Xia Chuyi looked up and saw Jackson, the "fake foreigner," emerging from the guest house with a gentle expression on his face.
Nixon smiled at Xia Chuyi, saying, "Miss Chu Yi, I got your name from the counter. You donât mind, do you?"
Xia Chuyi: "..."
What difference did it make if she minded? He already knew who she was.
Jackson continued, "Your pace was too hurried; I couldnât keep up with you in the market, so I came back to the guest house to wait for you."
As he spoke, Jacksonâs expression carried a hint of regret.
However, Xia Chuyi frowned slightly, showing displeasure as she said, "Mr. Jackson, what exactly do you want?"
Seeing her expression, Jackson quickly explained, "Chuyi, I didnât mean anything by it; I just sincerely wanted to get to know you."
"The customs in the United States are different from those in Z country; you are reserved, whereas we boldly pursue whatever beautiful things we take a liking to."
Did Jackson mean that he had taken a liking to her?
Xia Chuyi raised her eyebrows and said, "Iâm sorry, Mr. Jackson, I have a partner..."
"Oh, right, by âpartner,â I mean what you Americans call a boyfriend."
Yet, Jackson just smiled indifferently at her words and said, "It doesnât matter; even if you do have a boyfriend, I still have the right to be your friend, donât I?"
Xia Chuyi responded tersely, "Sorry, my boyfriend and I are in a very good relationship."
That meant she did not want to be friends with him.
Jackson paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Miss Chu Yi, I really do want to be friends with you, and I mean no harm. Please give me a chance."
Jackson looked at Xia Chuyi with a hopeful smile, awaiting her answer.
Xia Chuyi was even more speechless.
She had been wrong; she thought only the "fake foreignerâs" sister was crazy, but it turned out this fake foreigner had his own set of "foreign quirks."
Xia Chuyi slightly furrowed her brows, about to firmly reject the fake foreigner.
Suddenly, a deep and familiar masculine voice saying "No" â cold yet familiar â came from behind her.
That voice... so familiar!
Xia Chuyi quickly turned around.
Huo Shiqian?! Uncle Liberation Army?!
The tall and handsome man in his military uniform was none other than her Uncle Liberation Army.
In Huo Shiqianâs hand was a simple black briefcase.
Clearly, he had just arrived.
Seeing her travel-weary Uncle Liberation Army, Xia Chuyi felt an indescribable surge of excitement.
Surprised yet curious, she blurted out, "Uncle...cough, Brother Shi Qian, didnât you say your unit was arriving tomorrow?"
She had planned to meet him tomorrow.
Huo Shiqian looked tenderly at his little girl, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he said, "The unit arrives tomorrow. Knowing you were here, I came early."
With that simple statement, he explained why he was there.
Xia Chuyiâs eyes shone with even more surprise.
So, her Uncle Liberation Army had come early to Jig City for her?
Joy twinkled in Xia Chuyiâs eyes.
Meanwhile, Jackson, puzzled at this turn of events, involuntarily looked at Xia Chuyi and asked, "Miss Chuyi, who is this..."