Waiting for you to fall a flower

Ye Beicheng could not bear it any longer. He growled in a low voice, "I went to see Yang Qianxue because I love her, but do you love Di Tengyu?"

It was just a momentary outburst of anger, but I don't know how heartbreaking it was. There were some things that everyone understood without saying them, but when they said it, they unconsciously sprinkled salt on other people's wounds.

Jing Ya pushed him hard and shouted angrily, "Why do you say I don't love Di Tengyu? I love him, I will only love him in the future!"

The two of them quarreled in the hallway and were easily seen. Ye Beicheng took her hand and said, "Come to my office."

"No need!" Jing Ya stubbornly raised his chin and announced with a sharp tongue, "Ye Beicheng, I tell you, if you divorce me, I will marry Di Tengyu immediately! If you don't divorce me, you go to see Yang Qianxue once, and I go to see Di Tengyu ten times. If you spend one night with Yang Qianxue, I'll spend ten nights with Di Tengyu. Since you don't care about people saying that my husband is having an affair behind my back, then I won't care about people saying that your wife is cuckolding you behind your back!"

...

Looking at her resolute back, Ye Beicheng was lost.

Jingya saw Di Tengyu waving to her as soon as she left the company. In the sunset, his smile was so kind and warm that her originally depressed mood suddenly brightened up.

"Why did you treat me to dinner?"

"I've been craving for old man zhang's winter melon rib soup, but it's too boring to go there alone!"

Jing Ya pursed his lips in anger, "Let's go."

Di Tengyu opened the door for her, and Jing Ya got in. When he got in the car, she suddenly realized that Tengyu's arm was a little stiff.

"What's wrong?" Jing Ya instinctively wanted to lift his sleeve.

"Nothing." She might have touched something untouchable, and Tengyu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Show me!" She tugged at his hand angrily, rolled up her sleeves, and took a cold breath. There was a scar on the lower right side of her left arm. It had been obvious for a while that the wound had scabbed, but if she pulled hard, blood would still ooze out.

"How did this happen?" Jing ya asked with a cold face.

"Nothing. In our line of work, there are minor injuries like this every two or three days. I have more on me than this. Do you want me to take off my clothes and show you?"

Di Tengyu deliberately winked at her in an attempt to dispel her worries.

"Is this a minor injury?"

Jing Ya suddenly felt very sad. When she was fifteen years old, she fought with a female classmate who later found many gangsters in the society. Tengyu was stabbed in the back to protect her.

Now, when he casually said that there were so many wounds on her body, she was inexplicably sad...

"Hey, no way, are you going to cry?" He pressed her shoulder and said earnestly, "Since I have chosen this path, I am prepared to be injured at any time, even to die..."

"What nonsense?!" Jing Ya interrupted him and said irritably, "Stop being a gangster. What's so hard to do with arms and legs?"

In her most youthful years, she used to like Di Tengyu. That feeling was faint. He had done a lot for her and treated her very well. But when Jing Ya grew up, that feeling was more like family love.

Too good, not like love, love is not so good, just like her and Ye Beicheng.

"Silly." Tengyu rubbed her hair and sighed, "I'm on a road of no return. It's not that I don't want to turn back, it's that I can't go back. Can you imagine how many people I've stepped on in the past ten years to get where I am today? As long as I'm in this position one day, no one dares to touch me. But if I don't get on this road, will so many enemies give me a chance to live?"

Jing Ya stared at him with a look of helplessness and heartache in his eyes...

"No wonder you haven't looked for me these days. Are you afraid of me because your arm is hurt?"

Her voice was very soft, mixed with a trace of choking, and her head slowly lowered.

"Yeah, I was worried that you would cry like you did when I was 15 years old. You didn't know that I couldn't stand a woman crying, especially you."

Di Tengyu smiled indulgently and started the engine.

During this short conversation, Jing Ya did not know that a pair of eyes were standing high above them and looking down at them until they left...

The two of them came to the small restaurant and ordered some of their favorite dishes. Only halfway through a pot of wine, Jing Ya's phone suddenly rang. She thought it would be Ye Beicheng, but when she took it out, it was an unfamiliar number.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she answered the call. A gentle voice came from inside. It was no stranger. It was Yang Qianxue.

"Jing Ya, are you free?" She asked.

"What is it?"

"If it's convenient, I want to talk to you..."

Looking up at Di Tengyu, she said apologetically, "How about tomorrow night? I'm having dinner with an old friend tonight."

"Then... Okay."

Yang Qianxue said goodbye and hung up the phone. Jing Ya had a hunch that something was wrong with her tonight, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Who is it?" Di Tengyu asked curiously.

"A friend."

"Men and women?"

"Female."

"Oh..."

Jing Ya was seriously eating the ribs in the bowl when Tengyu suddenly looked up and said, "Jing Ya, don't you like roasted sweet potatoes the most? After dinner, let's go eat, shall we?"

She raised her head and asked in surprise, "Do you still remember that I like this?"

"Yes, I remember everything you like."

"Do you want to be so sentimental..." Jing Ya held half of his cheek with one hand and heaved a heavy sigh.

She was thinking that Ye Beicheng was the kind of man who would never accompany her to a roasted sweet potato.

"It's not sentimental, it's a habit to care about someone, isn't that how it should be?"

"Tengyu, don't say that. I'm married..."

Jing Ya lowered his head, picked up a chopstick and tapped on the plate, listening to the thud.

"I know. I didn't ask you to do anything. I care about you. That's my business. You can continue to love whoever you want to love."

Di Tengyu said as he put a chicken leg in her bowl. It was his habit to leave all the delicious food to her.

"Thank you."

Jing Ya pursed her lips gratefully and said listlessly, "Tengyu, you're the only one who treats me the best in the world, but why can't I always love you? Ten years ago, I liked you, and you liked me too. Ten years later, you still liked me, but I fell in love with someone else. You must think I'm a bad woman..."

Di Tengyu never wanted to put any pressure on Yu Jingya. Even though his heart was hurting, his face was smiling heartlessly, "Oh, I can't blame you. You were only a little older at that time. You know what it means to like. Like and love are different. When you liked me, you liked me as a child."

Jing Ya's heart suddenly became dull. He bit a piece of chicken gloomily and gnashed his teeth. Look at it. Even zhai tengyu knew that love and love were different.

The man she loved had no other words but to say that he liked her all day long!

"Then do you like me? Do you like me as a child?"

In fact, she hoped that he would say yes, so that he wouldn't be sad because he was in a hopeless relationship, and that his own feelings were disappointed, so that she could understand Di Tengyu's feelings more.

"Of course not. I was older than you at that time, so I was a grown-up's favorite."

"Don't like it, okay?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You don't like Ye Beicheng, okay?"

"... No."

"That's fine!"

"...

When Jing Ya and Tengyu walked out of the restaurant, it wasn't really very late. Di Tengyu drove her around half of Xiangyang city before finally finding a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes.

"Wait for me in the car. I'll go buy it."

He got out of the car, walked to the sweet potato stand, and shouted, "Boss, give me two sweet potatoes."

"Good."

The boss was very nimble. He picked up two sweet potatoes from the oven, weighed them on an electronic scale and said, "Eight and a half dollars."

Di Tengyu handed him a ten-dollar bill and waved, "Keep the change."

The boss seemed to be very happy and said gratefully, "Young man, that's great. If I met a few more people like you, my business would continue."

"Hey, you don't want to sell it, do you?" Tengyu asked doubtfully.

"Yeah." The boss sighed, "These days, there are fewer and fewer people eating this stuff. There is no business, so I plan not to sell it next winter. I will sell fried goods or something."

"That won't do!" Di Tengyu suddenly roared, "If you don't sell it, what do we do for jingya? I took half a city to find someone like you who sells sweet potatoes!"

Jing Ya could not help but laugh when he saw this scene in the car. After many years, that rotten winter melon was still so unreasonable for her.

After the boss said something, Di Tengyu took the sweet potatoes back to the car and told Jing Ya, "Eat carefully, don't burn your mouth."

"Thank you."

She smiled gratefully, her heart warm.

Back at the Ye family at about 10: 30, jingya held the half-eaten sweet potato in one hand and the unripe one in the other.

To her surprise, Ye Beicheng didn't go to accompany Yang Qianxue tonight. When she returned to her bedroom, he was working in the study.

In fact, he knew she was coming back because he had been standing in front of the window.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Ye Beicheng got up and left the study.

He opened the door and saw her sitting on the sofa eating sweet potatoes, so he asked sourly, "Did you have a good dinner?"

"Yes, he bought me some sweet potatoes."

Jing Ya pretended to be happy on purpose. When she saw Ye Beicheng frown, she didn't know how happy she was.

"Ah, childish." Ye Beicheng gave a wry laugh.

"Yes, he is childish, but his childish actions can warm my heart!"