The Story Of Gossip Girl Chapter 21

After a moment, the car left the garage and made a turn to get onto the main roads. Tang Jianan spoke, “So you're interested in antiques…”

Feng Ping absentmindedly laughed.

“Since you liked that vase, why did you give it to him?”

“It's not some kind of unique thing, I was just browsing.”

Hearing the meaning behind these words, Tang Jianan felt that her tastes were extremely high, not at all like someone whose background was one that was short of money. But since even Director Yuan wanted this vase, the price should be extremely high, um, could it be that she was actually very rich?

From the first time he met her, this was the first time he had thought of this question. He usually did not care about the income of his female partner because he was never restrained by finances. Now, he thought hard about the past, Feng Ping's clothes did not seem to be very extravagant nor did she seem to wear any expensive brands. He had never seen her wear the brooch he sent her. Other than having a higher standard regarding the quality of her mattress, she was quite amicable in other matters…

Hm? Why did he suddenly think of this? It was as if he was worrying about the rascal he was raising in his house.

Tang Jianan realized this and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Feng Ping did not expect to b.u.mp into An Yuesheng and so was still out of sorts, she didn't speak at all during the ride. The skies outside the window slowly darkened as if a snowstorm was coming. After a long while, she suddenly realized that Tang Jianan was abnormally quiet and became a little suspicious only to see traces of a smile on his face. She became even more suspicious, could it be that he found something?

“What are you laughing about?” Feng Ping turned her head.

“Hm?”

Tang Jianan absentmindedly answered her, raising his head to look in the mirror, he found that he indeed was still smiling as if he was delighting in some sort of secret, causing his face to heat up. At this moment, a light beamed in and he became startled, feeling that his own curiosity was running astray.

Even though Feng Ping was curious about his blus.h.i.+ng face, she wasn't in the mood to tease him. She had her own matters.

They returned home and ate dinner, snow finally descending outside.

It took a lot of effort for Tang Jianan to be able to have a half a day's worth of rest at the end of the year and he was very willing to sit with her. In the warm room, appreciating the snowing scenery was quite a romantic scene. However, he did not expect for Feng Ping's mind to wander off, causing him to become a little unhappy.

How weird! He didn't know anything about her, why did he choose her to be his fiance?

He was like those fellows who did stupid things in a moment of impulse, after the whole fiasco happened, he was startled by his own actions as well. Actually at that time, even if it was another woman, he still would have asked her and that woman still most likely would have agreed.—This wasn't overconfidence, it was because the allure of Tang family was too irresistible for most people, and Tang Jianan had never experienced the feeling of being rejected. Perhaps it was because the women around him had high IQs, yet Feng Ping clearly did not have a very high IQ, because if she were intelligent enough, then she would play her part well and work hard to make the fake become real—even if they only pretended to be engaged, as the old saying goes, the skies will one day rain, the woman must marry. Nowadays, feelings were the most unreliable thing, if there were any changes, at most he would be cursed out and it wasn't as if there weren't people cursing him already.

As he contemplated, his originally happy mood had disappeared and he walked upstairs in a depressed state.

Feng Ping sat alone for a while before also heading upstairs. Walking past the study, she suddenly heard Tang Jianan call out, “Hey—” Hearing his tone, it seemed like he was frustrated at someone.

Feng Ping stopped, turning her head around to ask him, “What's up?”

Tang Jianan walked around his desk, handing her a card, explaining, “They're very apologetic about what happened.”

Feng Ping saw the words ‘Red Day' on the card and immediately understood, coldly laughing, “It's just the members.h.i.+p card of a third-rate club, what do I want it for?”

Tang Jianan's heart stopped, feeling that the words “third-rate” were extremely stinging, and he suppressed his surprise, forcefully laughing, “Then according to your taste, what is a first-rate club then?”

Feng Ping: “The private club your father opened on Yandang Mountain counts as one.”

Was she flattering him?

Tang Jianan was speechless and she continued, “Zhou Xinzhu took my coat away, would sending over a members.h.i.+p card be worthy as compensation? Hmph! Even if he sent me the entire Red Day Club, I still would not want it.”

Tang Jianan didn't know if she was just venting or because that coat was extremely valuable and asked, “Does that coat have a special meaning?”

Feng Ping: “No. But even if it was shredded into pieces, it's still more meaningful than this sh*tty card.”

Tang Jianan was speechless again.

She added on, “I will never go back to this club again.”

Tang Jianan unconsciously smiled at her childish nature. He replied, “But there are many people in our circle who go there to play…”

“I'm uninterested in your circle.” Feng Ping cut him off, waving her hand to bid good night.

Tang Jianan's face slightly changed, her sentence essentially meant ‘I have no interest in you.' He always thought that he knew how to deal with women, but it just so happened that she was the only one who could make him surrender. No matter how proud a woman was, in front of him they all became modest, Feng Ping was the only exception.

His jovial mood completely disappeared, causing him to feel extremely gloomy. They were already engaged, yet she said bullsh*t like “not interested”, isn't it a little too late for that? He met many women who liked to play the push and pull game but none played it like how she did, such a non-capitalistic person liked to speak such outrageous words, she was asking for people to detest her.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.