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<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="378" data-orig-width="500"></figure>That Murong Feng is a naughty, lecherous boy. Hmph. Thinking about what’s under Jing Wan’s torn qipao. Is this the first stirrings of love?
I LOVE being able to see into Murong Feng’s head. Reading this scene from the book was so much better that watching this scene in the drama, simply because we know what was each character was thinking. Looking back, I’m so disappointed by the lack of chemistry between Wallace Chung and Li Xiao Ran after their initial meeting on the train.
Encountering Love: Chapter 12
Inside the room, Jing Wan heard them walk away, so she went up to push against the door but discovered that the door was locked firmly from the outside. She couldn’t even open it a crack. She turned around to look at Murong Feng, who looked completely nonchalant and smiled at her, saying: “Sorry about this, I mistakened you for someone else and have offended you.” She only responded: “Not at all.” After she said it, she though that her words were slightly improper, but she though that if she said anymore, she would just be digging herself into a deeper hole. There was only one small lamp lit in the room, which she placed in front of the window. The window was covered with velvet curtains decorated with gold thread, which cause the room to be dark and gloomy and the light shined a dim green color. She held her moon white qipao, which was embroidered with deep red thread, and she glistened in the light, looking like a branch of magnolia flowers the color of white jade holding up against the rain. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he asked: “Is it you?”
Her heartbeat quickened: “Yes…it’s me.”
He still had a calm demeanor and said, smiling: “We must be fated because it seems that whenever I’m with you, I’m in a some kind of a predicament.” Her thoughts were jumbled and she did not know how to respond. He walked over to the door and shoved at it but it did not budge at all; he said: “Whenever these people drink, they make so much trouble.” When he saw that she was watching him, he smiled again, and comforted her by saying: “It’s not a big deal, someone will come back to let us out.” He saw that she was hesitant and uneasy so he turned the rest of the lamps in the room on, lighting up the whole room, and saw that her eyes were as clear as autumn water, gracefully watching him. Her eyes were twinkling, so clear and bright that it attracted him.
When Tao Duan Ren returned to the banquet hall, he drank a few shots with those Tong Zhis, and taking advantage of their drunkenness, he beckoned his personal servant over with his hand, and without being noticed, he took out the key and handed it to the servant, but suddenly someone reached out and grabbed that key. Tao Duan Ren raised his head and saw that it was Guan Tong Zhi, smiling crookedly, he said to him: “What is Commander Tao worried about?”
Tao Duan Ren said: “Haven’t you played around enough? Stop this at once.” Guan Tong Zhi laughed out loud, and lowered his voice to say: “Anyways, Liu Shao is still in that room. He’s probably happier sitting in there than he would be if we had forced liquor on him. Tao Duan Ren laughed and said: “A joke should remain a joke. If you keep him locked up like this, what will this turn into?” Another Zhou Tong Zhi brought over a pot of wine, and poured another cup for Tao Duan Ren, saying: “Don’t worry Commander Tao, it is still early. It’s not often that we have a couple of days off, let Liu Shao comfortably keep himself idle.” The others also started talking over each other, urging him to drink. Tao Duan Ren did not have any other way but to continue to be pestered by them.
Originally, Murong Feng had guessed that someone would come in a little while but even after a long time, as the sky gradually darkened, the area around them was completely quiet. Hearing the sound of laughter from far away, Murong Feng paced across the room a couple of times, drew back the curtain to peer outside, and then glanced at Jing Wan. Thinking about it in her head, Jing Wan thought that being locked up like this is embarrassing, and under these circumstances, everything would be difficult to explain, so she said: “Liu Shao, please do what is convenient for you.”
Of course she did not have any other intentions, but once she said this, she began to think that perhaps what she said was embarrassing. He could not help but laugh, and said: “Even though jumping out the window would be extremely easy, but then I would be breaching etiquette in front of Miss.” She responded: “This would allow us to get out of here more quickly. How is this a breach of etiquette?” After he heard her straightforward answer, he was thinking how those Tong Zhis were all alcoholics, if they were still sober, everyone else would be in a drunken stupor. If he were really locked in this room all night, how outrageous would that be? He raised his hands to push open the window, and seeing that no one was around, he levered himself over the windowsill and lightly landed on the ground.
He turned around and said to Jing Wan: “Wait here for a little bit, I’ll go get someone to open the door.” Jing Wan saw him turn around, about to leave and she became worried. She finally met with Murong Feng after so much trouble, and if he just left like this, it would be difficult to meet with him again, so she called out: “Wait, I’ll go with you.” She saw that there was a beautiful stool in front of the writing desk, so she dragged it over to the window and stepped on it. However, the slit of her qipao was too small, so how could she jump through the window like he did? Without stopping to think any further, she tore at the slit of her qipao, and with a ‘cha’ sound, the qipao’s slit was lengthened. He saw her step onto the windowsill, and was very surprised. He instinctively reached out his hand to offer her support, but she did not notice and slid off the windowsill instead, nimbly landing on her feet. She then dusted herself with a handkerchief, and looking completely comfortable, as if she had just bent down to pick a flower, she raised her head and gave him a charming smile.
He tried his best to restrain himself from looking at the torn slit of her qipao. He had already started to look at her differently in his heart, and was worried that it would show through how he looked at her, so he just gave a small cough and said: “Miss, please walk this way.” At this time, Jing Wan said lightly: “My surname is Yin, called Yin Jing Wan.” He gave an ‘ah’ sound and offering her his hand, he said: “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Yin.” Her hand was very cold, making him think about when he held his mother’s small, jade Buddhist rod as a child. He held the cold within his palm, just like this and would slide on the floor like a little lightning deity, but he could not help but be very careful with it. Seeing that her clothes have been torn and that she could not possibly go out like this, he immediately had a change in plans.
He walked in front, following the veranda, which curved several times and passed through many different courtyards. There was a little Western-styled building in the back and in front of the building was a light as bright as snow, which was shining on a large poplar tree. The night’s breeze blew through, and thousands of leaves whipped past the little red railing, as in a poem or a painting.
However, Jing Wan was not in the mood to admire the scenery. Murong Feng entered the building and called out: “Third Sister!” It turned out that this was where the Third Miss Murong lived; he thought that his Third Sister would have been in front, greeting the guests but it just so happened that at that time, the Third Miss Murong had returned to her room to change her outfit. When she heard his voice, she quickly came downstairs, and upon seeing the two of them, she pursed her lips to hide a smile. Murong Feng did not expect her to really be there and was planning to order someone to pick out a dress, but at that time, he said to her: “Third Sister should first order someone to find something for her to change into.” When the Third Miss Murong heard his words, she glanced at Jing Wan and when she immediately saw the torn slit of her qipao, she could not hold back her smile anymore. With laughter overflowing from the corners of her eyes, she said with a large smile: “I have a new qipao and the waistline was made a bit small. I have not gotten it altered yet. Miss Yin is more slender than I am, it will definitely fit you.” She called a servant to led Jing Wan to change her outfit. Jing Wan had already walked forward a few steps when she suddenly thought of something. Turning around, she said to Murong Feng: “May I trouble you to wait for me? I have a matter I would like to discuss with you.”