Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 171: The Thoughts of Three People (4)

A very light sound, like a whisper, or a tender call, made Mi Jing get goosebumps. Such a gentle Han Bin is truly rare!

"What’s wrong?" Mi Jing asked puzzledly.

"Brother, here’s a toast to you. Congratulations on finally getting married." With that, Han Bin tilted his head to finish his drink. Mi Jing couldn’t keep up with his pace at all.

"Why are you drinking alone? Pour me some wine!" Mi Jing handed her empty glass to Han Bin and ordered.

"I’m toasting to you, you don’t need to drink!" Han Bin forcefully pushed the glass back to Mi Jing and glanced at her left hand, muttering, "Since you’re married, why not wear the wedding ring?"

"I..." Mi Jing glanced at Shen Lingxing beside her and said, "I left it at home, I’m not used to wearing it!"

"Oh." Han Bin responded ambiguously and then buried his head drinking.

Abnormal, really abnormal!

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Mi Jing looked at Han Bin with disbelief, but soon her disbelief turned into puzzlement and doubt, with a hint of worry.

At this moment, Han Bin was holding a glass in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, drinking one glass after another, his movements bold and handsome, but his eyes seemed filled with a heavy, unmeltable sadness, a trace of inexplicable sorrow in his dark pupils.

"Han Bin, stop drinking." Mi Jing stood up, reaching out to grab the wine bottle from Han Bin’s hand, but he dodged, grabbing nothing.

"Don’t bother me!" Han Bin, slightly tipsy, hugged the wine bottle and shouted, "You finally got married, I’m happy, so happy!"

"You’re just being contradictory!"

Suddenly, Mi Jing’s words made Han Bin’s heart quiver, his face and actions slightly stiffening imperceptibly!

Did she already see through his thoughts? Was she now trying to tell him that her marriage to Shen Lingxing was just an act, aiming to provoke him?

As he contemplated this, Mi Jing’s voice fell again, "Do you look like you’re happy? What’s bothering you? Just tell me!"

Instantly, tension and hope dissipated, and blurry images flashed in his mind. Her radiant smile, her tender expression when she looked at Shen Lingxing—every detail made him realize the truth and mocked his wishful thinking.

"I’m not unhappy." Han Bin tried hard to squeeze out a happy smile, but in Mi Jing’s eyes, the smile seemed to lack something.

"You..."

"Han Bin, I toast to you."

Mi Jing wanted to continue questioning, but Shen Lingxing interrupted her. Then Mi Jing became ignored, helplessly watching the two men drinking.

As they drank, Han Bin’s words increased, becoming somewhat slurred, "Brother-in-law... I’m not fully aware of the situation between you and Jingjing, but there are some things I must say..."

"Go ahead," Shen Lingxing, whose drinking capacity was good, was completely sober, with only a faint red on his handsome face. He looked at Han Bin with an inscrutable complexity that Mi Jing couldn’t understand.

Others were joyfully drinking together, but what was going on between them?

They haven’t been able to have a cheerful conversation; instead, there seems to grow a mutual sympathy?

Mi Jing speculated wildly, feeling an urge to scratch her head because she genuinely couldn’t comprehend the thoughts of these two men!

She wanted to ask clearly, but the two men continued looking at each other, she still being ignored.

"You... you must seriously propose to Jingjing once. When she was little, she told me she wanted to marry a tall, handsome, and wealthy man. Hehe, great, you meet all these conditions..." Han Bin paused for a while and continued, "She doesn’t like noisy environments, so you should propose to her privately, then give her a decent wedding. She said, a woman is at her most beautiful when wearing a wedding dress, so she wants to keep the memory of her most beautiful moment. There are many other things she has dreamed of. If you want to know, ask me. I’ll tell you everything. And lastly, the most important thing, you must treat her well and make her happy. If not, I won’t let you off!"

Shen Lingxing listened intently, and so did Mi Jing.

Listening to Han Bin’s somewhat incoherent words, Mi Jing suddenly felt a sourness in her nose, secretly sighing in her heart. He actually remembered many things she said a long time ago; he understands her more than she imagined. He even knows the life she once yearned for and the things she dreamed of. Now that she’s married, he feels reluctant.

Memories of their playful moments slowly emerged in her mind, like a movie, some blurry like distant shots, some clear like close-ups, old and recent, happy and unhappy, but all beautiful!

Actually, she always felt very happy, even before meeting Shen Lingxing. She already felt this way. She has a warm family, a job she likes, loving parents, understanding and protective siblings, good friends who know her well, no worries about food and clothing, and can live freely. Now having Shen Lingxing, she feels her life is perfect, lacking nothing.

She thought she must have been a good person in her previous life, doing many good deeds to deserve everything she has in this life...

Finally, Han Bin drank himself unconscious, and Shen Lingxing, with the help of the driver he called, carried him to the car. After giving the driver the address, Mi Jing called Fang Qinglan, explained the situation, and then she and Shen Lingxing walked slowly towards the parking lot along the lakeside. Her mood no longer light, as if a large stone weighed down her heart, feeling uncomfortable and heavy.

For some reason, she felt an indistinct emotion, making her afraid to seriously ponder it. She feared the answer would be something she didn’t want, making her only think of avoiding it. Besides, she wasn’t sure if Shen Lingxing felt the same way, thinking Han Bin’s weirdness wasn’t because he was unhappy but because...

Suddenly, Mi Jing shook her head, forcing the thoughts to stop abruptly. She didn’t want to, nor dared to continue thinking.

"Dizzy or a headache?" Despite having drunk a lot, Shen Lingxing’s steps remained steady. Suddenly, he let go of Mi Jing’s small hand, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, stopped walking, and then hugged her tightly.

"Neither."

"So what are you thinking?"

Under the streetlamp’s light, Mi Jing looked up at Shen Lingxing. His dark eyes were beautiful, like obsidian, with an intelligence and sharpness that seemed to see through her thoughts.

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