Jian Zhou put down his wine glass and sat down, his expression indifferent, too lazy to engage with the teasing.
Xiao Hei, who was eating beside him, knew about Jian Zhou and Jiang Ling's separation because Sister Sa treated him like a close sister and chattered with him daily. He gave Sun Qingyang a look, signaling him to stop talking.
Sun Qingyang was a frivolous playboy, but his mind was sharp. Receiving the signal in Xiao Hei's eyes, he knew Jian Zhou had something on his mind.
However, his gossip-driven curiosity got the better of him, and he whispered, "Hey, man, you didn't get cheated on, did you?"
The moment he said it, Jian Zhou, though not actually green, turned pale. He glared at Sun Qingyang unhappily, "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"
Seeing Jian Zhou's strong reaction, Sun Qingyang became even more convinced of his guess, but he couldn't help but feel a schadenfreude.
So this guy, he had been cheated on by his own girlfriend last year too.
The joys and sorrows of humans are not shared.
Knowing that Jian Zhou had likely been cheated on, his mood instantly improved.
Even the son of the richest man could be cheated on, so him being cheated on once or twice was just commonplace.
He raised his wine glass, deliberately clinked it against Jian Zhou's, and chuckled, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, why cling to one branch? If this one is gone, the next will be better. No need to hang yourself on one tree. Come, cheers!"
Jian Zhou, his face dark, didn't even look at him and turned to enter the restroom.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ling saw a perfectly made red velvet cake on display and wanted to cut a slice to try.
However, instead of tasting the red velvet, her iris blue dress got smeared with cream from the cake.
Fearing she might be secretly photographed and end up on the trending list with some nonsensical gossip about hooking up with the wealthy, Jiang Ling quickly gathered her skirt and headed to the restroom to clean it.
After about ten minutes of meticulous wiping with wet wipes over and over again, she finally managed to clean off the cream.
Fortunately, the cream wasn't of poor quality, otherwise, it would have been impossible to remove.
Emerging from the cubicle, Jiang Ling prepared to wash her hands and head back.
Catching sight of someone else also in the restroom, Jiang Ling's gaze flickered, and she instantly froze.
Jian Zhou was looking at her. The iris blue of his attire was so serene and gentle, but the heart of the person wearing it was as cold as ice.
Jian Zhou's stare made Jiang Ling's face burn. She quickly turned on the faucet, rinsed her hands twice, and turned to flee.
Behind her, a chilling, angry voice called out, "Stop!"
Hearing this, Jiang Ling's feet felt rooted to the spot as if stuck in mud, unable to move.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ling slowly turned to face Jian Zhou, but dared not meet his eyes.
She pretended to have bumped into an acquaintance on the road, and with a smile, greeted him, "Um… long time no see. Are, are you doing okay?"
"Good, of course, I'm good, exceptionally good!"
Jian Zhou managed a smile that looked worse than crying, his gums grinding, as he walked towards Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling instinctively stepped back, but the washbasin in the hotel restroom was small, and there was nowhere else to retreat. She soon found herself pressed against the wall.
Her heart pounded wildly. Jiang Ling forced herself to remain calm and said, "Um… listen to me…"
Jiang Ling had imagined meeting Jian Zhou and explaining everything properly, clearing the air, and reconciling.
But when she actually saw him, all the words that had crowded her throat vanished, and she didn't know how to speak them.
Jiang Ling, oh Jiang Ling, weren't you supposed to be an expert with words?
When acting in romance dramas, you could utter all sorts of cheesy, melodramatic lines without a blush.
Now, when you need to say a few serious words, why can't you speak them?