Chapter 803: What Kind of Bizarre Idea Is This?
"Uh," Nangong Ran scratched his head, "It’s too late now, let’s talk about it tomorrow."
"Okay," Di Jinxuan nodded as well, "Then let’s go to sleep."
"Yeah," Nangong Ran said tiredly, "You go to sleep first, good night. Xuanxuan, thank you."
"Are you silly?" Di Jinxuan chuckled with slight annoyance, urging, "Hurry up and go to sleep, stop dawdling. Your third brother will definitely be okay."
"Yeah," Nangong Ran took a deep breath, "I know."
After hanging up the phone, Di Jinxuan actually felt somewhat sleepless. She didn’t know why Nangong Ran suddenly wanted to say those things.
He talked about how Nangong Jin was a very complicated person, had been through too much, and didn’t deserve her.
In truth, she had never really considered whether they were suited for each other; loving someone isn’t that simple, is it? How could it be easy to be moved by someone?
Maybe she was just a bit insensitive to emotions.
But she really didn’t feel anything special for Nangong Jin, nor did she feel that Nangong Jin truly liked her.
Flirting, well, any normal man gets to a certain age, has a surplus of hormones, who doesn’t like to flirt?
Moreover, she often mingled on various forums, and although her experiences were limited, she had indeed seen a lot.
Some posts were half truth, half fiction, and through them, at least she had gained some understanding.
Maybe it was because she saw so much and learned so much, and accepted so many negative messages, that she felt somewhat numb to emotions.
She felt that the only good men came from her own family, and who knows what other men were really like inside—only the devil knows!
She had seen too many posts about men who played with emotions, or those who treated women well before marriage but completely changed after, those who cheated and refused to divorce, and those who acted shamelessly.
Then there were men who were after a woman’s family background, or those who got involved with a woman’s cousins, best friends, and whatnot; in short, all the variegated human conditions, the most plentiful being such blood-boiling, cynically gossipy posts on forums.
After seeing so much, she really began to feel numb towards men!
Forget it, forget it, who cares, she and Nangong Jin were an impossible thing. She deserved to be treated with profound affection, and this person was definitely not going to be Nangong Jin, of that she was quite clear.
This man was like a poppy, stunningly beautiful but unfortunately poisonous. Once you get close, you can’t reject it, and in the end, you die right by it.
With someone like Nangong Jin, you can’t resist his charm, but he came with too many thorns.
First, he was not serious and heartless.
Second, his charisma was too great, attracting all sorts of attention.
Third, he was too good at pretending; you never knew which of his words were true, and which were false.
Anyway, to sum it up in three words: bad boy, rascal.
Such a man was actually very dangerous because he had a kind of innate ability to conquer women with his charm and dominance, along with a shameless audacity.
But with such a man, if he truly loved you, that kind of love could make you passionate beyond measure.
Yet how long can such love last?
What she was really curious about now were the things Nangong Ran said—those out-of-the-blue comments to her, what did they mean?
Did she accidentally learn some secret about Nangong Jin, which made him speak that way?
Perhaps Nangong Jin’s trip to the remote Miaojiang wasn’t just about the arms trade after all?
She remembered Nangong Ran telling her that a lot of the arms trade was done online, without the face-to-face dealings shown on TV.
What could there be in Miaojiang that made Nangong Jin risk going there alone?
And who was the woman by his side, helping him with his gunshot wound?
Her voice sounded cold and ruthless; was she one of his subordinates?
The more Di Jinxuan thought about it, the more she felt that Nangong Jin was indeed complex, complex enough to give her a headache.
She simply didn’t want to think about it, yet she couldn’t help wanting to pry—what a peculiar thought that was?