students. They did well on their entrance exams and made him handmade gifts. They want us to give them to him. You've always been responsible for liaising with him, so can you contact him and ask for an address or something?" Su Dan Novel Network.
Lin Jing got Sheng Kuang's phone number after failing her college entrance exam for the first time.
She kept that number in her contacts until a year later when she received her Peking University acceptance letter. After successfully enrolling, she joined the charity as a volunteer on Jiang Wan's suggestion. Then, on a charity roster, she saw a familiar phone number.
She was the one who volunteered to be responsible for liaising with that number.
In the past year, apart from charity matters, she hadn't called Sheng Kuang for any other reason.
She had contacted Sheng Kuang many times during that year, but each time, she was still somewhat excited and nervous.
After hanging up the person in charge's call, Lin Jing swallowed, took a deep breath, and dialed Sheng Kuang's number.
The moment the signal connected, along with the ringtone from Lin Jing's phone, a pleasant ringing sound came from behind her.
Lin Jing was startled by the coincidence. She thought, it's strange, as soon as she made a call, a ringing sound came from behind her. If one didn't know, they'd think Sheng Kuang was right behind her...
Chen Jing's voice suddenly sounded: "Kuang Zai."
Lin Jing's hand trembled, and she instinctively turned her head.
Sheng Kuang, wearing a black mask and carrying a large bag, stood at the door she had just rung the doorbell at, fumbling in his pocket for his phone.
Lin Jing: "!!"
It was really that coincidental.
Sheng Kuang was indeed right behind her.
The moment Sheng Kuang answered the phone, Lin Jing, without thinking, took the phone from her ear and hung up.
Chen Jing opened the door from the inside: "Whose call?"
Sheng Kuang put his phone back in his pocket: "I don't know."
Sheng Kuang entered the house and was about to walk further inside when he saw Chen Jing standing at the door, propping it open and staring intently across the street. He paused, turned his head, and was about to ask Chen Jing what he was doing when his peripheral vision caught sight of someone across the road.
A petite girl, wearing a pleated skirt, white sneakers, and socks matching her top. Her legs were slender and straight, reflecting light in the summer sun.
Sheng Kuang's gaze moved up, landing on Lin Jing's masked face.
The mask was a bit familiar; the Pikachu printed on it seemed familiar.
As Sheng Kuang was wondering where he had seen the mask before, Chen Jing next to him suddenly exclaimed as if he had just remembered: "I remember, I know who she is."
"Kuang Zai, the anti-fan!"
"She's that anti-fan who wanted to be your mom during the finals."
Lin Jing: "..."
Sasaeng fan, anti-fan...
Lin Jing instantly felt like smashing her phone onto Chen Jing's forehead.
Sheng Kuang, who had a clear impression of this "anti-fan," slowly let out a "hmm," his gaze shifting from Lin Jing's face to the large suitcase by her legs.
Seeing that both of them had entered the villa, Lin Jing pulled up her chat history, confirmed the house number again, and then dragged her large suitcase across the road to stand before them: "Excuse me, is this C-1-2?"
Sheng Kuang, holding his things, looked down at Lin Jing, who was shorter than him, through the door: "Yes."
Lin Jing: "Then, may I ask how you two entered this villa?"
Chen Jing was amused by Lin Jing's question: "Certainly not by climbing in."
Lin Jing shot Chen Jing a sideways glance: "I mean, did you get permission from the villa's owner to enter?"
Chen Jing was completely amused and laughed heartily, bumping Sheng Kuang's arm: "Master, did you get permission from the villa's owner to enter?"
Mas-master...
Lin Jing heard the address and paused for two seconds. She stiffly turned her head to look at Sheng Kuang: "...Isn't this Auntie Qin Yao's house?"
Sheng Kuang: "Yes."
Lin Jing: "Then..."
Sheng Kuang: "Auntie Qin Yao is my mother."
Lin Jing: "Then the villa's password..."
Sheng Kuang: "I changed it."
Lin Jing: "..."
Sheng Kuang drooped his eyelids and looked at the speechless young girl. After a moment, he asked, "How do you know Auntie Qin Yao?"
Why did he keep imitating her calling Auntie Qin Yao?
Lin Jing's lips trembled. She pulled up WeChat and played Qin Yao's voice message from their group chat for Sheng Kuang.
The familiar voice, the familiar tone.
Sheng Kuang's head started to ache slightly. Before Lin Jing could finish playing it, he raised his eyelids and asked, "So, you're going to live here?"
Lin Jing wasn't insistent on living here.
Before, no one was living here. Now that the owner's son had moved in, she naturally didn't need to stay here.
Lin Jing shook her head: "I don't have to live here."
Sheng Kuang: "No, you can live here."
Chen Jing's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Sheng Kuang: "Kuang Zai?!"
Sheng Kuang ignored Chen Jing and looked down at Lin Jing: "You must live here."