NOVPUBChapter 55: 55. Definition of him_1
Chapter 55: 55. Definition of him_1
What Khan had said to her in the cafe once again crept into her mind, that Quan Jingwu’s gaze on her was different, and now even Yifei was saying the same thing, could it be…
Jian Qing’s heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, her subconscious subtly giving her a premonition.
This premonition was gently knocking at her heart, stirring complex and indescribable emotions in her chest, as if she would be completely consumed the next second.
This feeling was both foreign and strangely compelling, sort of joyous, a feeling she had never experienced before.
“Jian Qing, are you still listening? Hey, Jian Qing.” Yifei’s anxious voice came through, pulling Jian Qing’s thoughts back, and she whispered a response.
“I’m listening.”
Upon hearing her speak, Yifei let out a sigh of relief, let out a soft sigh, and then her voice became serious. “Jian Qing, don’t you really have any feelings for my third brother? Or do you really have a boyfriend?”
She still remembered seeing the name “Meng’er” displayed on Jian Qing’s phone at Qianshi Restaurant. Could that person really be Jian Qing’s boyfriend?
If that was the case, then things would get complicated. They couldn’t just let her third brother break up a couple, right?
Before Yifei could let her imagination run wild, Jian Qing’s calm voice rang out, “No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’? Do you mean you don’t have a boyfriend, or you don’t have feelings for my third brother?”
“Boyfriend.”
Upon hearing this, Yifei, who was always teased by Mingxuan for being slow to react, immediately caught on and quickly asked, “So you mean that you do have feelings for my third brother?”
Jian Qing unconsciously raised her hand to touch the mole at the corner of her eyes, her eyes deepening, after a while, she said, “I don’t know.”
Truth be told, she didn’t dislike him. Besides Luoluo and Black Jack, she had always kept her distance with everyone else. But for him, Bai Jue and the others were his best friends, moreover they were like family. And as for Quan Jingwu, how exactly did she define him? Even she was not clear about that.
Perhaps he was akin to her because they were so alike. Maybe she didn’t resist him because she saw a reflection of herself in him.
Jian Qing’s three words were like a bucket of cold water to Yifei, leaving her somewhat anxious. What does she mean by ‘I don’t know’? This was really driving her nuts!
“Jian Qing, think about it. With my third brother’s personality, he wouldn’t go so out of his way for someone if he wasn’t genuinely interested. He peeled shrimp for you for the first time. He let An Yu and the others leave without a second thought just to make you happy. Don’t you notice how he’s different with you?”
Spewing out a bunch of words without taking a breath, Yifei was almost out of breath.
“Really?” As Jian Qing’s voice trailed off, scenes of her encounters with Quan Jingwu flashed through her mind like a slideshow. Her voice became soft, whispering to herself.
“Absolutely. Jian Qing, someone like my third brother, once he falls in love, it’s for life.” On this point, she could say with certainty. Her grandmother and third aunt often said the same. Although her third brother seemed aloof and unapproachable, once he fell for someone, he would undoubtedly be the most passionate lover in the Quan family.
Jian Qing’s grip on her phone tightened, as if trying to soothe the agitation in her heart. “Yifei, let’s talk about this another time. I have to go now.”
“Alright, see you tomorrow.” Yifei could only go so far with this topic, she couldn’t force it on her. Jian Qing’s lack of immediate refusal indicated she may indeed have feelings for her third brother. Knowing this was enough for her.
After ending the call, Jian Qing admitted she had selfish thoughts. She was afraid that if Yifei kept talking, her mind would become more chaotic.
After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing suddenly lost her appetite. Thinking about Quan Jingwu who was still waiting in the living room, she didn’t dare to stay in the room any longer, fearing that he would rush in the next second.
She closed her eyes and forcefully shook her head, trying to put away the bothersome thoughts in her mind. When she opened her eyes again, they were clear.
It’s as if nothing happened. Yes, that’s the way it should be.
As she descended the stairs, she saw Quan Jingwu standing by the sofa, holding her sketches. As soon as she came downstairs, Quan Jingwu turned around with the sketches in his hands, his purplish gaze, now devoid of warmth, looking at her, “Your drawing, it’s beautiful.”
Jian Qing gave a slight smile, “Thank you for the compliment.”
Setting down the sketch, Quan Jingwu walked up to Jian Qing, shortening the distance between them. Looking up, she could almost smell the cold fragrance coming from him. She instinctively stepped back. Her small movement was picked up by Quan Jingwu, his purple pupils darkening.
“Let’s eat first.” His large hand naturally ruffled her hair, lingering for only a few seconds, so quick that Jian Qing didn’t have time to react.
People always said that Quan Jingwu was naturally aloof, ruthless, and kept his distance from women. So why wasn’t he like that with her?
Without giving it away, Jian Qing hummed in acknowledgment and headed towards the dining table first.
At the dining table, Jian Qing casually picked a spot to sit down. Just as her buttocks touched the chair, a bowl of soup was placed in front of her.
“This soup is good for your stomach. Drink more.”
Jian Qing took the spoon, a warm current flowing through her heart. “Thank you.”
Quan Jingwu sat down across from her. Seeing that she hadn’t touched the plate of shrimp, he understood and reached over to bring the whole plate to himself and began to peel the shrimp with ease.
Crisp, whole shrimps were peeled one after another under his jade-like fingers, all of them placed in a clean bowl, which was then pushed in front of Jian Qing.
“Actually, you don’t…” Looking at the bowl full of shrimp, Jian Qing felt her throat itching.
“Don’t you like it?” It seemed as if he knew Jian Qing was about to refuse, so Quan Jingwu cut her off.
Facing his determined and incontestable gaze, Jian Qing had no choice but to give in.
“You should eat too. No need to look after me all the time.”
Seeing her take a shrimp from the bowl, Quan Jingwu corners of his mouth raised in satisfaction. Only when he had almost finished peeling all the shrimp did he start to eat.
Raising her head, Jian Qing could see the man’s elegant manner of eating. Such a handsome face, gracefully chiseled, seemed even clearer at a close distance. His long, narrow eyes were glowing purplish, reflecting a certain wickedness, and he exuded an impassive, aloof aura. No doubt, he was a born ruler.
And now, he was right here at this dining table, peeling shrimp and pouring soup for her. Jian Qing shut her eyes, her mind echoing with the words Yifei had just said on the phone.
“Do you enjoy painting?” Quan Jingwu started the conversation.
“Yes.” Jian Qing remembered seeing him holding her sketches when she came downstairs, and answered honestly.
“You know Khan. Are you friends?” His tone of questioning felt more like a statement.
“Yes.” She knew she couldn’t hide it from him, so she admitted it.
