As the banquet ended and guests dispersed, the Jing family remained in the hall due to a drunk causing a scene.
Jing Zeqian clung to Jing Zeyou's legs, sprawled on the floor, wailing: "Yiyi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, I'm blind, please don't ignore me..."
Looking at the person on the floor, Jing Zeyou felt a headache coming on. At least apologize to the right person, he thought.
Lin Ruiqing observed her son on the floor, pursed her lips, and turned to Jing Beicheng, "This son, shall we give up on him?"
Thankfully the guests had left, or the Jing family's reputation would have been tarnished by the second young master's drunken disgrace.
Jing Beicheng glanced at his younger son and nodded seriously, "Let's give up." The Jing family couldn't afford such embarrassment.
Though they said that, perhaps the son could be salvaged after a good cleaning. She'd leave that task to her elder son.
Jing Zeyou: Once again, he had to clean up the mess...
Jing Zeyou's gaze shifted to Jing Yi, who was recording a video on the other side.
His lips curved into a helpless smile.
Jing Yi held her phone, camera pointed at herself and Jing Zeqian on the floor, beaming brightly, "Jing Zeqian, say it again, what are you?"
The person on the floor stirred, struggling to open his eyes. His slender eyes were hazy, his face flushed. "I'm... I'm an idiot!"
Feeling it wasn't loud enough, he shouted again: "I, Jing Zeqian, am a big idiot! I made my sister sad, I'm a stupid big idiot!"
In the video, Jing Yi laughed joyfully. Combined with her formal attire for the day, she looked radiant.
Satisfied, Jing Yi saved the video and sat down next to Jing Zejun.
Jing Zejun laughed, "How much did you guys drink?" By the time they found him, Jing Zeqian was already drunk and crying to Jing Yi.
Jing Zejun had never seen Jing Zeqian like this before and was stunned at the time.
After pulling him out, Jing Zejun kept staring at Jing Zeqian, still curious to see more!
Jing Yi was also puzzled, "Not much, just one bottle of red wine."
[And he ended up drunk and making a scene...]
Jing Zejun was shocked. That's not much?!
"You drank too?!"
Jing Yi nodded innocently, "I brought the wine, I couldn't let him drink alone, could I?"
Jing Zeyou tried to pull his leg free but failed. This lightweight couldn't even match Yiyi's tolerance, yet he tried to control others' drinking?
"Let's go home," Lin Ruiqing stood up, ready to take Jing Yi and Jing Zejun home. Jing Yi looked at the crying mess on the floor, "What about him?"
"Your big brother will carry him back."
Jing Beicheng followed behind, taking one last look at Jing Zeqian on the floor before leaving. It was too embarrassing to watch.
Jing Zeyou sighed, resigning himself to lifting the man up and carrying him as he followed their footsteps.
...
"Jing Yiyi, delete that video!"
The Jing family living room had returned to its usual liveliness. Jing Zeqian was chasing Jing Yi, demanding furiously that she delete the video from her phone.
That morning, Jing Zeqian had woken up with a headache. By the time he recovered, Jing Yi and the others had already finished lunch.
Jing Zeqian walked downstairs slowly, still hungover. Aunt Wang quickly brought him the hangover soup she had prepared earlier.
Though still feeling unwell, at least he had made it home, achieving his goal.
But before Jing Zeqian could feel happy for more than a few seconds, Jing Yi sneakily brought her phone to his ear.
'Jing Zeqian, what are you?' 'I'm... I'm an idiot!'
Jing Zeqian froze, recognizing his voice. He reached out to grab the phone, but Jing Yi laughed and quickly pulled it away.
Jing Zeqian rushed over anxiously, "Jing Yiyi, you're despicable! Taking advantage of me!"
Jing Yi smugly waved her phone at him, her ponytail swaying cutely behind her, "If you provoke me again, next time I'll livestream it!"
"You wouldn't dare! Delete that video now!" Jing Zeqian chased after her. Jing Yi quickly ran to Lin Ruiqing's side for protection, "Mom, look at Second Brother!"
[I'm the one with Mom's protection now!]
Lin Ruiqing's eyes flashed with tenderness as she gently patted Jing Yi's head. While Jing Zeqian saw it as gloating, to Lin Ruiqing it was utterly adorable.
"Xiao Qian, don't bully your sister as soon as you get back!"
Jing Zeqian's face was full of grievance. Who was bullying whom here?! At that moment, Jing Yi was showing the video to Jing Zejun, both enjoying it.
Jing Zeqian's ears kept replaying, 'I'm an idiot! I'm an idiot!'
Jing Yi laughed happily, her dimples deepening. Jing Zeqian's lips curved up involuntarily.
Nevermind, as long as she wasn't angry anymore.
"Did my brother go to Hengjing?"
If Jing Zeyou wasn't at home, there was an 80% chance he was at Hengjing, and a 20% chance he was on his way there.
Lin Ruiqing smiled and said, "Yes, he left for the company early this morning." She continued, "Yesterday you kept clinging to him, thinking he was Yiyi, hugging his leg and crying. Only your brother wouldn't mind you; he still carried you back home and then went to the company early today."
Jing Zeqian's hand paused mid-bite. She really didn't need to mention the latter part...
Lin Ruiqing saw her son's embarrassed expression and smiled. She meant to tease this kid a bit; he was too old to be acting so clingy.
Lin Ruiqing stood up, "I won't chat with you anymore. The weather's nice today, your father and I are planning to go out and take photos."
Take photos?
Lin Ruiqing looked very interested, "Yiyi gave me a complete set of photography equipment yesterday. It's perfect timing to try it out." As she spoke, she went upstairs to get the equipment.
This was a gift Jing Yi had thought about for a long time. She had been struggling with what to give, but then suddenly remembered that Lin Ruiqing liked sharing photos in group chats, so she specially customized a set of photography equipment.
Jing Beicheng sat to the side, reading a newspaper and waiting for Lin Ruiqing to come downstairs, but he seemed distracted, lost in thought.
He looked towards Jing Yi, "Yiyi." Jing Yi looked up, smiling sweetly, "What is it, Uncle?"
Jing Beicheng paused, coughed lightly, and looked back at his newspaper, "Nothing." Jing Yi gave him a strange look.
Jing Zeqian leaned in, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, with a knowing expression. Jing Zejun also slowly caught on, lowering his head to hide his smile.
Jing Yi looked at their odd expressions, confused.
[What's going on? Why do they all look so strange?]
Jing Beicheng put down his newspaper and shot them a look. Jing Zeqian quickly wiped the smile off his face, putting on a serious expression.
A strange atmosphere permeated the living room. At that moment, Lin Ruiqing came downstairs. Jing Beicheng stood up to help her with the equipment, "We're heading out then."
After they left, Jing Zeqian immediately sidled up to Jing Yi, "If you delete that video, I'll tell you what Dad was thinking just now."
Jing Yi looked at him suspiciously, "Are you really that good?"
[I don't believe you can guess what Uncle was thinking. You're not even on the same level.]
Jing Zeqian: Was his reputation really that bad...
He insisted indignantly, "He's been my dad for almost thirty years. How could I not know what he's thinking?"
[Are you sure you didn't get that backwards?]
Seeing Jing Yi's expression soften slightly, Jing Zeqian pressed his advantage, "I promise I know what he was thinking! Delete the video and I'll tell you!"
That video absolutely couldn't be left in Jing Yiyi's possession!
