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Ding Junhui looked up and exchanged glances with Wen Shan. He saw her reddened lips and passed her a paper towel, gesturing for her to wipe the chili off her lips.
Wen Shan took the paper towel, thanked him and wiped her mouth.
“Dr. Ding, no.” Wen Shan shook her head. “You may still not have known me then. I knew you before I knew him, so there’s no possibility that I would love you at first sight, like I did with him. So, there was not a first come first serve basis in my relationship.”
Ding Junhui nodded and managed a bitter smile.
“Moreover, people like me are no match for you,” Wen Shan uttered. She lowered her head to continue eating. She felt her eyes become wet, and couldn’t decide if it was because of the hot peppers or other reasons.
Ding Junhui put down his chopsticks and looked at Wen Shan. “Since you can’t let it go, why did you?”
“Probably because his irritation is more hurtful than his refusal. If he refuses, I can work hard to make myself likable. But once he gets irritated, my persistence would only show how desperate and shameless I am,” Wen Shan uttered, sounding sorrowful. The spiciness in her mouth stimulated her taste buds and made her eyes watery. She looked up, trying to explain herself, “This dish is really spicy.”
Ding Junhui opened his mouth slightly but nothing came out. This time, he fully comprehended his status. He had lost completely.
He had lost before he had even begun.
He had lost without even knowing what his love rival looked like.
“May I know why you like him so much?” Ding Junhui asked, sounding dejected.
Why, indeed.
“First, his looks. Then, his intellect,” Wen Shan answered.
Ding Junhui thought of the photo of the man he saw after adding Wen Shan on WeChat. Finally, he said with a smile, “I admit defeat.”
“Nevertheless, congratulations on becoming a part of our team of lecturers. This meal is on me,” Ding Junhui said, sighing softly. “I live opposite you, so you can always look for me if you need help.”
“Okay,” Wen Shan agreed quickly.
The two returned to the quarters after dinner. Wen Shan had to unpack her belongings and she refused Ding Junhui’s offer to help.
Once she returned to her apartment, Wen Shan flopped onto her bed. She patted her face and took a deep breath. It wasn’t as hard as she thought anyway.
Although, sadly, she had realized that she couldn’t fall in love with other people anymore.
“Argh!” Wen Shan covered her face and screamed, then threw the pillow onto the sofa. Why was she so desperate for that man? It was embarrassing.
Meanwhile, Nalan Chunbo was in Country X, dealing with the affairs of his nationality issue.
He was packing Xixi’s and Xicheng’s toys to be delivered when Nalan Jing called him.
“Yes, I want to change to Chinese nationality,” Nalan Chunbo said flatly. He and Nalan Jing didn’t have many emotional connections to begin with anyway.
“Is it because of that girl?” Nalan Jing asked.
Father and son?
They had such a wide gap between them that spanned several decades, so it was impossible for them to close the gap so soon.
Standing downstairs, Nalan Chunbo looked up at the sun in Country X. Was it because of Wen Shan?
He didn’t know for sure.
“Do you think I have the right to that?” Nalan Chunbo sneered.
“If that is your decision, then I have no comment. Next week is your mother’s death anniversary though, I hope you can make it.”
The call ended, and Nalan Chunbo slowly put away his phone and turned to go up the stairs.
