Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Ji Weiheng stood there with his head down for a long time, until the people in the box came out to look for him out of curiosity.

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong? Why are you standing here alone?"

Someone wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but Ji Weiheng seemed to be stabbed by something. He quickly took a step back and dodged it reflexively.

It was only when he realized that the person coming was Zhang Xu that he came to his senses.

'one person?'

Ji Weiheng savored Zhang Xu's words, his eyes fixed on the aisle that had already been empty.

The person he wanted to see had already left, without a single hesitation, with a decisiveness that was frightening.

Recalling what Wen Qiuli said before he left, Ji Weiheng focused his eyes on Zhang Xu.

"What did you say to Qiu Li before?"

?

Zhang Xu didn't understand where this strange question came from, and he was stunned for a second.

"Who is Qiu Li?"

It seems that none of their friends have this name.

Zhang Xu thought about it, and combining today's plan with some previous events, he understood.

"You mean Miss Wen?"

"I didn't say anything. I just counted all the girlfriends I've had since college to Miss Wen as you asked."

Ji Weiheng only felt like thunder was falling from the sky.

Promiscuousness was the trait he hated most in the marriage partners his mother had arranged for him.

But when the marriage partner turned out to be Wen Qiuli, whom he loved, he had to bear the bitter fruit alone.

But what can Ji Weiheng do?

It's all his own fault.

It was he who asked Zhang Xu to say this in front of Wen Qiuli. He was also the one who made today's plan, so he couldn't blame anyone else.

"What's wrong, Ji Shao?"

After Zhang Xu finished telling what he had done, he saw Ji Weiheng's heavy expression and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Nothing, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Ji Weiheng shook his head, stood up and walked out the door.

Zhang Xu stood there, looking at Ji Weiheng's back, feeling strange.

Although Ji Shao clearly said that he was fine and there was no sign of distress on his body, his back looked a bit hunched over when viewed from a distance.

It's like it comes from mental fatigue and embarrassment.

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Ji family.

Ji Weiheng dragged his tired body back home, and the first thing he saw was his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

She also knew that today was the first time her youngest son and the Wen family girl officially met, so she couldn't help but feel curious:

"Ah Heng, how was your time with Xiao Li today?"

His mother's words made the events of the recent past replay in his mind.

Ji Weiheng couldn't help but lose control of his emotions. He clenched his fists and questioned his mother:

"Mom, why didn't you tell me that the name of the person I'm going to marry is Wen Qiuli?"

If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have had to go through so many twists and turns and create so many twists and turns.

When Ji's mother heard what her youngest son said, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Didn’t you say that?

It seems that there really isn't.

Ji's mother thought for a while and figured out why she didn't do so.

She did not find an occasion for the two of them to meet formally, which means that so far, she has not found a chance for both parties to introduce themselves.

Normally they communicated verbally over the phone or in casual conversations. She was used to calling him "Xiao Heng" and "Xiao Li" and had never mentioned Wen Qiuli's full name.

"You two haven't met before. Every time I asked Xiaoli to look for you, you stood her up. How could I give you a chance to introduce each other?"

Besides,

"What's your name? Does it have anything to do with the marriage?"

Isn't that person the most important thing?

Ji Weiheng knew what his mother didn't say.

But he didn't want to tell his mother about his previous meeting and acquaintance with Wen Qiuli, so he had to feel the bitterness rising in his throat again.

Speaking of standing someone up, Ji Weiheng recalled the several "chance encounters" he had with Wen Qiuli at that time.

I originally thought it was fate, but now it seems that it is...

Ji Weiheng lost the strength to speak for a moment.

He didn't know what to say, so he slowly went upstairs holding the handrail and lay on the bed thinking about what to do next.

Why did such a quarrel happen today? What I must do is to find the root of the problem in order to win back Wen Qiuli.

Ji Weiheng thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

First floor.

Ji's mother watched her youngest son return to his room in disappointment, and sat downstairs in confusion.

How is his relationship with the girl from the Wen family going? Should the engagement continue, be cancelled, or should the marriage partner be changed?

No one told her the answer.

Mother Wen had no choice but to sit on the sofa alone, watching TV to pass the time, and then looking upstairs to see if Ji Weiheng had come down.

More than an hour passed like this, and there was no movement upstairs.

Ji's mother was still curious and prepared to go upstairs to ask about Ji Weiheng's situation.

At this moment, a call suddenly came on the cell phone.

Ji's mother looked at the name of the caller on the phone screen and pressed the answer button.

A few minutes later, the call ended and her face turned grim.

Coincidentally, Ji Weiheng came down from upstairs.

He was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, his hair was still dripping with water, and he asked Ji's mother as soon as he came downstairs:

"Mom, do you have disinfectant spray at home?"

"I don't know, ask Aunt Wu."

Ji's mother answered smoothly.

Ji Weiheng prepared to look for Wu Ma.

Ji's mother looked at her youngest son and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

She watched quietly as people arrived in the yard, and asked Wu Ma to bring back a bottle of disinfectant spray that could be sprayed directly on the human body.

Then he intended to go upstairs to his room, and had nothing else to say to himself in the meantime.

Mother Ji stopped hesitating and called her:

"Ah Heng, you met Miss Wen today. How do you feel about her?"

Ji Weiheng paused for half a second, turned around, and pretended to be calm:

"It's okay, what's wrong?"

"What about the marriage?" Ji's mother continued to ask.

"Miss Wen and I are not very familiar with each other yet. I think we can continue to get to know each other for a while."

After Ji Weiheng sorted out his thoughts, he no longer showed his emotions obviously on his face.

But unexpectedly, Ji's mother's words broke his mask.

"Xiao Li just called me and said..."

"That she consented to dissolve the marriage."

"I disagree!"

Without giving it any more time to think, Ji Weiheng blurted out his inner thoughts.

When he saw his mother's surprised look, he regained some of his senses, clenched his fists, and dug his nails into the flesh.

"It was so difficult for me to cancel the marriage before, and now I want to continue, can I just cancel it just like that?"

"I disagree."

"I'll go talk to Miss Qiu...Ms. Wen later."

Without looking at his mother's eyes, Ji Weiheng went straight back to his room.

Closing the door, he began to spray disinfectant spray all over his body.

After confirming that he had been "disinfected" and was clean, Ji Weiheng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Wen Qiuli.

"Ali, I can explain everything that happened before. Can we not cancel the engagement?"

When I sent the message, all I saw was a red exclamation mark.

That is a sign of being blacklisted or directly deleted.

Ji Weiheng's heart sank suddenly. He sent messages several times, but got the same result each time.

He was a little restless, wondering if there were any other ways to contact Wen Qiuli.