Chapter 32.3
Chapter 32.3
GHML – Chapter 32.3: He Jiang, Do You Have A Bottom Line? (3)
He Jiang thought about it. “If not for him spilling the beans about his intention to get a divorce after getting drunk, I don’t think I’d be angry after seeing the takeaway receipt.”
In contrast, he would think even though Puppy Shang did not spend much money, he was very sincere in preparing the meal. To decorate the table and plate up those cheap snacks to that degree, he believed the level of difficulty was not lower than personally cooking a feast.
Plus, what he wanted was not to get Shang Jing to spend on him but to get him to care about him more.
Yang Yue sighed, “He Jiang, do you have a bottom line?”
He Jiang laughed as the light in his eyes dulled.
“Of course.”
As Shang Jing’s largest shareholder, the shares can go green but it would be unacceptable for a green hat to be forced on him.
(Author’s note: Wearing a green hat is an expression the Chinese use when a woman cheats on her husband/boyfriend.)
As long as Shang Jing stays loyal to him, he was fine with anything.
Shang Jing stayed in the piano room and played the piano till 11PM.
If his piano teacher was to listen to his playing right now, he would berate him for not concentrating while playing and torture his own finger by taking his anger out on the keys.
When his alarm rang at 11PM, Shang Jing stopped and sat on the piano bench quietly for a moment then picked up his phone.
As He Jiang’s wife, it wouldn’t be too much for him to call his friends when He Jiang doesn’t come home, right?
A pain-in-the-ass would bombard He Jiang’s social circle without hesitation.
Shang Jing went through the principles around and mustered his courage to call Yang Yue. “Hello, is He Jiang with you?”
Yang Yue looked at He Jiang who was dead drunk on the sofa and hesitated. If it was normal times, he would get his wife to come fetch him.
But… The issue between He Jiang and Shang Jing today stemmed from Shang Jing getting drunk and accidentally spilled the beans.
And with He Jiang being this drunk now, what if he couldn’t control himself and let out the fact that they weren’t even married once he got home?
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He Jiang could act blur but Shang Jing would not.
For the sake of his buddy’s happiness, he had to do everything he could to prevent him from doing something he would regret. In a calm tone, he answered Shang Jing, “He’s had a bit too much to drink during his birthday celebration and got a room for himself at a hotel to spend the night. Do you want me to wake him up?”
Shang Jing was speechless for a moment then continued, “There’s no need to. It’s the same wherever he spends the night.”
After hanging up the call, Shang Jing looked at the still-sealed three-tier cake and felt his heart congest.
That cost me 1688 yuan.
He hugged his knees to his chest and fell into a daze. In that one hour before the hour and minute hand on the clock reached number 12 on the clock, he had a feeling like he had returned back to the moment when he just woke up in the hospital after the accident without any memories.
At that time, he had called He Jiang and was anxiously waiting for him to pick him up from the hospital. The feelings from then and now converged into one.
But this time, things were different. 12AM arrived and He Jiang was not here.
Shang Jing packed up the piano room and lugged the box of cake out the door, and headed straight for the 24 hours security guard office.
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With a smile, he offered the security guards on duty, “We didn’t touch the cake at all. Do you guys want it? I haven’t even opened it. It’s delicious, you guys can treat it as supper.”
“If I’m not wrong, today is Mr.He’s birthday?” The security guard was careful of his choice of words. “The internet was filled with birthday messages and videos from his fans to him.”
Pointing to the North, he continued, “It’s been blocked by some buildings but Mr.He’s fans have bought a few advertising spaces on buildings with moving LED lights to broadcast his birthday and wish him a happy birthday.”
Shang Jing suddenly felt awkward. This was the very first time he was made to face the extremely popular film emperor, He Jiang.
Hoards of people had cracked their skulls to plan his birthday celebration so how could such shabby planning of his be worthy of an entire day of his time?
I seem to have been overly reliant on He Jiang recently. It must be because of those close interactions and conversation we had that gave me the wrong idea.
Now that He Jiang was not around, he was feeling lost and did not know what to do.
That was not a good sign.