Chapter 33.4
Chapter 33.4
GHML – Chapter 33.4: Phone From Three Years Ago (4)
While Shang Jing searched up the full passage of 《Annals of Xiang Xuanzhi》, He Jiang has just reached the Sheng Jin residential area. This was where he stayed three years ago, in the penthouse of a skyscraper overlooking the city.
This was also where he kept the phone he used three years ago.
He Jiang did not waste any time and ran into his apartment. They were currently fighting a time-sensitive war where a minute of delay could mean a few thousand additional shares of the posts and word.
He flung open his room door and pulled out a drawer. With the speed of light, he put the phone on charge and turned it on. Inside the photo gallery, he picked out a photo of an international air freight delivery slip alongside a package.
Next, he logged into WeChat with the phone. Inside, there were still records of his past conversations with Shang Jing.
When they broke up, he could not bring himself to delete their chat records. But he could also not bear the daily reminder of the failed relationship that accompanied the sight of these messages so he decided to change his phone.
With all these ready in hand, He Jiang crafted a Weibo post to clear Shang Jing’s name.
【Shang Xiaojing was brought to the states by his mother when he was 6 years old. As a Chinese citizen, not only did he maintain the heart of a Chinese nationalist, he was also filled with regret of not being able to receive education locally. This is evidenced by his constant request to me to send him books.
In addition, Shang Jing got into the best music university in the US with his own capabilities so those saying he was uncultured should rest your case. He Jiang’s studio has the time and energy to bring anybody who insists on spreading false rumors to court. We are ready to protect and maintain Shang Jing’s reputation.】
Next, he attached the following photos to the post: Full collection of nine years compulsory education textbooks, Chinese history books, modern history books, books on Marxism–Leninism–Maoism, registered mail registration receipts, Shang Jing’s university admission letter, chat records of Shang Jing reporting his reading progress to him, and Shang Jing’s study notes.
Without a minute, the post blew up with nearly 10k comments.
“I’ve been camping here since the recording ended. Just as I expected, Douchebag He will never let me down! Boyfriend power max!”
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“Ahhhhh, it’s the ultimate wife protector, He Jiang! Uwu, I can rest my heart and hand Puppy Shang to you!”
“Fuck, isn’t Shang Xiaojing’s study notes too detailed? Other than those who majored in Maoism, how many of you could confidently say you made as many notes for Marxism–Leninism–Maoism as him?”
“I’m in love. A serious and hardworking child who returned to his roots! This is the most touching thing I’ve seen today.”
“How can they compare him to someone who hasn’t completed their nine years of compulsory education locally?”
He Jiang stared at the blossoming comments section for a while. The post had changed the general sentiments netizens have towards Shang Jing and there were little to no comments calling him uncultured. Of course, there were also people asking why he did not send Shang Jing high school textbooks.
He Jiang remained silent on the matter.
That was naturally because…. They had broken up before he got to do so. At that time, he had specially made a trip to his family home to gather his high school textbooks for Shang Jing and they were now chucked in the cabinet beside him.
…
Shang Jing was reading 《Annals of Xiang Xuanzhi》against their annotations when Lin Lin approached him to show him He Jiang’s Weibo post.
Just when he was done with it, He Jiang’s call came.
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Shang Jing could not pinpoint the exact reason for his brimming tears but he could not help feeling like a wild child who was bullied by a group of people and He Jiang was the big brother who stood up to the bullies for him.
“They said I’m an escapee of the nine years compulsory education system…”
He Jiang’s voice was gentle as he consoled him, “No, you’re not.”
Shang Jing felt his nose clog up but the memory of He Jiang refusing to pick up his call last night forced him to swallow his touched feelings back into his system. “Oh.”
He Jiang stared at the ‘Call Ended’ page on his phone, the corners of his lips twitched. “Are you still angry at me?”
Sheng Jin Residential Area was in the opposite direction from the recording studio Shang Jing was at. It would be more efficient for Lin Lin to send him home as compared to him fetching him, and they would probably meet at the entrance of the villa.
He Jiang reached home earlier than Shang Jing. When he was passing by the security office, he was stopped.
“Mr.He, there’s a package for Mr.Shang. Can you collect it for him?”
The security guard carried a box out from the guard post. “Looks like they are books Mr.Shang bought for his phD.”
He Jiang got out of his car and opened the car boot. In his peripheral vision, he saw a three-tier cake stand in the office.
As the security loaded the books into the car boot, he took the opportunity to thank He Jiang, “Thank you for your cake. I didn’t get to see you yesterday so I’ll make up for it today, ‘Happy Birthday!’”
He Jiang froze in position. His hand was placed on top of the car boot but his mind has yet to process the need to close it.
“Cake?”
Security guard: “There, the one in the office. It’s such a big three-tier cake, we still have leftovers. Luckily the temperature was low last night which helped us keep the cake fresh. I’ve seen this cake before when I was shopping for my daughter’s birthday. The three-tier version costs 1688 yuan!”
He Jiang settled his gaze on the cake. After a night, the decorative flowers on it were no longer as exquisite but it was no doubt still a beautiful cake.
“What time did Shang Jing bring the cake over?”
“Sometime past midnight.”
He Jiang pictured the scene in his mind. In the middle of the night at 12AM, when the temperature was below 0°C, Shang Xiaojing, who had waited an entire night for him, lugged the large cake by himself to the security guard office…
He closed his eyes.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, fuck my sleep! No matter what, I should have crawled back last night…
He Jiang entered the office and stood in front of the cake. Pausing for a moment, he scooped a spoonful of the no longer fresh cream into his mouth.
As the sweet flavor slid down his throat, a heart wrenching pain rose up.
“Can I redeem this cake?”