C516 Chapter 516
C516 Chapter 516
He didn't know why, but perhaps he was afraid of seeing the anger, disappointment, and condemnation in her eyes …
But all he could hear was the rustle of the wind on the leaves, and no answer.
Pata! Pata!
Something warm dripped onto the back of his hand. It was not rain, but her tears. He suddenly raised his head, only to see that the little fellow's face was already filled with tears.
Her small mouth was tightly shut, and her tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Large drops of tears fell on the back of his hand.
At this moment, she was silently crying, but her crying was even more intense than her crying just now. It made him feel as if his heart was being pierced by a needle.
Did his inability to like her make her so sad?
"Even if you shed more tears, I still won't be able to fall in love with you." As Ling Jing said this, he stood up and lightly brushed off the leaves on his body. Then, he took her hand and said, "Alright, I'll take you back to the classroom first."
But when he walked forward, her steps were still in place, and she didn't follow him.
He stopped and looked back at her.
She opened her mouth and sobbed. Then she looked up at him and said, "Mr Ling …" Good... So pitiful! "
Ling Jing stared blankly at the crying girl in front of him. What was she talking about? Saying he was pitiful?! If he were to tell it to the others in the school, it would probably be treated as a joke.
"How do you feel I'm pitiful?" he asked, looking at her.
Her voice was hoarse, and because of her crying, her words were broken and indistinct, but he could still hear what she said clearly.
She said, "Because... Mr Ling has been... I've never liked anything, so … Too pitiful. Mommy said... Like is a kind of very... "Very happy, very happy …"
The youth's tall body stiffened. He only felt that every word of hers was like a rock, pressing down on his chest until he was unable to breathe.
Happy Feelings... From the moment he was born, it was impossible for him to have it.
"I will definitely let Mr Ling know what I like. Let Mr Ling be happy!" Her voice continued to ring in his ears.
What was she talking about? He clearly heard every word, yet it seemed as if he couldn't put them together.
That pair of phoenix eyes looked at him with determination. It was clear and pure, and her voice was so powerful that it was like a hammer smashing into his heart.
"I will definitely make Mr Ling like me." She announced loudly, her eyes sparkling with determination. Accompanied by her tears, he actually felt that she was so beautiful in an instant …
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Ling Jing felt that he might be a bit abnormal. Perhaps in a few years, Jun Yuexi would become more and more beautiful, and she would be able to use the word beautiful, but now, after all, she was only a seven-year-old primary school student.
Children of this age group usually use the adjective: cute, beautiful, not beautiful.
But at that moment, he felt that she was so beautiful that it made him lose his mind.
What was going on? Why did he have this illusion? Even Ling Jing didn't know the reason.
To Ling Jing, the banquet held in the Wealthy Class was a very familiar sociality--even if he had never had any interest in this kind of sociality--even if he came, he would only stay for a while and put on an act.
How old was he when his father took him to a party like this? 7 years old or 8 years old? As he grew older, he attended more and more of these banquets.
Some of the young boys and girls around his age were laughing or chatting about topics of interest to each other, but no one dared to approach him. His rumors in the upper circles were enough to make those people quail.
Even if there were occasionally some people who would intentionally approach him because of the Ling Family's shipyard behind him, they would often leave because of his ice-cold words and attitude.
The only person who could keep yelling that he liked her and refused to back down even half a step seemed to be that little guy.
"No way, where did that girl get so pretty? She's just ordinary, okay? Xiao Liu, why do you like girls like that? At this banquet, there are many beautiful women." An unfamiliar voice sounded from not far away. Ling Jing carelessly looked over and saw a few 15 to 16 year old youths gathered together, and in the middle of these people, there was a delicate and pretty youth.
"No, I..." I thought she was beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen. " The youth said with a flushed face.
"Haha, it seems like Little Liu really likes that girl!"
"That's right, a lover's eyes can only be used in the west!"
Those people were laughing, completely unaware of Ling Jing. They lowered their eyes and looked at the drink in their hands. The brown drink reflected his shocked expression.
Would he think that the little fellow Jun Yuexi was beautiful because he liked her? To like a little girl who was only seven years old, how could that be possible!?
However …
"I will definitely make Mr Ling like me."
Her voice, like the rewind of a tape recorder, suddenly returned to his ear, and in his mind flashed her clear and unsullied phoenix eyes, so firm, so pure, that it made him feel ashamed of his own inferiority.
If she was pure, then he was filthy.
Crash! *
The glass cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Everyone looked over and saw a cold youth looking at the broken glass and spilled drinks on the ground in a daze. It was as though he had suddenly discovered something inconceivable …
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Jun Yuexi was a child who had made up her mind to become one. Thus, the current her would ask Ling Jing several times a day whether he liked her or not.
Of course, Ling Jing's answer was still — "No."
Therefore, disappointment flashed across Baby Jun's eyes. However, she did not seem discouraged as she said, "I will definitely make Mr Ling fall for me." Baby Jun was rather confident in herself.
"And if you never will?" His eyes swept lightly over her face.
"Of course not, if Mr Ling never knows what it is like, then how miserable that would be." She immediately and firmly rejected his words.
He would never know the feeling of liking it. Would it be very miserable? He didn't think so. Perhaps, when they found out about it, they would truly suffer a miserable fate.