novelraw Chapter 1203: She Believes He Never Had Feelings for Miao Wu
Chapter 1203: She Believes He Never Had Feelings for Miao Wu
Why Miao Wu committed suicide was unknown to anyone, but the fact that Miao Wu was dead was undisputable.
Di Jinxuan’s eyes darkened as she fell into deep thought.
Actually, she had thought about asking this question, but the two times she had indirectly tried to ask Nangong Jin, he had never directly answered.
It was then that she suddenly didn’t want to ask anymore because Di Xiaxia had said, "Does it matter what kind of person he was in the past? I think what you should care about is whether he is the person you want him to be after he’s with you."
She had to admit that this statement made her heart flutter and struck a chord with her.
In fact, she knew roughly what kind of person he was when he came close to her: promiscuous, unbridled, indifferent to everything, shamelessly thick-skinned.
He also had a dark career and a simple, confusing past—all of which she knew, didn’t she?
She could investigate, but would the results of the investigation stop her heart from fluttering?
Di Jinxuan felt somewhat lost, but she understood very clearly that she didn’t want to delve into his past anymore. If he spoke of it, she would listen.
If he didn’t speak, she wouldn’t ask either.
Because what mattered wasn’t his past, it was what he would be like in the future, and what he was like with her.
What he seemed like in the eyes of others didn’t matter to her.
In her eyes, it was actually quite simple; everyone has their own way of dealing with love.
A man who stays by your side, treats you well, can’t be driven away, scolded away, or kicked out—she didn’t know what others felt, but she knew she was touched.
Life is long and lonely, but if a grown man willingly takes your scolding like a child, bears any sudden slap from you, and afterward can still make you laugh and brighten your mood,
she thought perhaps no woman would reject such a man, especially when this man was not weak.
To live the rest of her life like a queen, with a man who followed her every command—this was the life she wanted.
Not because she was domineering and full of aggression, but because life is long, and the person who stays beside you should be someone who can always make you happy.
Therefore, she no longer wanted to take the initiative to ask about Miao Wu and Nangong Jin. The person was already gone; what was the point of asking again?
Moreover, she didn’t believe that Nangong Jin loved Miao Wu. If a heart truly belonged to someone, and that person unfortunately died, she thought no one could easily find a new love.
At least she wouldn’t.
If Nangong Jin truly had loved Miao Wu, and Miao Wu was dead, could he still be so happy?
Could he still pursue a new love, exchanging flirtatious banter and teasing?
He probably couldn’t; most people wouldn’t.
So she still trusted Nangong Jin, trusted that he had never entertained feelings for Miao Wu.
Since she trusted him, why bother asking further?
Throughout the entire practice session, Di Jinxuan was preoccupied with these thoughts, which left her a bit distracted.
After the piece concluded, she was unexpectedly called out by name.
The person calling her name was her teacher, Mr. Hong, a man in his about thirty-two years of age.
After calling Di Jinxuan’s name, he said in a stern voice, "Di Jinxuan, don’t think you can look down on this performance just because your boyfriend is from Jin Palace."
Di Jinxuan was stunned for a moment, hurriedly bowed her head and replied in a rather good-natured tone, "I’m sorry, teacher, I just caught a bit of a sea breeze last night, and my head feels a bit dizzy."
"Dizzy?" Mr. Hong raised his eyebrows, looking even more severe, and said without hesitation, "Alright then, you don’t have to go on stage. Let’s have the understudy go on instead."