My American magical life
Chapter 452 - 452 69 Original Title Deleted by Audit_2

452: Chapter 69 Original Title Deleted by Audit_2 452: Chapter 69 Original Title Deleted by Audit_2 Men sing and women follow, and in mixed doubles, CEO Cheng and Lisa worked very well together, which left Temir feeling a bit sour.

From her perspective, CEO Cheng and Lisa sat together, both slightly turned towards her.

This posture, with a hint of confrontation, pained her heart.

Lisa was her best friend, her confidante, and Cheng was her only male friend.

How had things come to this?

“If you’re confident, honey, that’s great.

The view here is beautiful, the fifteenth floor, the view from the second-to-last layer is amazing.”

The black-haired rich lady stood up from the sofa and walked to the edge of the open balcony, overlooking the Saint Rodu city district through the window.

You guys?

Lisa detected something was off, and CEO Cheng did too.

Their eyes met, beginning a frantic exchange of glances.

Cheng: You go, it’s not appropriate for a guy like me.

Lisa: You go, I’m scared.

Cheng: Scared of what?

She’s not going to eat you.

“I don’t want to go.”

Lisa murmured with a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, lowering her head and whispering beside Cheng Daqi.

Seeing Lisa’s resistant expression, Cheng Daqi nodded silently.

He patted Lisa on the shoulder and said loudly,

“The delivery person can’t find the way, Lisa, go and fetch them!”

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“Bang!”

Temir knew that Lisa had closed the door, she had left.

“Gurgle~ Gurgle~ Gurgle~”

Are you a water buffalo, Cheng?

Hearing Cheng Daqi’s footsteps, knowing he was standing behind her, Temir spoke with grievance.

“Do you both dislike me?”

Smart as they were, she couldn’t outwit CEO Cheng.

The black-haired rich lady decided to throw a direct pitch.

“Not at all, everyone is imperfect.

Even if you’re not that perfect, we still see you as a good friend.”

Cheng Daqi opened the window and the wind rushed in from outside, blowing Temir’s hair about.

“I hate you!” Temir didn’t know what she was saying, or rather, she was just expressing her inner feelings.

“Then I’ll close the window.

If you don’t hate me, is that okay?”

CEO Cheng, oh CEO Cheng, he was a genius at playing dumb.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what is it?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t want to delve into obscure topics, a difference between the male and female perspectives.

If we consider manners, he could easily cater to Temir’s feelings, but given the complexity of their relationship, CEO Cheng couldn’t play the role of a sappy male lead like an Asa-Sissy Shabi.

(Asa-Sissy: gentle, kind, one who’s nice to everyone)

The black-haired rich lady pointed outside the window and said in a low voice,

“I’ve been wanting to die since I was about eleven, I’ve tried sleeping pills, laundry detergent.

But our family doctor is incredible, and I had attendants with me 24 hours a day.

Every time I cut my wrists, I could be stitched up in less than twenty minutes.

Later, I thought about jumping off a building.

Look, it’s so high.

Just jump down, and in a few seconds, I’d be dead.”

Generally speaking, when the relationship between a man and a woman reaches the stage of ‘sharing wounds’, it’s as if one dog has shown its belly to another.

Temir is not a dog; she was merely trying to make Cheng Daqi understand her absurdity and torment.

“Wrong.

Falling down would take at least half a minute.

In that half a minute, you’ll witness the lives of others on each level below, realizing that everyone struggles in places unknown to the public.

Then you wouldn’t want to die.

But by that time, regret would be meaningless.”

CEO Cheng’s story was suitable to fool a fifth grader, and it would have matched well if he were talking to the eleven-year-old Temir.

But Temir was twenty-four now, and this lady had long outgrown the age of being influenced by fables.

“But I’m cowardly, Cheng.

Time and again, I’ve stood by the window, making excuses to delay another day.

Then, I come back to the window again, finding more excuses…

In short, now I’m back at the window.”

Temir turned around, her eyes red and shimmering with tears.

The bright sapphires now looked dull, just like the dim heart of their owner.

“Am I being very pitiful?”

“Of course not, you are my Muse, my Themis, and the Saint Veronica who has led me from darkness into light.

Mi’er, it’s just that your vulnerability and toughness are both too overwhelming, which causes you to lose the ability to balance when facing many things.”

Cheng Daqi’s reply was rich in imagery, resembling a Shabi literary young man.

But sometimes women like this kind of tune, especially Temir.

Just like a wild boar used to eating wild vegetables, CEO Cheng served her fine bran, and Mi’er found it delicious.

“Balance?” murmured the black-haired rich lady.

“This world is sick—lies, violence, hedonism, etc.

In short, there are not many normal people.

You might just lack a bit of the ability to balance your emotions, that’s all, and everything else about you is perfect.”

Temir disagreed with this, retorting,

“What about Lisa?

Is she also abnormal?”

CEO Cheng shook his head meaningfully and responded,

“From a psychiatric point of view, there’s no such thing as ‘normal’.

Every adult has some sort of issue, apart from those happy-go-lucky fools.

Do you think Lisa is a fool?”

Temir smiled, her eyes still red, and as she smiled, she looked just like two delicate blue flowers in bloom.

“‘Transformation’, I played Greenwo in high school.

What you said is Lundin’s line, Cheng, you’re a bit silly, taking lines from a play seriously.”

Unfazed by being exposed, CEO Cheng replied without a change in expression,

“Is Gru real?

Is Niu Sen real?

Are you real?

Am I real?

We’re all playing our own scripts in life, and the stuff from ‘Transformation’ just happens to apply to your situation.”