Chen Ying immediately lost face, and said with a smile, "It's okay, you can block me if your WeChat Moments involve privacy."
Xie Wang gave him a cold look: "This is impolite. If you knew you were going to block the other person, why did you add them in the first place?"
Just two sentences left Chen Ying speechless, her face pale and the tips of her fingers holding the cup turning slightly white.
Xie Wang usually tries to suppress his aura when recording programs, but now that it's over, he doesn't need to show any more mercy.
Just as he said, he has a quick temper and a bad temper, and no one dares to go against him, whether at home or at the company.
This is just how he is.
Just then, Xie Wang's phone rang.
He got up to take it, and as he stood not far away, his expression grew increasingly somber, and his tone revealed a hint of anxiety.
Ling Shuangjiang looked at him, with a bad feeling.
Soon, Xie Wang hurried up to Ling Shuangjiang and said, "Shuangjiang, something has suddenly happened at my home, and I have to go back immediately."
Ling Shuangjiang stood up, her expression worried: "Take care of things at home first. How are you going to get back now?"
Xie Wang: "My assistant has come to pick me up."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Come on, I'll help you pack your luggage."
Xie Wang's luggage was already packed, so there was no need to pack it again. The family's private jet was parked on the nearest helipad. He pulled his luggage and stood at the door looking at Ling Shuangjiang: "I'm sorry, Shuangjiang, I can't take you home."
Ling Shuangjiang shook her head: "It's alright, I can go back by myself."
Behind him, Xie Wang's assistant was waiting.
Xie Wang had no time to say more; his steps were swift as lightning, and soon his figure disappeared into the darkness.
Ling Shuangjiang stood there for a very long time, until the warmth on the beach called to him, before he turned and left.
Fox failed the challenge and had to accept a punishment. The production team didn't make things difficult for him. They let him do a few dare games and then let everyone disperse.
The next day.
Everyone pulled their suitcases and left the beach one after another in their assistants' cars. Lu Shaoheng stood at Ling Shuangjiang's door for a while, then knocked on his car door.
"Frostfall, would you like to come with me?" Lu Shaoheng remained humble and gentle. "I can have my assistant take you home first."
Ling Shuangjiang politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but my home is only a few hours away by plane. Besides, I plan to go to the city center for a stroll before I leave."
Lu Shaoheng smiled tentatively, "Walking around alone is so boring, shall I keep you company?"
This question left Ling Shuangjiang stunned for a few seconds.
Seeing Ling Shuangjiang's surprised and troubled expression, Lu Shaoheng said, "Just kidding, I'll be going now."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Be careful."
After seeing Lu Shaoheng off, Ling Shuangjiang also prepared to leave. One by one, the surrounding RVs were driven away, but he did not head towards the door. Instead, he went to the mailbox where the guests wrote letters to each other.
He was all alone.
He took a letter from his pocket, put it in the mailbox labeled Xie Wang, and left silently.
On the letter paper was a line of beautiful handwriting:
To: Xie Wang
I secretly like you.
By Ling Shuangjiang.
—
The town, which had just been shrouded in rain, was covered with a layer of white mist.
Ling Shuangjiang pulled her suitcase as she walked along the black and white streets of the water town. Wooden boats glided slowly around her. Old Man Wang, wearing a straw hat, called out to Ling Shuangjiang, "A-Jiang is back!"
Ling Shuangjiang turned her head and jogged over to greet Uncle Wang, "Yes, work is finished."
Mr. Wang kept saying, "My granddaughter said that you are a big star now and asked me to ask you for an autograph when I have time."
Ling Shuang lowered her smile and said, "Okay, I'll send it to you later."
Old Wang laughed heartily: "Come on! Get on the boat, I'll take you home, we'll take a shortcut."
Ling Shuangjiang politely thanked her, "Then I'll trouble you."
The small boat glided leisurely through the bridge arch, and Ling Shuangjiang tilted her head back comfortably, her white coat billowing in the wind, looking relaxed and carefree.
“Your mother is a celebrity now. Many people from the neighborhood come to her to learn the art of kesi (silk tapestry weaving). She is very busy every day.”
Ling Shuangjiang looked up at Uncle Wang: "How did they know my mother could weave silk tapestries?"
Uncle Wang pondered, "I heard from my granddaughter that a famous luxury brand recently launched something that your mother made herself."
Ling Shuangjiang murmured, "So fast."
Soon after, Ling Shuangjiang bid farewell to Old Man Wang and arrived at her doorstep.
Pushing open the vermilion wooden gate, Lin Yinci was busy teaching her students how to use tools in the courtyard.
Seeing Ling Shuangjiang return, she called out affectionately, "Our darling is back."
Lin Yinci had been calling him "baby" since he was a child. Facing dozens of gazes, Ling Shuangjiang said shyly, "Yes, I'm back."
Lin Yinci winked at him: "Go back to your room and rest first."
Ling Shuangjiang: "No need, I'll help you."
The Ling family's courtyard was very large; it was an old house with a history of seventy years. Lin Yinci was wearing an elegant long dress and taught very seriously, personally instructing each student and patiently explaining the techniques.
Ling Shuangjiang assisted from the side, planning to call Cheng Fan that evening to thank him for his cooperation.
They were busy until evening before they finally sat down to eat.
Lin Yinci said apologetically, "I don't have time today, so I'll just have takeout for now. I'll make your favorite dessert tomorrow."
Ling Shuangjiang nodded: "It's alright, I plan to stay at home for a while, you can do it whenever you're free."
"Huh?" Lin Yinci smiled curiously, "Aren't you in a hurry to report to the company?"
Ling Shuangjiang explained, "I contacted my agent, and she told me to take a month off."
Lin Yinci nodded: "But I still think it would be better for you to go to Bintan first, so you can look at houses and buy one you like."
Ling Shuangjiang teased her, "Have you struck it rich lately?"
When Lin Yinci smiled, she looked exactly like Ling Shuangjiang, her eyes curving slightly: "The handbag I recently collaborated on with Fanfan is selling very well."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Congratulations to you both."
Lin Yin smiled gently as she withdrew her hand: "Ah Jiang, I heard you were dating someone on the show?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "It's not exactly dating, but I really like him."
Lin Yinci was very interested in this matter.
This is the only time in her precious son's 22 years that he has ever admitted to liking someone.
“His name is Xie Wang. He’s very tall, about 190cm with shoes on. He’s a very upright person with good values and he’s very good to me.” Ling Shuangjiang couldn’t hide the joy and admiration in her eyes when she talked about Xie Wang. “But he’s not gay. Although he likes me, he’s not used to the change in roles and is currently going through a period of inner struggle.”
Lin Yinci's smile faded: "Oh~ so, you two are in the ambiguous stage?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "You could say that."
Thinking of the arranged marriage with the Xie family, Lin Yinci frowned: "In that case, I need to quickly explain things to the Xie family and cancel the marriage."
Upon hearing this, Ling Shuangjiang laughed out loud: "Mom, Xie Wang is my childhood betrothed."
Lin Yinci's eyes widened in surprise: "What a coincidence?"
Ling Shuangjiang nodded.
Lin Yinci pondered carefully: "Then how should I tell the Xie family? They suggested we meet soon."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Agree first, then we won't talk about anything else."
Lin Yinci: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
After finishing her meal, Ling Shuangjiang took a shower, lay down on the clean bed, and picked up her phone to open her contacts.
He could already recite Xie Wang's phone number by heart, so he didn't need to take out the letter. But when he searched for Xie Wang's WeChat and was about to add him as a friend, his hand suddenly stopped.
He discovered that Xie Wang's WeChat profile picture was a white peony blooming in the night.
Judging from the background of the picture, it was probably taken by Xie Wang himself.
How could someone with Xie Wang's personality like flowers?
Ling Shuangjiang curled her lips, a hint of malice igniting in her heart.
He didn't plan to add Xie Wang as a friend anymore; he would wait until Bintan City to discuss it further.
Unconsciously, the image of Xie Wang's sullen and aggrieved appearance floated into Ling Shuangjiang's mind, and she chuckled to herself while lying on her pillow.
He felt he was really bad, that all he knew was bullying Xie Wang.
But he wanted to use this period of no contact to make Xie Wang realize his feelings. Of course, Xie Wang might gradually forget him, or become indifferent to it.
In short, we'll take it one step at a time.
——
In the Xie family's ancestral home, Xie Wang leaned against the sofa, his expression silent and indifferent.
It turns out that Xie Lin was bullied by Zhao Zhen, the young master of the Zhao family, the day before yesterday, and almost fell off the bar stage, losing face badly.
Afterwards, Xie Lin went to the Zhao family to demand an explanation, but was met with a barrage of ridicule from Zhao Zhen's brother.
Xie Lin was furious and told his father about it when he got back. Unexpectedly, this also made his father very angry, and he almost had to be hospitalized.
Fortunately, Mr. Xie is currently in good health.
“Brother, we called you back because we saw that Grandpa was not doing well. We didn’t expect that after Grandpa ate the ginseng slices, he was fine immediately.”
Xie Lin looked at Xie Wang timidly, fearing he would be slapped. His older brother had always had a bad temper and would beat him every few days.
Xie Wang was already used to his younger brother, who was always uncomfortable unless he caused trouble, and said in a cold voice, "What did Brother Zhao Zhen tell you?"
Xie Lin had just repeated four sentences of Zhao Zhen's words when Xie Wang's expression suddenly changed, and he jumped up and took out his phone.
Xie Lin knew he wasn't as capable or successful as his older brother, and he never thought about inheriting the family business. He just wanted to be a lazy bum and live a comfortable life as a rich second-generation heir.