The Game Continues
Jing Yi lay contentedly in her chair, while Jing Zejun looked at her with amusement.
It was Jing Zeyou's turn to spin the wheel. The pointer wavered and finally pointed at Jing Yi. Just as Jing Zeqian was about to act, Jing Yi quickly said, "I choose truth!"
He sat back in his seat, somewhat disappointed.
Jing Zeyou drew a piece of paper from the box. He glanced at it, then looked up at Jing Yi.
He gently pinched the paper, not letting anyone see what was written on it. "If you could go back in time, would you still choose to board that plane?"
Jing Yi was momentarily stunned, then began to ponder seriously.
Jing Zeqian and Jing Zejun were both a bit nervous, waiting for Jing Yi's answer. Wen Qingyan didn't know what incident Jing Zeyou was alluding to, but it seemed very important to the Jing family.
Jing Yi looked up with a smile, her eyes curved in happiness, clear laughter in her gaze, dimples appearing one deep and one shallow.
She said, "Of course! If I hadn't, think of how much I would have lost!"
The 'loss' Jing Yi referred to was certainly not about money.
Even without hearing Jing Yi's voice, Jing Zeyou and the others knew she wasn't talking about material possessions.
Jing Zejun smiled and moved closer to Jing Yi, while Jing Zeqian's lips curled up as well.
The warm atmosphere made Jing Yi feel a bit awkward. She coughed lightly a few times, urging everyone to continue, and spun the wheel herself.
This time it landed on Jing Zeqian. Unsurprisingly, he chose truth. Jing Yi had to draw a question, and after seeing it, she read with some surprise, "Why did you establish Startrack?"
Jing Zeyou leaned back slightly in his chair, looking up at Jing Zeqian. This was the question he had written.
He had asked Jing Zeqian this question several times before, but the answers he got were probably not convincing even to Jing Zeqian himself.
Unlike other wealthy families, the Jing Family had always believed that whoever had the ability should take on the responsibility of being the heir. But Jing Zeyou cared more about his brother's wishes. After all, a company was just a company; nothing was more important than his family.
But Jing Zeqian had refused, saying he wasn't cut out for it and would just rely on his brother to support him in the future.
For many years, this question had been bothering Jing Zeyou.
Jing Zeqian turned to look at Jing Zeyou, hesitating for a moment. "There are two reasons. One reason was to find Junjun faster."
The entertainment industry was a place where one could come into contact with more people, and Jing Zeqian had considered this point when making his decision.
Jing Zejun looked at Jing Zeqian, her eyes flashing with emotion. Her family had never given up on her...
Jing Zeqian, clearly uncomfortable with the sentimental atmosphere, quickly answered the other reason, "The other reason, you could say, was youthful competitiveness." He wanted to prove that even without the Jing Family, he could still achieve what he was meant to have.
Jing Zeyou's gaze was complex. So this was why Jing Zeqian had chosen the entertainment industry, the only field the Jing Family hadn't touched before.
Jing Zeqian picked up the glass of wheat juice in front of him and drank it all at once, as if trying to hide something.
Due to his personality, Jing Zeqian had never been interested in things like the internet or finance since he was young. With his brother taking care of those areas, his life had been relatively easy.
Later, this ease disappeared along with the gossip of others.
When he was younger, Jing Zeqian was surrounded by a bunch of young masters, and he once thought that was what 'like-minded friends' meant. Later, he realized it was just because of his status as the young master of the Jing Family.
Jing Yi cupped her chin, looking at Jing Zeqian. "So, you were a young master who had never experienced hardship, and then got a harsh lesson from society, right?"
Jing Zejun and Jing Zeyou, who had been feeling sympathetic, heard Jing Yi's words and found their emotions caught in an awkward middle ground.
Jing Zeqian was also taken aback, but he couldn't deny that what Jing Yi said was true.
[Ah! I was feeling emotional just now, and now you hit me with this?!]
[So what did Jing Zeyou mean by boarding the plane? Why are they speaking in code?!]
[It's probably referring to the flight when the Jing Family went to bring Jing Yi home.]
[He really is a young master, doesn't know the hardships of life.]
[He's already luckier than most people, how can he be so ungrateful?]
[... Has anyone else noticed that there seem to be more sour comments in the live stream recently?]
As the sky gradually darkened, Jing Zejun saw that it was about time and decided to draw one last person to end the game.
Jing Yi was already getting sleepy, leaning against Jing Zejun's side, her eyelids heavy as she looked at the spinning wheel. But she was startled by the pointer in front of her.
What kind of luck was this? Even the last spin landed on her?
Since all the dares had been used up, Jing Zejun could only choose a paper from the truth box.
This one was written by her. Jing Zejun looked at Jing Yi and asked seriously, "What does your hobby mean to you?"
Such an ordinary truth question? Wen Qingyan and the others were a bit surprised, unsure if this was a truth or an in-depth interview.
Jing Yi, however, didn't blurt out an answer as boldly as imagined. She stared at the paper slip, lost in thought.
"Yi Yi, a child at the orphanage is sick, so Grandma can't attend your sports meet. Have fun with your classmates."
"Yi Yi, don't play such dangerous games after work in the future. If I hadn't happened to see it, I wouldn't have known you were playing those risky games!"
"Okay, Grandma, I was just curious and wanted to take a look. Don't worry, I won't play them anymore."
The grandmother at the orphanage was very kind to her. She had to take care of many children, so Jing Yi couldn't let her worry. But in reality, no classmates played with her; she was grateful if they just didn't bully her.
"Yi Yi, are those your friends? Are they racers?"
"Oh, they're just the people who helped me last time. Don't worry, I'm just having a meal with them to thank them."
"Is that so? I thought those hobbies seemed pretty cool."
"How are they cool? They're so dangerous!"
Grandma Jing only had her as a child, and she couldn't let Grandma Jing worry about her at such an old age.
What does my hobby mean to me?
Jing Yi stared at the distant valley and murmured, "To me, it means... freedom in shackles." Racing was freedom, it was what she loved, but it was also confined. A freedom that couldn't be released.
The audience in the chat didn't understand what Jing Yi meant, but the Jing family members did. Among the three, Jing Zeqian had the strongest reaction.
Wen Yin looked at Jing Zeqian's bewildered expression with confusion.
Jing Zejun gently stroked Jing Yi's hair. Her purpose in writing this question was to make Jing Yi think carefully. Was she really content with just avoiding or even giving up?
It was also to help Jing Zeqian understand how Jing Yi felt about her hobby.
Their second brother loved her very much, and he loved Yi Yi too, but his methods often put them in difficult positions.
Jing Zeyou lightly patted Jing Zeqian's shoulder. He also hoped that his brother could truly understand how to be good to someone, rather than always doing things his own way.
After speaking, Jing Yi had already started yawning lazily.
