translated_Chapter 4

04: Taking an Inch, Wanting a Mile

04: Taking an Inch, Wanting a Mile

Happiness.

Unlike him having so many early morning classes.

Jing Yueming tiptoed through his morning routine and left.

All morning, Jing Yueming kept checking his phone, hoping Qiu Ci would text him.

Carrying an exquisite silk scarf, Teacher Ma, who suffered from blood deficiency, was passionately lecturing about her son at Tsinghua University.

Jing Yueming’s phone, on silent, vibrated suddenly, displaying a local unfamiliar number.

Could it be Qiu Ci?

Regardless of whether he was in class, Jing Yueming answered directly. He whispered, “Hello?”

A woman’s voice came from the other end, and Jing Yueming felt a moment of disappointment.

“Is this Mr. Jing Yueming, Jing?”

“Yes, it is.” Jing Yueming thought it was a sales call and was about to hang up.

“You and Ms. Ai La were once in a relationship, is that correct?”

Jing Yueming was puzzled but continued to listen to what the situation was: “Yes, what’s wrong?”

“I am a member of Ms. Ai La’s family. She has some belongings with you, and I need to retrieve them.”

“Does that include the gifts we exchanged?” Luckily, he hadn’t sold those valuables.

“Yes, as long as they are not money or valuables, we need to bring everything else back.”

“Okay, I’ll pack them up when I get back. How can I get them to you?”

“Do you still live at the Cloud Joy Mansion Apartment?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Just leave them at your door, and we will pick them up as soon as possible.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up, Jing Yueming felt it was a little quiet.

He turned his head and realized the teacher had been watching him for quite some time.

The teacher asked in a strange, sarcastic tone, “Finished your call?”

Jing Yueming wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and nodded.

The teacher held out his hand.

Jing Yueming reluctantly handed over his phone.

The phone was placed on the podium.

He watched helplessly as the screen lit up, indicating someone had sent a message. Could it be Qiu Ci?

He was even more anxious.

He endured until class ended and quickly went to retrieve his phone.

He was disappointed again.

It turned out his earphones had arrived.

Jing Yueming listlessly finished lunch and, as usual, went to the art studio to work overtime on his paintings. He couldn’t help but text Qiu Ci: “What are you doing?”

After waiting for a while, he saw “The other party is typing…” and his heart rate instantly increased.

A few seconds later, it disappeared, but no message arrived.

Jing Yueming was about to ask when Qiu Ci’s video call came in.

Jing Yueming adjusted the angle, found a table, propped up his phone, and then answered.

The man on the other end had two buttons of his white shirt undone, and the background didn’t look like an office.

Jing Yueming curiously asked, “Are you home?”

“Lunch break, what’s up?”

Jing Yueming looked at that face that was attractive as both a man and a woman. Don’t his employees know how good-looking their boss is?

“I miss you a little, have you eaten?” Jing Yueming tried to start a conversation.

“I have.” Qiu Ci took a sip of water, “Aren’t you sleepy?”

Jing Yueming looked at him enviously, “There’s no chance to sleep, your company is so chill.”

The feeling of being praised was really good. Qiu Ci joked, “How about it, want to come intern?”

“My major doesn’t match.” Jing Yueming shook his head.

Qiu Ci seemed a little disappointed, “I can make an exception and hire an assistant.”

“How about during the holidays? I want to be with you too, I miss you, what time do you get off work?” Jing Yueming was like a clingy puppy, propping his head up with a water glass and lazily looking at the camera.

“Six o’clock.”

“Are you going to drink tonight? I’ll pick you up.” If Jing Yueming had a tail, it would definitely be wagging.

Qiu Ci shook his head, “I’m going straight home.”

“Okay, come to my place for dinner.”

Qiu Ci nodded, made an “Mm” sound, and yawned.

He’s sleepy.

Jing Yueming was getting a little greedy, “I want to watch you sleep.”

Qiu Ci seemed to frown slightly, but it quickly disappeared.

“Okay.”

Qiu Ci didn’t pay attention to the phone anymore. After simply changing into his pajamas, he lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

Jing Yueming was also busy with his own things.

Mixing colors, painting.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and a polite male voice said, “President Qiu, lunch break is over, is the 2:30 meeting still on?”

“It is, I’m coming.”

Qiu Ci took a shower, changed into a three-piece suit, and used hair gel to comb his slightly long dark brown hair back.

Jing Yueming couldn’t help but sigh, “Now you look like a president.”

“Didn’t I before?” Qiu Ci retorted.

“Before, you looked like a male model.”

Qiu Ci chuckled, “Alright, I’m leaving.”

“Okay, see you tonight.”

After hanging up, Jing Yueming put on some DJ music and painted.

Zhang Kaizhe even came by in the afternoon, with his little girlfriend.

“Yan Yan, this is my good brother, super rich.” Zhang Kaizhe acted like he was very close to Jing Yueming.

Jing Yueming smiled awkwardly.

The girl named Yan Yan exclaimed “Wow!” and said, “Handsome, how about I introduce you to my roommate, she’s super pretty.”

“No, no, I’m gay, I have a boyfriend.” Jing Yueming politely declined the girl’s offer.

Who would have thought that this little girl would be even more excited: “Oh my god! Is your partner super handsome? I’m shipping you two!”

Zhang Kaizhe asked curiously, “When are you going to let me meet him? I want to see if he’s worthy of our Young Master Jing.”

“He’s definitely handsome, come keep me company painting this weekend.”

“Huh? Your dates are in the art studio?” The little girl thought to herself, this guy is really a straight man.

Zhang Kaizhe explained for him, “You don’t understand, it’s also nice to paint together.”

Many classmates had seen Jing Yueming’s ex-girlfriend come to keep him company while painting, it was a frequent occurrence back then.

Although that woman was older than them, she was very easy-going, and would often order milk tea for everyone or treat them to dinner.

Yan Yan nodded as if she understood, “I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, you’re not allowed to break up until you can’t have children!”

Jing Yueming smiled along.

Jing Yueming left school a little after 5 PM.

He first went to the market to buy ribs and side dishes, and then went back with a large bottle of drink.

At six o’clock, Qiu Ci should have just gotten off work and was still on the way.

Jing Yueming picked up the package and went upstairs.

He processed the ingredients in his own home.

The doorbell rang close to seven o’clock.

Jing Yueming happily wagged his tail and went to open the door, and sure enough, it was Qiu Ci.

His hair looked damp, and he was still wearing his pajamas and slippers.

“Did you shower?”

“Mm, pajamas are comfortable.” Qiu Ci entered the house and naturally sat on the sofa.

Jing Yueming poured him a glass of water, “Wait to eat.” He leaned over and planted a light kiss on Qiu Ci’s lips.

It was only the third day since they officially met, but not only were they together, but they were also living together very naturally.

Perhaps it was because Qiu Ci gave him a feeling too similar to Ai La.

There are too many people in the world.

There is too much gene duplication.

People who look alike also have similar personalities.

For example, Ai La and Qiu Ci.

Jing Yueming brought up sweet and sour pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a cold dish, and a soup.

Qiu Ci seemed to frown again.

“Don’t you like it?” Jing Yueming worriedly looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table, all of which looked and smelled delicious.