Love You for the Rest of My Life-Chapter 1840 - 1839: I’m Really Not Like That

Nangong Ran’s face clearly appeared in his view. At this moment, she no longer looked like that carefree, dumb, silly little ingrate.

Instead, she appeared somewhat expressionless, and the car was filled with smoke. He knew she was smoking again. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She looked at him and asked, with little emotion fluctuation, "Second brother, is there anything else?"

Di Mingchen was slightly shaken; this demeanor of hers, he had never seen before.

When her face was expressionless, her single eyelid appeared full of arrogance, as if it could reject people from miles away.

She just looked at him calmly, yet it made him feel a slight tugging pain in his heart.

"In my heart, there is an endless ocean. On the other side, there’s always sunshine. Don’t complete dreams given by others; I have my own unique face. Every turn, every section, every hope, every disappointment. No matter how difficult, there is no place I can’t go.

I hear the horizon calling me. No need to know how far the end is. Riding the wind, raising the waves, it’s not madness, it’s faith. Life is a test of strong wandering, although..."

Music played in the car, and Di Mingchen’s brows furrowed deeply.

Nangong Ran raised her hand and took a puff of her cigarette, "If there’s nothing else, you should go inside. It’s cold outside. I’m going home."

She was still so silly. Di Mingchen’s eyes darkened slightly. He reached out and took the cigarette from her hand, seriously reminded, "Smoke less."

Nangong Ran withdrew her gaze, "I know, go inside, I’m leaving."

After saying that, she stepped on the gas without waiting for Di Mingchen’s reply.

Di Mingchen turned his eyes to her car, his lips moved but ultimately he didn’t have time to say anything.

Nangong Ran left, while Di Mingchen still stood there. The night was cold, but there was warmth between his fingers. He looked down at the burning cigarette in his fingers, then slowly raised his hand.

The cigarette on his lips was sweet, just like her kiss. Di Mingchen took a few fierce puffs before finally turning around to return to the villa.

Nangong Ran drove on the road, feeling very irritated, and the bits and pieces of her interactions with Di Mingchen inevitably surfaced in her mind.

He gave her cigarettes to smoke, lent her money, kissed her, washed her feet.

How moved she had been by all of this!

She thought he would never care about who she really was.

What a pity...

A tiger remains a tiger, even if it turns into a gentle cat, at its core, it’s still a tiger.

One order from him, and no one dares to question his words.

But she never thought she was honestly like an idiot in Di Mingchen’s heart.

Two hot tears couldn’t be held back, and they fell onto the steering wheel with a slap. Nangong Ran’s eyes were red like a rabbit’s.

One moment he washes her feet, being incredibly tender, the next moment he screams bloody murder at her.

What kind of friend is this?

Damn this so-called friend, she doesn’t need a friend like this!

Nangong Ran drove, tears flowing, feeling somewhat wronged.

Indeed, beauty is so superficial; independence is better.

Besides, who is he to her?

Why should she cry?

Unsure of what mood she had, she returned home, only to find her phone ringing. Opening it, it turned out to be a message from Di Mingchen.

It was just three simple words: I’m sorry.

Nangong Ran’s nose turned sour, and tears rolled down in torrents. Actually, I’m not like that. I’m not like that with everyone, it’s just me...

Nangong Ran did not reply.

After a while, Di Mingchen sent another message, asking her, "Are you home?"

After entering the door, she received another message from Di Mingchen, "Let me know when you’re home."