Uncle Fu looked at the black coffee, no sugar, the bitterness still lingering in his mouth and said without missing a beat: “She's someone I don't want to hurt but I can't give her what she wants.”
“But you gave me what she wanted, that's why she wanted to slap me, that's why I hate pretty boys.” Uncle Fu laughed at Ji Meng's blatant sarcasm and Ji Meng took a sip of her coffee, which was getting colder and more bitter and put it down: “But it's not your fault.” Uncle Fu raised his head, once again confirming his feelings, he liked this woman. And Ji Meng looked out the window and met An-Su's eyes directly.
An-Su was stunned for a few seconds, she was discovered but there was no pretense in Ji Meng's eyes, no smugness, no pity for her, it may felt like it was nothing but it was a relief for An-Su, otherwise she would have rushed into the coffee store. An-Su didn't hear the conversation between them, they were like Ji Meng's eyes, nothing, no affection, no intimacy, no physical contact, just sitting on each side of the table but they were so natural together, natural to the point of comfort, she could see Uncle Fu's relaxation.
An-Su suddenly thought of Wu Xin, she had hurt herself to keep An-Ziyan from Mai Ding, An-Su saw the end of the whole thing, did she really want to be like her mother, a woman like her mother? An-Su remembers An-Ziyan's whispering in Wu Xin's ear: “Don't force me to hate you”.
She also remembers her mother's embarrassment and mess.
There's only one way out, give up, there's no other choice.
An-Su started the car and left, leaving her feelings behind in the cafe. As she drove farther and farther away, the road became more and more blurred, the tears continued to fall on the steering wheel, which she wiped away with the back of her hand and finally she pulled over to the side of the road, bawling.
At that moment, someone knocked on her window, she looked up, it was Li Ming, he was standing outside the car, bewildered. An-Su pushed the window down a little, crying and shouting, “Get out of my way!”
Li Ming didn't say anything, he just stood by the window and never knocked on it again.
In order to leave An-Su alone and make sure she was safe, Mai Ding called Li Ming and told him not to bother An-Su for a while but when Li Ming asked him about it, Mai Ding told him the simple truth. The only person who knew Li Ming liked An-Su was Mai Ding. Li Ming didn't dare to confess, he was just a homebody but he couldn't care less, he was afraid something would happen to An-Su, so he rode his motorcycle with a heavy crush and chased An-Su's car for five days. He didn't care about his hair getting blown around and his face getting dirty.
She smiled to herself, she was the one who told the others to fuck off and she was the one who wanted someone to be with her. Suddenly An-Su saw Li Ming running over with some freshly bought tissues, he pantomimed a few through the crack in the window and then turned his back.
“Why don't you leave!!”
“But you're crying.”
“Turn around, do you think I'm embarrassed about how I look? I don't need you to pretend to be sweet.” I don't need you to pretend to be considerate.”
When Li Ming turned around, An-Su pressed down the window completely, Li Ming held a tissue in his arms and took out two more tissues and handed them to her: “Do you want more?”
An-Su took the tissue, wiping away tears: “You do not need to... mind your own business.” Li Ming didn't say anything and after a long time, An-Su said, “What did you do to your hair and face, you look massively stupid.”
Li Ming scratched his head in embarrassment: “I was riding my motorcycle and I happened to pass by and saw you.”
“Let's go to dinner together.”
“I know a place with good food. You follow me.” Li Ming quickly turned around and got on a motorcycle not far away and An-Su started her car too, she followed behind Li Ming's motorcycle, Li Ming didn't ride very fast, because he was still holding the packet of cigarettes with one hand.
While they were eating, a message came from Mai Ding.
[How's she doing?]
Knowing that Li Ming was following An-Su, Mai Ding asked Li Ming about An-Su every day from time to time.
[I don't know, we're eating together.]
[You? Li Ming, I think you're delusional from lack of rest.]
[Don't you dare not believe me, really, or I'll sneak you a picture.]
Li Ming took his phone to his desk and sent a photo of An-Su when she wasn't paying attention and Mai Ding handed the photo to An-Ziyan with wide eyes. “Look, my sister doesn't even want to talk to anyone all this time, but she's eating with Li Ming and eating so much! Sister, are you suffering from mental shock? Let's go check it out, I know this place, Li Ming took me there.”
When Mai Ding said that, he grabbed An-Ziyan by the arm and dragged him out the door but An-Ziyan was dragged away by Mai Ding even though he made a reluctant slurping sound. It's a question of doubt if Mai Ding was this strong and he followed out.
The car was parked in front of the store and Mai Ding could see Li Ming's distinctive haircut at first glance, the tornado that had blown his hair that way but Mai Ding didn't go in, so he rolled down the window and looked at An-Su, her face still streaked with dried tears, talking to Li Ming at his whim. This is what An-Su was supposed to be and even if she didn't have to change, there were people who would willingly do anything for her.
It wasn't that Mai Ding despised his friend, he really didn't think An-Su would fall for Li Ming, she probably never gave him a second thought and now he thought the same, he didn't expect anything from Li Ming but if.... An image flashed in Mai Ding's mind and he suddenly burst into English, shouting, “Oh, no!!”
An-Ziyan frowned at Mai Ding who was holding his head, “What's wrong with you again.”
“If Li Ming becomes my brother-in-law and your brother-in-law, what an incongruous picture that would be!!” It's going to take some time for Mai Ding, who's just realizing this, to get over the weirdness.
That's the thing about love stories, it's either that person or someone else will write it for you and with Mai Ding's pen, he'll only give it to An-Ziyan to write.
~ I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 (Sequel) ~
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