Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 303: Seeing a lot of deep meaning

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Seeing a lot of deep meaning

He Ling was momentarily stunned; he was a good ten centimeters taller than Jiang Zhe, so how had Jiang Zhe managed to catch him?

He subconsciously tried to resist.

However, He Ling, who had never shown cowardice in extreme sports, surprisingly failed to break free and had no choice but to lower his body and let Jiang Zhe drag him back.

He was shocked, and so was He Zizhou.

At the same time, He Zizhou also showed a trace of relief.

"You hit someone and just want to leave?" Jiang Zhe brought him directly in front of Xia Enci.

He Ling, being held by a young girl like this, was red-faced and embarrassed, but knowing he was indeed in the wrong, he hastened to apologize before Jiang Zhe could say anything.

Seeing that his attitude was not too bad, Jiang Zhe finally let go of his collar.

He Ling straightened up, and Xia Enci said, "Here, take your doll back."

Seeing the BJD doll, He Ling felt awkward: "I don’t want it."

"Hey, if you don’t want your own stuff, who will? Just take it!" Xia Enci pushed it at him.

He Zizhou took it first: "Give it to me."

He held it in his hands.

Originally, he had come today at La Xiu’s request to accompany He Ling to look at BJD dolls, and he had even placed an order early on.

But to their surprise, upon seeing the dolls, He Ling turned and walked away.

La Xiu had said that this was a normal reaction, and it was unlikely that He Ling would accept these things quickly.

But still, one has to try.

He also hadn’t expected to encounter Jiang Zhe here.

"If nobody wants it, I’ll take it." Jiang Zhe reached out.

He Zizhou handed the doll to her.

Jiang Zhe looked it over from both sides, aimed at the trash can, and threw it straight in.

With a clang, the doll landed inside, mixing with the garbage.

He Ling’s expression changed slightly, a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"There’s no need to keep things nobody wants. Let’s go," Jiang Zhe turned to leave.

He Ling glanced at the trash can but didn’t go over to it.

He Zizhou said, "We should go too."

He followed He Zizhou’s footsteps.

"Don’t give me these girly things next time; I don’t want them," He Ling said. "If you really care about me, just give me a ticket to go abroad so I can participate in the canyon off-road race."

"That figurine was from dad who asked me to give it to you," He Zizhou said softly.

He Ling paused for a moment.

He Zizhou continued, "Sorry, there are some things that I didn’t know about before."

He Ling remained silent.

The car slowly drove off, in silence the entire time.

However, He Ling’s brows showed a slight stir.

Xia Enci, carrying things, said, "Is that guy He’s younger brother? Why is he playing with dolls now?"

"Dolls are cute; it’s pretty normal to play with them," Jiang Zhe said nonchalantly.

"That’s true," Xia Enci said. "It’s just a pity, a perfectly good one, straight into the trash."

"Nothing to pity about it, it belongs in the trash if no one wants it."

Although Xia Enci felt there was some truth to that, she still felt it was a bit of a waste.

...

He Ling was at home, packing up his things.

Mrs. He was selecting items on the side, "Do you think it would be better to give this to Jiang Zhe, or this?"

"I have no idea what she likes, just pick something." He Ling said.

"You child, really. Zizhou, come over and help me choose." Mrs. He dragged her eldest son over.

He Zizhou, seeing that she was choosing gold, silver, and jade articles, knew that Jiang Zhe might not fancy these items, and said, "Mom, don’t busy yourself with this, just help little brother pack his things. He’s about to return to Beijing for the summer camp."

He Ling was studying in Beijing and had just turned nineteen when he started his senior year of high school, because he was always taking leave to participate in various extreme sports and often getting injured, which caused him to miss the normal academic schedule.

Some of his classmates were already in their second year of college.

This time, he got an opportunity to attend a summer camp in Beijing, and everyone in the family thought he should definitely go to college.

"Right, there is that." Mrs. He went to pack for He Ling.

"He Ling, come with me." Mr. He came over and said.

He Ling put down the clothes in his hand and followed his father into his study.

Even though his father had always been the most supportive person in the family, through this treatment, He Ling also understood the deeper reasons why his father supported him.

When father and son met, there was inevitably less affection than before.

An awkward and strange atmosphere flowed between the two.

After a long while, Mr. He finally spoke, "I’ve applied for a change, the summer camp will be in Jincheng, joining with the students from No. 1 High School."

"You mean..." He Ling hesitated.

"Have you not been seeing Dr. La recently? He’s based in Jincheng long-term, so staying in Jincheng is more convenient for you."

Mr. He’s words meant he had a high regard for La Xiu’s treatment this time.

It was evident that he had some regrets about the past actions that had led to such severe consequences for his son.

In the past few days, he had sleepless nights, pondering over this issue.

"What, not happy?" Mr. He became serious, "If you’re not happy, pack up quickly and come back with me."

He Ling finally smiled, "Then I will stay."

He looked at his father intently for several moments before turning and running out.

Once outside, he started to pull clothes out of his suitcase.

"You child, what are you doing now?" Mrs. He, who had just finished packing his clothes neatly, saw him scattering them all over again.

"Dad said, let me stay in Jincheng, I’ll join the summer camp with the students from No. 1 High School."

Mrs. He was stunned for a moment, then a relieved smile appeared on her face.

He Zizhou silently smiled as well.

Mr. He came over, handing over a box, "Weren’t you two picking a gift for Jiang Zhe? Take this."

He Zizhou took it, and Mr. He had already turned to leave, seemingly too lazy to fuss over such trivial matters.

He opened the box and took a look, He Ling also leaned in, "These three weasel-hair brushes were custom-made by my dad from a master craftsman, he has been fond of them for many years and never had the heart to use them. So this is for Jiang Zhe?"

"This gift is indeed nice," Mrs. He said with a smile, "I remember Zizhou mentioning that Jiang Zhe is skilled at repairing paintings and calligraphy, so these brushes would be very useful for her. It seems I was being conventional, always thinking about gold and silver."

He Zizhou smiled, "This gift is truly great."

He Ling looked towards his father’s departing figure, seeming to see a lot of depth in it.

...

Mrs. He personally made an appointment with Jiang Zhe.

In a teahouse.

Upon entering, Jiang Zhe smelled a refreshing aroma of tea.

She walked in, Mrs. He was brewing tea, and upon seeing her, smiled and said, "Please have a seat, Miss Jiang."

"You can just call me by my name, ma’am." Jiang Zhe sat down.

Mrs. He handed over a cup of tea, "Then I’ll do as they do and call you Xiaozhe."

Jiang Zhe took the tea and had a sip, "Emei snowbuds, the fragrance is serene, the aftertaste is refreshing and sweetly cool—it’s good tea."

"So you’re quite knowledgeable about tea too," Mrs. He finally understood why, after so many years, Xia Enci from the Qin Family, despite being alone, could fall for this schoolgirl in uniform.