It's too late to say anything now

  It's too late to say anything now

  Yan Jing put his arm around the bodyguard's shoulder, with a sly and flirtatious look, "I'm asking you guys, what's your boss's name? Tell me."

  The bodyguard felt that Yan Jing was too close to himself, making him feel uncomfortable all over, so he quietly retreated backwards, "I don't know either."

  Yan Jing stumbled backward due to the bodyguard's retreat, almost falling over. "You're really incompetent as a bodyguard, you don't even know who your employer is!"

  The bodyguard muttered to himself: He still sleeps with you, and you don't even know his name.

  "Hey, buddy," Yan Jing revealed an expression that said he knew everything, "I heard you cursing me in your heart again."

  "There isn't." The bodyguard pointed inside and said, "The boss has come out and is looking for you."

  "Oh." Yan Jing said in a low voice, "Can you help me find out your boss's name? Thanks."

  Then Yan Jing walked back into the house.

  "Where did you go?!" The man's anxious mood was suddenly replaced by inexplicable anger as he saw Yan Jing walk into the house, "Didn't I tell you that you can't leave this house?"

  Yan Jing's wrist was gripped by the man until it hurt, "I know, I won't do it again."

  "Don't force me to chain you up!" The man released Yan Jing's wrist, picked up the freshly cooked shrimp and seafood porridge from the table, and instantly replaced the anger on his face with gentleness. "I'll feed you porridge instead."

  "Good." Does Yan Jing dare say no?

  The man let Yan Jing sit on his leg, scooped out a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently, and then fed it to Yan Jing's mouth.

  Yan Jing saw that the man's fingertips had several wounds that were still bleeding, presumably from being pinched by the crab earlier.

  Yan Jing suddenly softened: Was he being too much? After all, past events had already passed, and people should always look to the future.

  If this man hadn't taken the initiative to appear in front of Yan Jing, would Yan Jing have remembered him? And where would he want to remember him?

  "Why aren't you drinking? I blew on it, it's not hot." The man blew on the porridge a few more times before bringing it to Yan Jing's mouth again.

  Yan Jing swallowed it down, but spat it out the next second, "Damn, how much salt did you put in? Are you trying to salt me to death?"

  "Is there?" The man also took a sip, and couldn't swallow it down. "This is my first time cooking congee, maybe next time will be better. Wait for me a little while longer, I'll remake it for you right away."

  "It's all right, it's all right." Yan Jing had already seen the wound on the man's hand, how could he still pretend to be unaware and let the man get pinched again?

  Heartless, this kind of skill, Yan Jing will never learn forever.

  Yan Jing picked up the porridge from the man's hand, held her breath, and then drank it all in one gulp. "See, I've already eaten. So you don't have to bother making more."

  The man was deeply moved, "Xiao Jing, I will never treat you like before again. This lifetime, I will definitely be good to you."

  Yan Jing couldn't help it, "This life of yours, I don't care how you want to live it, but can you please trouble yourself to get me a cup of water first?"

  "Alright, wait for it."

  After drinking over a dozen cups of water, Yan Jing finally felt that the salty taste in his mouth had been cleaned out. Yan Jing despised himself in his heart, wondering why every time he wanted to trick others, he ended up tricking himself instead. Yan Jing decided that from now on, being a good person was the way to go.

  "Can you send someone to inform Susie not to worry about me?" Yan Jing didn't come back last night, and if he doesn't come back tonight, with Susie's personality, she will definitely go look for Chu Xueran.

  Although Yan Jing was locked in here by this man, Chu Xueyan would find out sooner or later. But Yan Jing wanted him to discover it himself tomorrow morning, at least tonight, Chu Xueyan could still have a good night's sleep.

  The man thought for a moment and said, "I'll have someone inform her, but don't expect her to come here and take you out."

  Yan Jing shook his head, "I didn't think that way. You should know, for me, it's all the same wherever I am and whoever I'm with."

  "Indeed," the man recalled, "the night I bought you, all the other children were crying and making a fuss, but only you quietly hung your head, exerting great effort to conceal your own radiance. At that moment, I was captivated by you."

  Yan Jing smiled wryly, "If I had known it was useless earlier, perhaps I would have cried louder than the other kids."

  "You won't. Even if you were given another chance to start over, you'd still be unable to cry." The man held Yan Jing, "This is just who you are. You've never cried because of your own experiences, but instead, your tears have always been for others. But whether it was in the past or now, I've never liked this about you."

  "Why?"

  The man said, "In the past, I thought you were too weak because you cried for others. A man should be tougher, to himself and to others. But now, I don't like it because you haven't shed tears for me yet, so I'm jealous of those who have already received your tears and walked into your heart."

  "Cut," said Yan Jing nonchalantly, "it's just tears, give me an onion and I'll cry as many basins of tears as you want."

  The man smiled and shook his head, "Do you often pretend to be muddle-headed like this?"

  "Now that I know you're pretending to be foolish, why bother exposing it. How pointless." Yan Jing asked casually, "How do you want me to address you in our future life?"

  The man said without thinking, "You can just call me Jia Ying."

  Housefly? Yan Jing muttered to himself in his heart, why not call it fruit fly instead? That would be more memorable. Wait a minute, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Yan Jing's mind, and then he let his thoughts rewind back to a few seconds ago, Jia Ying, wouldn't that be Chen Jia Ying, one of the shareholders of Chu Hui Group?

  Wipe wipe wipe! Yan Jing is now filled with regret, if only he had known that he had such a big acquaintance in the Chu Huai Group, he wouldn't have had to sell his father's shares to Su Xiangrong in the first place!!

  Yan Jing couldn't help but curse heaven in his heart, can you just be a little kinder to me?!

  "In order to make himself regretful to the extreme, Yan Jing asked, 'How many shares of Chu Huai Group do you own?'"

  Chen Jiaying didn't know what Yan Jing meant by asking this question, but he still replied, "Ten percent. I am now the third largest shareholder of Chu Huai Group."

  "Is that so?" Yan Jing was on the verge of tears, "Why didn't you find me earlier?" Even if I sold myself to you, it would be much better than selling my father to Su Xiangrong. But now, it's too late to say anything.

  Upon hearing Yan Jing's words, Chen Jia Ying excitedly thought that Yan Jing had been waiting for her all these years and, with a stirring heart, picked up Yan Jing and headed towards the bedroom upstairs.