There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 634 - 399 Ridiculous_3
Chapter 634: Chapter 399: Ridiculous_3
Chapter 634 -399: Ridiculous_3
“…”
Wen Ping’s throat moved slightly as he was somewhat dazedly pulled by Little Miao towards the outside of the restaurant. This woman was actually feeling sorry for him?!!
This woman was actually concerned about how hard it was for him to earn Points?
Damn it!
After all these years, he had finally found a woman who didn’t think his Points were just blown in by the wind, but were hard-won!
But in reality, he did have a lot of Points, seven or eight hundred million Points, Points he truly didn’t lack.
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Meanwhile, Chen Yi, observing from a god-like perspective, nodded in satisfaction at the scene below.
Everything was proceeding according to the script.
It was clear to see.
Just a bit of sweetness was enough to make Wen Ping, who had been hurt in the realm of love, somewhat unable to extricate himself.
But this was just the beginning.
There were still several steps to come.
– The preliminary establishment of trust.
– The building process of the suspension bridge effect.
– The active demolition of trust.
– Prolonged self-torment and shattering.
– The enlightened rebuilding of trust and the feeling of surviving a calamity.
-…
– The tolling of the bell of death.
“Tsk.”
Chen Yi, looking at the script in his hand, couldn’t help but feel a complicated sense of emotion as he remarked, “No wonder they say none of those who deal with words are any good, who the hell designed this script, it’s really screwing with people.”
“Go through a cycle like this, and who wouldn’t be destroyed?”
“Even if a god arrived, they’d fall right here.”
“It’s utterly a scheme to kill the heart.”
…
“Don’t move, you have some food on your face.”
Little Miao suddenly spoke up, carefully removing a grain of rice from Wen Ping’s face, then with a bloom-like smile, pinched the grain with her two fingers and put it into Wen Ping’s mouth, “Eat slowly, no one is competing with you.”
Feeling the gentle touch by his mouth, Wen Ping’s throat moved slightly, and he quickly nodded, then turned his gaze back to the pork rice in front of him.
He had never thought that such an ordinary meal
could give him a taste of happiness and fulfillment.
Only…
Everything in front of him felt somewhat unreal; was it truly possible for there to be a woman who cared about him, one that wasn’t bothered by his penniless state?
How could that be!
“That…”
After hesitating for quite some time, Wen Ping turned to Little Miao, who was sitting in the cramped storefront, and opened his mouth tentatively, “Little Miao, you’re so pretty, don’t other men chase after you?”
“They do,”
Little Miao replied somewhat discontentedly with a pout, “But I don’t like them. Those men, you can tell at first glance that they approach me because of some dirty desires. I hate such people the most.”
“But you, Uncle Wen Ping, are different.”
“The first time I saw you, I knew you were a down-to-earth person.”
“How could you tell?”
“Look, the clothes you’re wearing are old, and they even have blood stains on them that don’t look like they’ve dried for long. You must have just fought your way out of that map, and since you didn’t change into clean clothes before the blind date, it shows that you don’t care much about your appearance.”
“I don’t like men who care too much about their appearance, acting effeminate, like some fresh meat.”
“You, Uncle, you must be one of those down-to-earth men.”
“You look like you can provide security.”
Wen Ping looked down at his clothes blankly, vaguely remembering the blood stains seemed to have splattered from killing those women last night, but he quickly looked up again with a serious expression,
“That’s true, I also hate those men who spend all their time grooming themselves.”
In his heart, he felt somewhat guilty about the thought of following Little Miao later that evening, which had crossed his mind when he first saw her…
Compared to the woman in front of him, who seemed as pure as a blank sheet of paper,
he seemed too beastly.
…
In the half-day that followed,
Wen Ping and Little Miao had a delightful conversation, shopping and strolling, just like a pair of real sweethearts.
After nightfall,
the two sat in a dimly lit, quiet tavern with soft music enveloping their ears.
The atmosphere was very intimate.
And Wen Ping was elated, talking non-stop.
“Exactly, I’m just like that, I share your thoughts. If I had been there, I would’ve knocked them all down with one punch,”
After downing the drink in his glass, Wen Ping continued excitedly, “Not only that, I would also…”
It had been a long time since he had such a desire to converse.
Mainly because Little Miao was such a good conversationalist.
She never let a topic fall to the ground, never crashed his spirit, and whatever he said, her gaze never contained sarcasm or disdain—only admiration and yearning.
Nothing could arouse a man’s desire to talk more than an admiring gaze.
Even Wen Ping had not realized that he was talking much more than usual.
“That’s amazing…”
Little Miao sat on the same sofa as Wen Ping, her body turned towards him, eyes full of admiration under the dim light, waiting for Wen Ping’s side profile, which made Wen Ping speak even louder.
At that moment, Wen Ping really enjoyed the feeling.
He felt comfortable and didn’t want to think about anything; he had even forgotten he was waiting for the Starfield Shuttle event.
But just then,
Wen Ping suddenly noticed there had been no movement at his side for a long while and felt his mouth dry. Subconsciously picking up his glass to take a sip, he turned to speak to Little Miao next to him, but stopped, temporarily frozen.
Little Miao was leaning onto the sofa, her eyes already reddened, her cheeks still moist with tears.
