Chapter 99 - 099: The plan fell through
During the journey back to the apartment, Cen Jin leaned back against the seat, her eyes gazing out the window. When he went in to return the keys, she chose to continue sitting inside the car to wait for him.
When he came out, fifteen minutes had passed, and it was already past four-thirty. After getting into the car, Jiang Baizhou asked her again if she had decided what to eat. Cen Jin shook her head, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes still looking outside, not even glancing at him: "I want to eat the braised Lion’s Head my mom makes. It’s still early for dinner, let’s go back! Besides, I’m a little tired and want to take a nap. My mom will be home early today."
"Are you sure you don’t want to eat out?" Jiang Baizhou raised his eyebrows, emphasizing his question.
Cen Jin didn’t notice his expression at that moment, she only heard his indifferent tone and didn’t want to delve into it, nodding affirmatively: "Yeah, let’s not eat out. It’s expensive, and it might not even taste good. Let’s head back! It’s still early; I can take a nap."
Jiang Baizhou pressed his lips together, his gaze slightly restrained. After a brief silence, he looked at her profile and noticed her exhaustion. He thought about how she had been at the factory since the morning; she must have been working hard. Accepting this, he drove straight home.
As soon as the car reached the villa, Cen Jin quickly unfastened her seatbelt and looked at him: "I’ll head in first; let’s postpone our dinner. You can invite me some other time when you’re free." She didn’t wait for Jiang Baizhou’s reply, immediately pushed open the car door, and entered the villa without looking back.
Watching her departing figure, Jiang Baizhou furrowed his brows, his hand which had just lifted to grab her slowly lowered again, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
It seemed tonight’s plan had fallen through.
It truly confirms the saying that plans can’t keep up with changes.
His long fingers tightened slightly, and he silently sighed, a hint of helplessness flashing in his dim eyes. He had lost count of how many times in his twenty-six years he felt defeated when facing her.