BSS CH 3

Conclusion

Cheng Jing paused, raised his eyelids, and smiled indistinctly.

When he turned around, he looked innocent: “Why are you here too?”

Liang Jingmin pulled his hand with 80% strength, and just hugged him in his arms: “I think this question should be asked to you, right?”

Cheng Jing was very reluctant to get so close to him in front of others. He struggled for a while but didn’t open his eyes. He could only stare at him. Liang Jingmin looked back at him indifferently. The two of them were tit-for-tat, almost on the verge of a fight.

The atmosphere between them was very subtle.

Cheng Jing’s eyes were mixed with something inexplicable. Liang Jingmin felt a long-lost sense of loss of control and guilt. He didn’t dare to confirm what he saw, so he let go.

Cheng Jing sneered in his heart. Yes, he still had to pretend to be a gentleman in front of others.

So he fearlessly said something he wouldn’t normally say: “I’m not going home today, it turns out I have another affair.”

Sure enough, Liang Jingmin smiled: “How could that be? Baby, you’re mistaken.”

Cheng Jing’s mouth corners were raised, but his eyes were still cold.

“I thought you didn’t like to come out, why did you want to come here today?” Liang Jingmin took a step forward, his tone carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

“Why, I can’t come out?” Cheng Jing looked at him fearlessly, “I don’t have the right to come out?”

He raised his finger, gently holding the membership card between his slender index and middle fingers and shaking it.

It can be seen that Cheng Jing was quite provocative today, but Liang Jingmin rarely wanted to argue with him, probably because he remembered his previous experience in the club and didn’t want to recall it.

So he stepped forward and hugged Cheng Jing’s shoulders to smooth things over: “Okay, baby, I’m wrong. I’m just going back, and we happen to be going the same way.”

So he pulled him out of the club.

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Cheng Jing leaned against the car window, and it was raining heavily outside.

It was sunny just now, but now it has changed. The weather in Xijing is really unpredictable.

Cheng Jing grew up in Yuecheng, which is very different from Yuecheng. Yuecheng rains all day long, but Xijing rarely has rainy days, so he thinks of home as soon as it rains. Cheng Jing looked greedily, without moving his eyes.

He turned his head to Liang Jingmin, but he could always feel the burning gaze.

“Put on your glasses.” He ordered coldly.

Liang Jingmin is always like this. Now he is no longer his boss, but he always acts like giving orders.

Usually Cheng Jing should be obedient at this time, but he suddenly felt particularly bored today: “It’s not sunny, what should I wear?”

In a blink of an eye, Liang Jingmin had come to him and pushed the legs of his glasses to his ears, with his long eyelashes drooping quietly.

“I’ll take you home first. I have to go out later.” Liang Jingmin said.

The reason was that He Peiting had just warned him on WeChat that Liang Jingmin was in the wrong and had to go back to accompany a few friends. Of course, he never explained to Cheng Jing.

Cheng Jing didn’t mean that. He recalled the beauty he had just seen and connected it with Liang Jingmin’s whereabouts, and his mood fell to the bottom.

He said, “It’s up to you.”

Still feeling that it was not enough, he insisted on taking off the glasses in front of Liang Jingmin and added, “If you are tired of playing, you can let me go. Liang Jingmin, I will never entangle you.”

After speaking, Cheng Jing turned his head and looked at Liang Jingmin coldly. Watching the changes in the color of his pupils, Liang Jingmin’s mood was a kaleidoscope, and Cheng Jing controlled the observation code.

Actually, saying this is a double-edged sword. While trying to hurt Liang Jingmin, Cheng Jing himself also grimaced in pain.

Even though he was prepared, he still felt empty when he saw Liang Jingmin’s face darken.

“What nonsense are you talking about.” Liang Jingmin suddenly bit Cheng Jing’s lips, and his emotions flooded up like a tide.

As before, “leaving” is still a minefield that Liang Jingmin cannot touch.

Because Liang Jingmin can’t see, Cheng Jing self-abandoned and allowed himself to not control his breath and emotions again. His beautiful purple eyes were misty at the moment, and the sadness of being absent-minded did not need to be stained with color.

Because he is a man? He can’t wrong the precious lady, so he is not allowed to leave, and uses his inferior affection to stay as his secret lover who can’t be on the stage. No, in fact, they are married, lovers, wives, husbands, it doesn’t matter what to call them.

It is undeniable that Liang Jingmin’s strength, extremeness, and resistance have always had a fatal attraction, like a poisonous and harmful flower with bared fangs and claws. He was afraid and disgusted, but he couldn’t stop approaching until he offered himself to her.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt so boring. This kiss was a bit suffocating. He seemed to be able to taste Liang Jingmin’s anger, and there was the buzzing sound of the tide hitting the coast in his ears. If it happened again, he hoped that he would not fall in love with Liang Jingmin.

The three-year marriage in the lakeside villa exhausted Cheng Jing’s intense emotions, but it did not hinder his determination.

Liang Jingmin’s hand slowly moved down, and Cheng Jing’s breathing became rapid. When he arrived at the villa, he had no strength left, so he could only let Liang Jingmin carry him horizontally back to the bedroom and gently put him in the quilt.

His sweat-soaked face was crystal clear, and his eyelids slowly lifted: “I hate you.”

Liang Jingmin smiled slightly when he turned around, and he was very gentle when they first met.

He said, “I know.”

*

It’s easy to catch a cold in the rainy winter, and Cheng Jing naturally had a fever after nightfall. Liang Jingmin’s late return was a foregone conclusion. Cheng Jing had already gotten out of bed and curled up on the cushion next to the piano. Beside him was the remote control that had been torn into pieces. The TV was indeed broken.

The housekeeper held the cold medicine bowl in his hand and watched Cheng Jing tossing in silence.

Cheng Jing was actually very good at tinkering with electrical appliances. The huge TV soon turned into a pile of parts. At this time, he finally gave up.

The high fever made his mind chaotic, his limbs stiff as if filled with lead, and the dull pain was like having his bone marrow removed by a sharp knife. His mind automatically searched for the last time he felt such pain. After being with Liang Jingmin, he felt a lot more pain, and Cheng Jing had evolved a protective mechanism.

But it didn’t take him much effort to remember that hot night.

He seemed to be lying in a room that was not his own, and his wrist was very cold.

He heard his voice was horribly hoarse, like a rusty gear, running with difficulty and stubbornness. He said, “I want a divorce.”

Liang Jingmin’s voice was as steady as ever. He squinted his eyes and chuckled softly with a good temperament. His voice was low and pleasant: “Impossible.”

“Then break up. Mr. Liang, if you just want that paper document.”

Liang Jingmin’s knuckles gently stroked Cheng Jing’s sweaty forehead, like the tenderness of a lover, “It’s impossible in this life, baby, you’d better not think about it anymore.”

Liang Jingmin’s eyes were scarlet, not as calm as his tone. The burning kiss was imprinted on Cheng Jing’s forehead. Cheng Jing felt himself trembling, like a snake, trying to break free from his falling apart body. He looked at Liang Jingmin tiredly, as if he saw him clearly for the first time, and made a second-best request, “I want to take a shower.”

He admitted that he didn’t want to die, but he didn’t want to face Liang Jingmin’s face all day and all night. It’s okay to see anyone else, as long as it’s not Liang Jingmin.

He felt a little confused, steam rose up, and he couldn’t see clearly in the mist. The boundary between reality and nothingness gradually blurred, the water was winding and swirling, cold and hot mixed, he just sat there.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a loud noise in the bathroom, the shower screen exploded, and thousands of fragments all pierced into Cheng Jing’s skin. Cheng Jing was naked, and almost every inch of his skin was gushing out blood.

When Liang Jingmin rushed in, his face was no longer human. Cheng Jing didn’t feel any pain at this time, but felt strange. It was the first time in his life that he saw Liang Jingmin out of control like that.

Liang Jingmin wanted to hug Cheng Jing, but he had no way to start, and his wrist was shaking like a cold. Before Cheng Jing fell asleep, he was still smiling, and he felt inexplicably happy, almost wanting to show his teeth and claws.

After waking up, his nose was full of the smell of disinfectant, and the pain was a little far away.

Xie Hanyi was a gentle doctor. While Liang Jingmin was away, he said to Cheng Jing: “Don’t punish yourself for other people’s mistakes.”

Cheng Jing’s smile was soft and tired. No, he was not punishing himself, and he didn’t want to punish others by punishing himself. He was just trying to survive.

It was very painful at the moment of injury, but after a while, he had an illusion of recovering from a serious illness. Cheng Jing regained the sense of control over himself for a long time. He smiled gently and looked at the snow-white bandages on his body with novelty. He felt that it was really worth it, as if he saw the white snow falling on his body.

Only when he occasionally glanced at Liang Jingmin, he felt confused again.

“Mr. Cheng, are you okay?” The voice was very distant, it was Butler Zhai.

Cheng Jing was unconscious due to fever: “Is Liang Jingmin back?”

“Mr. Liang is still with his friends. Do you want to talk to him on the phone?”

Cheng Jing stared at the housekeeper for a long time before he focused and answered: OK.

He had a mobile phone, but because Liang Jingmin always monitored his use, he gradually stopped using it. Now that he finally got the mobile phone that was not monitored, Cheng Jing quickly opened the software and booked the nearest flight without even looking at the destination. Every step was amazingly skillful, as if he had practiced it countless times in his mind and made up his mind to implement it for the first time.

He sat up with his aching body, took out his backpack, and packed a few clothes. He had very few things, like a guest living on the road.

When he handed the phone back to the housekeeper, he gave him a sharp knife, helped him sleep on the carpet with his limp body, and covered him with a thin quilt.

Then he went up to the third floor and skillfully entered the safe password to take out his ID card.

It was strange that Liang Jingmin wanted to lock him up, but handed the key to him openly.

Cheng Jing frowned slightly, turned around and went downstairs. When he reached the door, he looked back at the surveillance camera, turned around and opened the door indifferently, carrying his backpack, and walked out of the main door.

Three years, any play has a time to end, and any book has an ending. Cheng Jing neatly ended this so-called relationship that was completely unrecognizable.

As for the conclusion——

Cheng Jing’s handwriting on the bedside table in the master bedroom was beautiful and chic: “I wish you a happy wedding in advance. I will fulfill your wish, don’t torture me.”