Jonas had never imagined Beigong Ling would do something so out of character.
Beigong Ling had always been levelheaded, and she never put her feelings first... Someone who prioritized the bigger picture like her would never do anything too extreme, even if she harbored resentment.
That was why he had failed to react in advance, even after noticing her windup.
Meanwhile, Beigong Ling had clearly realized this too. She watched him quietly, her lashes trembling slightly. Her heart raced, and the blush on her face deepened.
She realized she had gone a little too far, but she did not want to admit she was wrong. She felt embarrassed and regretful, yet she was unwilling to let him off so easily.
Normally, with her reason still intact, she would never have done something like this. Letting her emotions guide her would only make things worse, but she did not want to concede just like that... This was precisely the so-called "misdirected anger" Jonas had feared.
Of course, it was not really misdirected anger. After all, he was the one who had started it.
Beigong Ling raised her head, trying to stay composed. Her heart raced, and the blush on her face deepened. Realizing she had gone a little too far, she bit her lower lip, trying to hide her embarrassment and discomfort. Her fingers unconsciously curled into fists, and her breathing grew rapid, as though every breath drained her courage and strength.
In the end, she made up her mind and addressed him with a cold sneer:
"Why so quiet, Mr. Jonas?"
But Jonas did not answer her question. Instead, he asked:
"Have you put on weight, Miss Ling?"
Those words demolished the courage Beigong Ling had finally worked up. She took a deep breath, glared viciously at him, then said: