The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 791, including Don’t Want Me (3)

After the two of them had walked away, a tall and slender figure emerged from the shadows.

Ji Mingqian’s lips curled into a helpless smile, tinged with bitterness.

He was still angry with him.

Even claimed he didn’t like candied hawthorn anymore.

Was he planning to give up everything related to him?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the flight to J city..."

The sweet voice boomed from the loudspeaker as more and more people bustled through the airport, hastening back and forth amid the clamor of footsteps.

Jiang Yisheng removed his sunglasses and, seeing Wen Rang standing without sitting down, asked in bewilderment, "Wen Rang, why are you standing there, why don’t you sit down?"

On the verge of revealing a flaw, Wen Rang came up with a quick excuse, "Uh, my stomach is a bit upset, I’m going to the restroom."

Upset stomach?

Jiang Yisheng was puzzled; could it be the seafood from yesterday was too much?

Without suspicion, Jiang Yisheng took out a book from his bag and quietly flipped through it.

Suddenly, the curtains beside him were lifted, and soft footsteps were heard.

Thinking it was Wen Rang returning, Jiang Yisheng didn’t even lift his head as he suggested, "Wen Rang, why don’t you ask the flight attendant for some medicine?"

If the stomach upset persists, it would be unbearable.

No one answered, and the footsteps stopped near the seat.

A chill and faint fragrance invaded his nose.

Jiang Yisheng frowned, catching a glimpse of a pair of black sneakers from the corner of his eye, his expression shifted slightly.

Wen Rang wore white shoes today; then who was sitting next to him?

Jiang Yisheng turned his head abruptly, not anticipating the person beside him to lean in suddenly.

Eye to eye.

Without sunglasses as a shield, he gazed into those dark eyes, and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

In a flash, his mind went blank.

The heavy book slipped from his hands, dropping squarely to the floor.

"Thud—"

After a dull sound, a startling silence followed.

The person he longed for day and night was now within reach; Ji Mingqian’s gaze was covetous as he looked at the person before him, the corners of his lips curling into a smile beneath his mask.

The one beside him looked as if he’d been frightened, his expression wooden with a touch of dazed cuteness.

Ji Mingqian reached out to remove the cap from his head, placing his well-defined large hand on top of it, "Have your injuries healed?"

The deep voice penetrated his soul. After a moment of stunned silence, Jiang Yisheng’s eyes flickered with bewilderment, and his first instinct was to flee.

He brushed off the large hand on his head and fumbled hurriedly to unbuckle his seatbelt.

In the next moment, his wrist was suddenly seized, the cool fragrance grew closer, faintly mixed with the scent of tobacco.

"The plane has already taken off, where do you plan to escape to?"

He had feared this reaction, that upon seeing him, he would run, which is why he chose this method to meet him.

Couldn’t he give him a chance to explain?

Jiang Yisheng remained silent, straining to break free from his grip, but his strength was outmatched.

His gaze lowered, "Let go."

Ji Mingqian acted as if he hadn’t heard, tightening his grip on his wrist, "Can you stop avoiding me, hmm?"

"This isn’t your seat, please leave," Jiang Yisheng evaded his question, his voice turbulent with emotion.

"Wen Rang and I switched seats; this has become my seat," said Ji Mingqian.

Jiang Yisheng felt a flare of annoyance as he suddenly realized the bizarre behavior of Wen Rang just earlier.

Turns out it wasn’t trouble with his stomach at all, but a scheme to trick him, orchestrated with Ji Mingqian.

He struggled to free himself from his grip, unbuckled his seatbelt, and hastily tried to escape this place with him in it, "I’m going to find Wen Rang, I’ll have him switch places with you."

Ji Mingqian grabbed his arm and asked in a suppressed voice, "This is a public place, do you plan to headline the hot search with me tomorrow?"

Jiang Yisheng gritted his teeth and glared at him coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

Ji Mingqian looked up, meeting his enchanting green eyes, which clearly reflected his own image in their depths.

It wasn’t easy for him to see him again, and he didn’t intend to anger him further.

He softened his tone, "Let’s talk."

Jiang Yisheng turned away, "There’s nothing for us to talk about."

"Who says there’s nothing to talk about? You ran off without saying a word that day, do you know how crazy I was searching for you?" Ji Mingqian’s wrist tightened slightly, and Jiang Yisheng fell back into the seat.

He had run away, hadn’t he, so why was he still looking for him?

Was it out of guilt? Jiang Yisheng sneered sarcastically.

Ji Mingqian took off his mask and then turned to see the mask on Jiang Yisheng’s face, which he also removed for him.

With not a hint of guard, he was easily disarmed.

"Give it back," Jiang Yisheng stretched out his hand to snatch it back.

Ji Mingqian hid both of their masks behind his back, his gaze fixed on him, "Why did you return the necklace to me?"

Jiang Yisheng froze, turned around, and reached for a fallen book to avoid his profound gaze, "That was originally yours to begin with."

"I gave it to you, so it’s yours."

Jiang Yisheng clenched the corner of the book, silent for a moment, then with firm resolve, cruelly said, "I don’t want it."

The short three words were like a sharp dagger, viciously stabbing into his heart.

His Adam’s apple moved slightly as Ji Mingqian said in a husky voice, "You don’t want the necklace, or me either, is that it?"

A fastball hit Jiang Yisheng, leaving him at a loss for words.

His eyes trembled slightly as he turned his back to him and said, "You already know, so why bother asking me?"

He couldn’t afford it, nor did he want it, because to him, it was an untouchable dream.

Before he could finish speaking, the man grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around.

Face to face, Ji Mingqian took in the slight redness at the corners of his eyes.

"I don’t understand, I don’t understand why you’re avoiding me, why you won’t even give me a chance to explain."

Jiang Yisheng didn’t want to discuss this topic with him again, all he wanted was to escape.

"Let go."

Ji Mingqian explained, "That night, I only ran because I didn’t know what to do, it’s not what you think."

"That doesn’t matter anymore," he said indifferently.

Ji Mingqian’s gaze was heavy as he looked at him, "Am I not important to you anymore either?"

The words he hesitated to say finally came out, "Yes."

As he spoke, a pain twisted in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

The hand holding his wrist tightened continuously but with a gentle force.

A hint of helplessness flashed through Ji Mingqian’s eyes, he was still holding a grudge.

He let go of his hand and ruffled his hair carelessly, "Wen Rang just gave you some candied haw, why didn’t you eat it? I brought it over, want some?"

As he spoke, he held out the paper bag to him, "Want to try?"

Claiming it was from a fan, good job, Wen Rang.

Jiang Yisheng shifted his position and moved to sit further inside.

"No need."

Anticipating his refusal, Ji Mingqian didn’t insist. He casually placed the paper bag aside.

He shifted his gaze and leaned in closer.

With nowhere to retreat, Jiang Yisheng lowered his eyes and said, "Ji Mingqian, if you’re coming to me out of guilt, you really don’t need to bother. If we ever meet again, we can act as if we never knew each other."