Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Chen Jianji froze.

The sounds continued to come from the room inside.

"Huh? What girl? What did she say to you?"

Wang Suling was somewhat surprised.

Chen Yueting's nasal voice continued to ring out.

"Girls often say that if one person in a relationship becomes emotional, and the other reacts impulsively, isn't that just a recipe for disaster?"

"He didn't even know to give way..."

...

Chen Yueting said a lot.

Chen Jianji, who was squatting in the corner, became increasingly silent.

Until a small hand beside him couldn't help but push him.

"Oh, I think I remember now, Lin Qingxue was wearing the same dress as yesterday when she went out, and you were wearing a gray dress too!"

Chen Jianji glanced at her.

Zhang Xinyi's eyes lit up.

"I never expected you guys to get along with my mom!! This is the first time my mom has opened up like this!"

"Hey, but why didn't she recognize you? Where did you go?"

Chen Jianji chuckled but didn't say anything.

Just then.

Snapped!

A sound of someone slamming their hand on the table rang out.

Zhang Yonghui, reeking of alcohol, was shouting incoherently.

"I won't let her have it?!"

"If it weren't for the children, I... um... um!"

It seems someone covered his mouth so he couldn't say anything.

Chen Guochang called out.

"Well, what, he's just talking nonsense when he's drunk!"

Bang!

The door next to them was suddenly flung open a crack.

Chen Jianji turned his head and looked over.

"You bastard..."

Just as Chen Yueting was about to rush out, Wang Suling quickly pulled her back.

"Oh, Tingmei, you want him to give way to you, but he needs to vent his emotions first! He's drunk now, so what he says doesn't count."

"Look at him, even though he said he wouldn't give in, he took a taxi all the way here to catch up, even neglecting his work. Isn't that enough sincerity?"

"Let's calm down and cool off."

Wang Suling gently comforted them, but out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the two people peeking through the crack in the door and gave them a wink.

boom!

With a soft click, the door closed, and the sounds inside were almost inaudible.

Zhang Xinyi, who had been looking somewhat dejected when her parents mentioned her, suddenly froze.

"What did Auntie mean just now?"

Chen Jianji had already looked away and taken his phone out of his pocket.

"You don't understand."

"While someone's with us..."

Chen Jianji paused, then changed his words.

"Now that your aunt has given in, let's strike while the iron is hot. If we settle things with them today, your wish to stay will also be fulfilled, right?"

As he spoke, he tapped his fingers on his phone screen, editing a message.

[Dad, it's up to you now. Auntie's attitude has softened.]

After sending.

Chen Jianji stood up abruptly.

"Let's go back to our rooms and not get in their way."

Zhang Xinyi watched him leave, then looked at him and then at what was behind her.

One last stomp of the foot.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Low, muffled voices could still be heard coming from the living room and the master bedroom.

But the tone of his words seemed less intense.

......

Chen Jianji returned to his room and glanced at the gray T-shirt he had changed out of.

After shifting her gaze, she looked at her own bed, where the sheets, which hadn't been tidied up after she got up, were still a mess.

It was also cleaned up at this time.

But when he came back, his parents were still in the chicken coop.

Who did it?

A figure wearing pink pajamas but with an apron on his body came into Chen Jianji's sight.

Ha, they really treat this place like their own home.

Chen Jianji sneered, then sat down at his desk.

Looking at the bookshelf, there were obvious signs that it had been browsed.

The dust in the corners was wiped clean.

Chen Jianji was even more irritable.

While everyone else was finishing their meals and packing their bags, she was just idling around with nothing to do.

What's the point of doing all this?

Who doesn't know she's very capable?

Isn't she the one maintaining things at home now?

Chen Jianji placed his fingers on the clean wooden frame of the bookshelf, his eyes unreadable.

Things are fine now.

She managed to make a complete mess of her own home.

She's incredibly capable, ridiculously capable.

suddenly.

Footsteps sounded at the door.

Chen Jianji withdrew his hand and looked back.

Zhang Xinyi stepped into the room and leaned against the desk.

"Then I can't help you from outside."

"But I think there's some hope this time! Considering how hard you and your aunt have tried to help me, I don't mind helping you too."

Chen Jianji felt a headache coming on. He remembered the last dinner party, and how this young lady had been involved in her own affairs with Wang Jiaqi and her group.

He shook his head.

"How can you help me?"

"If both people are inclined to reconcile but are too proud to admit it, then help from others can be helpful."

"I really don't need..."

But before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Xinyi's hand reached out from behind her back towards the desk.

Snapped!

A soft sound.

A beautifully designed notebook was placed on the desk.

The heavy notebook fell, stirring up a gust of wind.

The wind ruffled the stray hairs at Chen Jianji's temples.

He slowly turned his head and looked over.

It is a diary.

His book.

"Zhang Ziliang said he retrieved it from under your bed while packing his luggage at school."

"He said he noticed you staring at this book intently for several nights in the past, so it must be..."

As Zhang Xinyi spoke, she crossed her arms and made a "humph" sound at the corner of her mouth.

"It must have been a gift from someone!"

"You were still asleep when he came yesterday, so I took it."

Chen Jianji's gaze remained fixed on the diary.

His brows furrowed, and he clicked his tongue.

"He's such a busybody."

Zhang Xinyi didn't reply, but simply said...

"I'm off then! I need to eavesdrop on their conversation to see how it goes!"

She said this and walked to the door.

But then he suddenly stopped and looked back at Chen Jianji.

The other person was still looking down at their diary.

Their outstretched palms were now clenched into fists.

Zhang Xinyi pursed her lips and muttered to herself.

"All you do is talk about my parents, why don't you look at yourself?"

"Hey Lin, I wasn't going to bother with you at first, but since you've been so sensible today, I'll do my best to help you this far!"

She then walked out of the room.

Bang!

The door was also closed.

Inside the room at this moment.

Only Chen Jianji remained.

The words that person said after boarding the train at the station kept echoing in my ears.

His eyes were lowered, and his face was expressionless.

Given all this, what reason or excuse does that person still have?

Chen Jianji slowly raised his eyes.

At some point, a postcard with slightly curled edges appeared on the very edge of the once neatly arranged bookshelf.

He remained silent for a long time.

Until the sky outside the window seemed to have darkened.

Chen Jianji slowly took his phone out of his pocket.

I found a number and dialed it.

Zhang Xinyi squatted for a while in the corner of the wall not far from the door.

My head is spinning from listening.

Until I don't know how much time had passed.

Bang!

A sound of something being smashed came from Chen Jianji's room.

"Um?"

Zhang Xinyi looked up and craned her neck to look at the closed door of the room next to the corridor.

Just then, a sound came from the room again.

"grass!"

"You're wasting my phone bill!"

......