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Chapter 222 - 222 87 Cheng Daqi's First Flutter of the Heart_3

222: Chapter 87: Cheng Daqi’s First Flutter of the Heart_3 222: Chapter 87: Cheng Daqi’s First Flutter of the Heart_3 Zhao Hongjin felt an odd sense of familiarity with the silent atmosphere.

Yes, last night when Cheng Daqi said goodbye, they only exchanged goodbyes without any additional words.

Looking back, it was also an unfulfilled silence then.

“Daqi…”

Cheng Daqi wanted to cleverly speak up at the same time to dissolve the awkwardness, but he immediately gave up his shameful instinct for performative social interactions.

Zhao Hongjin was his friend, not a client he needed to fool or deceive.

But Zhao Hongjin only uttered two words before stopping.

The girl sat opposite Cheng Daqi, silently shedding tears, then she lifted her head and burst out laughing.

“You really are the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, Daqi.”

Alright, her evaluation was not unusual, and Cheng Daqi admitted to himself that he indeed was a jerk, often acting ruthlessly and by any means necessary.

He didn’t speak but offered a tissue instead.

“You told me that when you first got to know me, you were all schemes, and I understand.

Your schemes were amazing.

Back then…

I felt like I had met a unique super detective in the world, who could deduce which university I was from with just a few words.

If our relationship had remained in that state, I probably wouldn’t have as happy a time as I do today.”

Yes, you don’t have to worry, I am happy now, the kind of happiness that makes me want to cry.

But you really are a jerk, Daqi.

I just thought, seeing as you are also a sincere person, why didn’t you treat me sincerely from the start?

I pondered and pondered and then understood that you were right, in the dark, you have to adapt to the environment according to the rules of the night.

Then, I thought about how I accused you yesterday, ‘No matter how many excuses you find, you can’t whitewash your behavior.

You’re mixed up with criminals,’ and called you an opportunist.

Are you listening?”

“I am listening.”

“Up until just now, when you apologized to me, I realized that it was me who was the arrogant, ignorant, and shallow one.

I always had a sense of justice, a meaningless sense of justice.

I thought I was burning, but in reality, I was just burning myself out.

You, on the other hand, actually took action.

To move forward, you stood with the most evil.

Daqi, you are the bravest, compared to you, I’m like an emmmm.”

After saying so much, is it a leap too far?

Do you think I’m strange?”

The girl with peach blossom eyes ultimately couldn’t bear to scold herself; she sniffled, realizing she had gone off-topic.

“No, I happen to understand you.”

Looking at Zhao Hongjin’s pitiful face, Cheng Daqi smiled and shook his head.

Do you think I’m strange?

No, I happen to understand you.

The nineteen-year-old girl felt a real joy emerging out of nowhere, filling her chest and heart.

But she didn’t believe it, not knowing where her disbelief came from; that inexplicable disbelief emerged as abruptly as the joy had.

“Do you really understand?”

Zhao Hongjin tried to confirm, to see if Cheng Daqi really understood what she was saying.

“Indescribable feeling.

This morning I met Gru and then won, I thought I was happy enough at that moment.

But life’s rewards never make sense, ha, too unreasonable.”

Cheng Daqi filled Zhao Hongjin’s teacup and pushed it toward her.

“Tieguanyin tea, don’t scoff at it.”

Zhao Hongjin glared at Cheng Daqi and continued.

“Tsk, you really are a jerk.

My intuition tells me that for you to make me trust you so quickly, you must be a great con artist.

But my wisdom tells me, you’re not a con artist, just a person struggling desperately, nothing more.”

Intelligent, sense of justice, shared ideals, principles, empathy, logical and reasonable – for Cheng Daqi, the least important thing was her stunning beauty.

After his rebirth, Cheng Daqi felt moved for the first time, but he really couldn’t persuade himself to admit that he was smitten by a nineteen-year-old girl.

His psychological age was already in his thirties.

Lao Deng, whose psychological age could have made him Uncle Zhao Hongjin’s, countered with an unfazed tease.

“Oh, when did you become so wise?”

Zhao Hongjin was so irritated she ground her teeth.

“Asshole!”

Cheng Daqi arched an eyebrow, smiling as he said.

“So, is this like getting to know each other all over again?”

Zhao Hongjin’s expression was complex; she felt that she still hadn’t fully figured out Cheng Daqi.

“Probably.

I feel like it counts.

Am I much smarter than you thought?”

“An idiot always likes to stress that they’re not an idiot.

Going by the symptoms, you…”

“Keep talking~”

“I was wrong, sis, don’t throw anything at me, you’re a graceful lady.”