Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Ren Baozhi didn't let her worry about it for long. She chuckled and said, "I'm sorry for being abrupt. Actually, I came to visit you tonight because I have something to give you."

Jiang Jingfeng looked up at her, a little puzzled: "Why did you give me something?"

"Jingfeng must be nervous about going to the West Market today. I was inconsiderate, so I want to use this to apologize to Jingfeng."

"No, that's not it," Jiang Jingfeng whispered, "Baozhi, you're worrying too much. I'm having a lot of fun playing snowballs today."

Ren Baozhi did not sit at the desk, but lit a candle beside the couch and invited her to sit with him: "Jingfeng, come here."

Jiang Jingfeng followed her instructions and sat down next to Ren Baozhi. Afraid that Ren Baozhi wouldn't believe her, she kept repeating, "Baozhi, I'm really happy today."

"Well, if that's the case, then let this be a gift to mark our first meeting." Ren Baozhi pulled out the thread-bound book from her bosom. "Take a look."

Jiang Jingfeng had never seen this thing before. He was curious and wanted to see it. He took it in his hand and looked at it over and over again.

She gently opened the cover and saw that the paper inside was flawless white, delicate and smooth to the touch, comparable to the best rice paper.

"This must be very expensive. I can't accept it." Although Jiang Jingfeng liked it, she knew it was valuable and she didn't want Ren Baozhi to spend money because of her.

There was no reason for Ren Baozhi to take back the gift she had given. She said, "Since it's given to you, it's yours. If you insist on returning it, doesn't that mean you think my gift isn't to your liking?"

"No," Jiang Jingfeng explained, "This gift is too expensive. You're setting up a newspaper office and need to find a place to stay. You need money everywhere. How can you spend so much money on me?"

"Why can't I spend it on you?" Ren Baozhi said with a smile, "You'll be our newspaper's chief writer and editor in the future. What if I don't treat you well and you run away?"

Ren Baozhi had already explained the future plans of the newspaper to Jiang Jingfeng in detail yesterday, so Jiang Jingfeng could fully understand these modern words at this time.

"No, I won't run away." Jiang Jingfeng looked a little flustered, afraid that Ren Baozhi would misunderstand him.

"Alas, I can only feel at ease if you accept these gifts," Ren Baozhi turned her head and crossed her arms, "otherwise I won't believe it."

Jiang Jingfeng felt a surge of warmth in her heart after hearing what Ren Baozhi said. That warmth flowed from her heart to her eyes, making her want to cry: "But..."

"Alright, Jingfeng," Ren Baozhi held Jiang Jingfeng's hands and scolded him, "Why should we talk about money between you and me? What's expensive or not? I gave you a gift because you deserve it."

Jiang Jingfeng looked into Ren Baozhi's eyes. At this moment, her eyes were illuminated by the dim candlelight and looked particularly gentle.

She repeated these two sentences in her heart: Because you are worth it, because I am worth it.

So, is it true that some people give themselves gifts with no other purpose than because they are worthy?

Ren Baozhi looked back at Jiang Jingfeng: "I saw you looking at the shops selling pens and ink frequently today. I think you must be very interested in paper and pens. Not only that, I think you want to write something down on the spot, right?"

"Who among the writers doesn't love pen and paper? Inspiration is always fleeting. I just hope Jingfeng can record all his inspirations in time in the future."

Jiang Jingfeng was so moved that she could not express it in words. She had never thought that every subtle move of hers was seen by Ren Baozhi.

She didn't quite understand what this feeling was called, but it felt so good.

Ren Baozhi added, "Although we only have a notebook now, when we make some money in the future, we can invent a pen that can write instantly. Jingfeng can then write wherever he wants."

Jiang Jingfeng said: "I will definitely do it."

It’s great to be able to walk the same path with such a friend, run the same shop together, and spread the ideas that belong to women.

She didn't know what to say, so she just took Ren Baozhi's hand, led her to sit at the desk, and handed her the manuscript she had just written.

Unexpectedly, Ren Baozhi gently shook her head and refused: "Don't force yourself."

In the past, Jiang Jingfeng would have definitely obeyed Ren Baozhi's orders, but this time, she was stubborn and said, "I'm not forcing you. If it were you, I wouldn't force you. I just want you to see my value. I want you to know that your choice to pull me out was not wrong. I hope I can be useful to you."

"What's useful or useless?" Ren Baozhi took the manuscript and said, "Stop talking nonsense."

Jiang Jingfeng hummed softly.

A desk, two young men, and three candles.

Jiang Jingfeng was writing something on a thread-bound book.

Ren Baozhi was savoring Jiang Jingfeng's manuscript carefully. Jiang Jingfeng's writing was still as delicate and sensitive as before, but compared with the previous "Biography of Ban Zhao", it added a bit of warmth.

Whether it is the old lady selling candied haws in her works, Ying Buhuan riding a pony, or herself.

Ahhhhhh, this is so embarrassing.

When Ren Baozhi saw the picture of herself described by Jiang Jingfeng, her fingertips trembled slightly and the paper rustled, as if her illness had relapsed.

I almost poke a hole in the paper.

She suddenly understood why Jiang Jingfeng hesitated before, because some things would make people feel very embarrassed after reading them!

Jiang Jingfeng's writing is always full of emotion, and Ren Baozhi reads very slowly, but when she sees herself described by Jiang Jingfeng, she wishes she could read ten lines at a glance.

A hundred lines at a glance!

A thousand lines at a glance! !

But I happen to be the character that Jiang Jingfeng has written about the most, and I can never finish reading about it!

My God, am I really as good as Jiang Jingfeng described me to be?

Why didn't she know?

To ease her embarrassment, she took the initiative to bring up a topic and took the opportunity to put down the manuscript in her hand: "Jingfeng, in your previous "Biography of Ban Zhao", did you compare yourself to Ban Zhao?"

Jiang Jingfeng paused holding the pen, her face flushed again. This time, her voice was much lower than a mosquito's: "Hmm."

Why did Baozhi suddenly ask this?

Do you feel that you are not worthy of being compared to Ban Zhao?

Although she compared herself to him in this way in order to escape from the Jiang Mansion, she felt quite embarrassed to admit it now.

"Do you like Ban Zhao?"

Jiang Jingfeng was still immersed in his own thoughts and blurted out: "I like you."

Ren Baozhi was ashamed and silent for a moment: "Let me change the word, you admire Ban Zhao?"

Jiang Jingfeng didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his answer, and said seriously: "I admire you."