I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 670 Congratulations to the two female leads for successfully holding hands on Qixi Festival!
As dawn broke outside the window, the morning sunlight, tinged with mist, streamed down.

Chen Jinzhi remained seated in the metal chair, her waist gracefully curved, her expression serene, showing no signs of the fatigue from not having slept all night.

Chu Qingmian was sleeping with her head resting on her lap.

Her long eyelashes drooped quietly, and her arms were tightly wrapped around Chen Jinzhi's slender waist, as if she were sleeping soundly.

When Xiao Zheng brought up two bowls of plain porridge, this was the scene he saw.

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Honestly, anyone who sees this scene would exclaim that it's absolutely stunning.

Most people would add a comment like, "I don't know who to envy."

But it's still a bit surprising that this happened between two people who were originally rivals in love.

At this moment, Chen Jinzhi caught a glimpse of Xiao Zheng, who looked flustered in the corner, and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

She gently placed her hand on Chu Qingmian's back, stroking it softly like petting a cat, and finally ruffled her soft hair.

"Ok?"

Chu Qingmian groggily raised her head.

Chen Jinzhi looked down at her, his gaze gentle.

"Awake? Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"It's okay. Ahhhh, how long did I sleep? Did I press on you and make you uncomfortable? Your legs must be numb."

After regaining her senses, Miss Chu belatedly felt embarrassed and immediately began to massage her legs.

"It's okay, it won't sink."

"No way, it's already daylight! How strange, how could I have fallen asleep like this?"

Gentle times, peaceful years, and great unity among the people of the world.

Xiao Zheng immediately felt as if he dared not speak loudly, lest he startle the celestial beings.

Please, please, you two! Who even remembers there's a critically injured guy being resuscitated in the operating room?! You two are clearly out of your minds!
It's actually quite entertaining to talk about, but let's stop here!

"Brother Zheng, thank you for your help."

Chen Jinzhi accepted the congee he was offered and nodded in gratitude.

"If there are two bowls, you can have one for yourself. One bowl is enough for the two of us."

She weighed the portion in her hand and handed him back a bowl.

"what?"

Xiao Zheng scratched his head, a little embarrassed to admit that he had already eaten two bowls of rice noodle rolls downstairs.

However, the other man in the suit with the ice cubes had a long face the whole time and didn't seem to have much of an appetite, but Kuku ate four bowls.

"Ah."

Chen Jinzhi didn't give him a choice, and instead opened the packaging of a plastic spoon on his own.

With things having come to this, Xiao Zheng could only sigh, glance at the operating room lights, and decide to go to the balcony to smoke a couple of cigarettes to calm down.

The steaming white porridge emitted a fragrant aroma, but Chu Qingmian leaned on the armrest of the chair, having little appetite. She used to be someone who loved food, but the time she spent recuperating in the hospital had almost worn away those worldly desires.

In the past, she would never have imagined that one day she would find eating a troublesome thing.

But Chen Jinzhi's fingers were indeed fair and beautiful, with distinct knuckles. She held the spoon and stirred the white porridge in the bowl. The hazy steam rose up, and her face became briefly blurred.

As Chu Qingmian watched, she became somewhat lost in thought, slowly recalling what had happened the previous night.

Throughout the night, as if to ease the tension and anxiety between the two, Chu Qingmian kept trying to talk.

We started by talking about trivial things: entertainment gossip, media comments about Chen Jinzhi's speeding, and how he ran a few red lights on the way here.
When things ran out of things to say, Chu Qingmian had no choice but to start talking about things she shouldn't have.

She talked about the musical instrument competition when she was a child, about the little blind boy in sunglasses holding an erhu, and about the song "Autumn Moon over the Han Palace" that defeated her.

She talked about how unwilling and resentful she was, and how she was willing to chase him to a public school to win back her first place. She also talked about this unrequited love that started at some unknown time.

To be honest, it seems a bit absurd to talk about these things in front of a so-called love rival.

But Chen Jinzhi listened very attentively, the moonlight falling beside her, as gentle as her eyes.

Chu Qingmian suddenly felt that she could talk to her about anything, so she talked more.

The fact that her younger brother, one of her twins, did not survive burdened her with the stigma of "murderer" from birth. The Samoyed that was made into a specimen, the cave in the artificial mountain that she would crawl into whenever she was in a bad mood, the oppressive atmosphere of family dinners year after year, the harsh judgmental gaze that never disappeared from her childhood, and the so-called freedom that was so close yet so far away.

Her affection for Su Chengyi was the only exception and hope in her life. All her desire for freedom and love for the world were built on him.

Chu Qingmian didn't remember when she started crying, she only knew that Chen Jinzhi cupped her face and gently wiped away her tears.

Then she began to tell Chen Jinzhi's story.

The "crazy" mother, who depended on her husband for survival, heard the piercing siren of an ambulance on a rainy night. Her only relative became a corpse surrounded by onlookers. From that moment on, she felt that she was the only person left in the world.

Helplessness from not being able to speak the language in a foreign land, the humiliation of living under someone else's roof, the endless life of a trainee, while others were discussing newly launched luxury goods, she walked five kilometers in minus seven degrees Celsius to work in order to save a few yuan on bus fare.

On the eve of her debut, she learned about the unspoken rules that others had long taken for granted. After resisting, she was met with the blame of the whole world. When she sat on the roof, she thought countless times about jumping off and ending it all. But in the end, she felt unwilling. Was the world born her just to make her experience all this? She insisted on moving forward and seeing what would happen.

On her first day back in China, she was met with those clear eyes. He was someone who hated trouble but was willing to tutor her, filling test papers with dense annotations that he could do with his eyes closed.

The unexpected incident after the college entrance examination, because she wanted to stand by his side as an equal, she could only choose a way that would actually push her further away from him, which almost exhausted all the courage she had accumulated.

In the midst of a stumbling life, if someone suddenly appears and pulls her out of that quagmire, of course she will fall in love with that person.

“Sometimes I’ve selfishly thought that my world only consists of him, but you are different; you have so much more.”

Chen Jinzhi gently lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards.

"Only now do I realize that you and I are the same, and it is only natural that you would fall in love with him."

Chu Qingmian's tears fell in a stream.

In front of Su Chengyi, she once asked, "Does that mean that love that hasn't gone through life and death isn't profound enough? Do I have to lay my heart out to him to prove that our love is equal?"

Su Chengyi couldn't understand the question, but Chen Jinzhi did.

He gently hugged her.

Warm tears soaked the shoulder straps of her red dress, and Chen Jinzhi's warm palm stroked the back of her head, the fragrance of white camellia mingling with the sweetness of fruit candy.

That's how Chu Qingmian fell asleep last night.

(End of this chapter)