Ji Ling stayed idly at home, counting on his fingers the days until Ning Yuâs return.
Speaking of which, he hadn't received any gifts from Carlos the last several days, something he wasnât used to. But on second thought, it mightâve been a good thing, because that meant Carlos finally gave up. Congratulations!
The only thing that worried him was that although Carlos had finally given up on reminding him of his presence at the moment, Wen Yan had been circling in front of him ever since he returned.
It was like one fat lady had finally finished singing, only for the next to come on stage.Â
Really tiring.
âYoung Master, are you thirsty?" Wen Yan's gentle husky voice rang in his ear.
Ji Ling was sitting on a rattan chair and his body stiffened slightly. He turned to look at the silver-haired man standing devoted at his side. Wen Yanâs head was bowed in humility, and the sun made his silver hair shine brightly.
Ji Ling was full of complaints inside. I just wanted to take a nap outside in the sun. Although I kind of do what the elderly like to, do you need to be so conscientious in serving me?
Your election is about to begin, so go and get busy with your political struggle!
Ji Ling felt gloomy, but he didnât dare show it. He just shook his head: "Not thirsty."\n
Wen Yan stopped talking and stood there quietly.
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JiLing looked at his posture. It seemed like he was going to stay by his side until the end of time. How could he take this?! Itâs already very hard for me to keep up the act normally. Even when taking exams, thereâs a break time, right? Youâre standing here like an invigilator, so I canât even slack off secretly.Â
It canât go on like this. I have to think of something!
Ji Ling was enlightened. This person, Wen Yan, had always acted with profit in mind, so there must be a reason why he stayed by his side. But what benefits could he give him? Nothing more than help him get rid of some annoying flies, and putting some money to work!
He suddenly realized that he was still too careless. He hadnât even understood such simple logic.
Ji Ling furrowed his brow and stood. He looked up and said, "I heard youâve been participating in the recent election.â
Wen Yan nodded and said, "Yes."
Ji Ling let out a disdainful sneer and looked at him from the corner of his eye. âSomeone like you dares to think about that kind of position?â
Wen Yanâs expression stayed the same, and without even the least bit of displeasure, he whispered, âIâm simply giving it a try.â
Ji Ling didn't seem to think highly of him at all, but after a while, he still opened his communicator and transferred a large sum of money to Wen Yan. Looking up, he showed a small expression of disdain and said, "Take this money, and use it well. In the end, whether you succeed or not⌠youâre still one our people. Don't look so shabby all day, and embarrass me.â
Wen Yan looked at him deeply for a long time, and lowered his eyes respectfully: âUnderstood.â\nJi Ling finished, and glanced at Wen Yan who looked indifferent. He had a really good poker face. As expected of the most patient evil villain in the book. He could eat hardships for breakfast everyday in order to reach his goal.
Tsk tsk tsk. Ji ling waved his hand and said, âYou may go."
Wen Yan was motionless, and asked, "Don't you need me to serve you?"
Ji Ling said grumpily, "Do I look like someone who lacks people to serve me?!â
Wen Yan looked at the young man in front of him who was starting to get angry, noticing that his eyes flashed about uncomfortably. His heart couldnât help but turn soft as he tried to suppress the smile on his lips.
Speaking of which, although Ji Ling looked arrogant on the outside, he actually wasnât a person who enjoyed being served at home. He seemed to prefer being alone than being surrounded by others.
He was someone bossy who flaunted his wealth and luxury in public, but also someone who was quiet and lonely.
However, it so happened that these two contradictory sides were so compatible with each other on him, that they interwove to create a unique, intoxicating charm.
Clearly, Ji Ling gave him money because he wanted to help him, and didn't want to see him lose too badly in public⌠But he was born saying such hurtful things, as if he was afraid his sincerity would be found out. As an aristocrat, he likely thought subconsciously that it wasnât normal to want to help a lowly civilian like himself.
But kindness prevailed in the end.\nHaha, it looks like Wen Yan was taking all the gifts Carlos sent so Ji Ling wouldn't get any more.