At around seven o’clock in the evening, Ji Mushan came back to deliver a clean quilt, and Ji Chaozhou went out of the villa to get it. 

“Chaozhou,” Ji Mushan took out a few bags from the car, “these are the clothes and shoes you bought in the mall yesterday.” 

He took this opportunity to walk inside the villa with his son. 

After putting all the things in the bedroom, Ji Chaozhou said to the man standing in the living room, “I’ll walk you out.”

Ji Mushan couldn’t hide his excitement when he heard this, and there was a smile on his usually stern face, “Okay.” 

The two walked out of the villa side by side. Ji Chaozhou remained silent, but Ji Mushan managed to push some words out after some difficulty, “Your front yard. After tidying it up, you can plant some flowers that you like. But it’s too dark outside like this, remember to put on some lights.” 

The path in the yard was not long, and they reached the street door quickly. Ji Mushan didn’t have the chance to say a few more words.

Ji Chaozhou said, “It’s time for you to go back.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go back first.” Ji Mushan wanted to raise his hand to pat his son, who had grown taller than him, but finally retracted his hand awkwardly, “Chaozhou, remember to tell me if you need anything.”

Ji Chaozhou didn’t reply and quietly watched as Ji Mushan got into the car and left.

… …

The taillights of the car disappeared from sight, and the two dim lamp posts by the roadside were not enough to illuminate the space by the front door.

Almost submerged in darkness, Ji Chaozhou stood quietly at the door of the villa, his long eyelashes slightly lowered.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at the villa next door. There was light in one of the rooms on the second floor. The sliding door of the balcony was not closed. When the wind blew, the curtains would float gently inward.

Since Ji Chaozhou arrived at the villa that afternoon, he never heard a sound coming from next door.

The inexplicably familiar figure he saw that afternoon appeared again in his mind’s eye, and he suddenly guessed who the person next door was.

Ji Chaozhou stood in front of the villa door for a moment, and finally clicked on an entry in his phone that had just recently been renamed. 

He lowered his eyes and sent a message: [Are you next door? ]

As soon as the text was sent out, there was a sudden loud noise from the second floor next door, like the sound of a chair overturning.

Ji Chaozhou frowned slightly. He didn’t expect the other person’s reaction to be so big. He looked down at the WeChat interface and saw that the other person was typing and typing for a long time, but no actual message was sent.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Cheng Liu, who had overturned her chair in order to catch the phone, was pacing around the room anxiously.

How did he know she was next door?

Her car was parked in the garage, so he shouldn’t have seen it.

Did Director Li tell him?

Cheng Liu felt very guilty. Yesterday, they had a terrible misunderstanding and admitted their mistakes. The matter of mistaken ‘bodyguard’ and ‘boyfriend’ was barely over, but now here she was again, as neighbor this time.

No matter how one looked at it, she must have evil intentions!

Cheng Liu held the phone and wanted to follow Ji Chaozhou’s words and ask what he meant by ‘next door’, pretending that she didn’t know he was living next to her house—but just as she was about to send it, she deleted the sentence in the dialog box.

She thought about it. Then she took a deep breath, opened the curtains, and walked out to the balcony.

… …

Ji Chaozhou, who was downstairs, noticed something and raised his eyes to look at the balcony on the second floor next door.

The two looked at each other.

Ji Chaozhou stood in front of the door on the ground floor on the left, almost blending into the darkness of the street. Cheng Liu stood on the balcony on the second floor on the right, the ceiling light overhead casting a layer of light over her, making her appear dazzling.

They seemed to be standing on complete opposites, distinct and completely unrelated.

Until Cheng Liu took a step forward, breaking the tableau. She raised her hand and waved to Ji Chaozhou downstairs, “Good evening.” 

At that moment, the boundary between light and darkness began to blur.

The light from the second floor on the right gradually spread to the ground floor on the left.

… …

Ji Chaozhou instinctively averted his eyes. She seemed to be smiling forever.

As for Cheng Liu on the balcony, she said ‘hello’ calmly on the surface, but in fact her legs were shaking because of her lack of confidence.

In the past, she felt in her heart that her boyfriend was good-looking, and she wanted to touch his hand, wanted to visit his family, and even thought about the wedding plan!

Oh, right, she even invited several wedding witnesses in advance.

Now that she has discovered that her ‘boyfriend’ was not really her boyfriend, everything seemed to have exploded in her face. Cheng Liu thought back to the past few days and could only be glad that she did not take any overt action.

If she had really leaned in and kissed him… she would probably be beaten up, right?

Cheng Liu instinctively touched her face. Well, in fact, her skin was quite thick, and she could definitely bear a few more blows.

“I heard Director Li say that someone bought the villa next door. It turned out to be you?” Cheng Liu pretended that this was all a coincidence, and the pitch of her sigh was precise, “What a coincidence.” 

“Cheng Liu,” Ji Chaozhou said her name, looking at the person on the balcony next door. The misunderstandings of the past few days were outrageous and exaggerated. And today, the two of them coincidentally became neighbors—was there supposed to be nothing wrong with this scenario?

Cheng Liu was rooted on the spot, so fascinated upon hearing Ji Chaozhou call her name. She even suspected that if she continued like this, her heart would definitely explode from beating too fast.

“I will pay you back the money you spent these past few days.” Ji Chaozhou repeated the message he sent on WeChat.

He knew that he had answered Cheng Liu’s call last night, but he couldn’t remember what she said at the time.

“No need.” Cheng Liu said generously, “President Ji and I know each other and are considered friends. You are his son, so those are my gifts to you.” 

After saying that, Cheng Liu felt that something was wrong.

If she and President Ji were friends, and Ji Chaozhou was President Ji’s son, then that would make them… different in seniority!

No, no way, absolutely not!

President Ji has never been her friend in this life!

If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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