When Jiang Yansheng spoke, his eyes were filled with despair and self-mockery.
If she had really pushed Shen Lu, she wouldn't have pushed him so lightly.
What a ridiculous reason, and what a ridiculous belief.
Jiang Chu stood there, looking at his palm uneasily. It seemed that he didn't know why he suddenly couldn't control himself and waved his hand.
He glanced at Jiang Yansheng and found that she was still saying harsh words without shedding tears. Shen Lu closed his eyes slightly and stroked his lower abdomen with one hand, trying to persuade him not to get angry.
Hearing Shen Lu's persuasion, Jiang Chu's surprise and doubt disappeared. He slammed the table fiercely and said, "It's not that I don't like you, but I saw it with my own eyes, and you're still quibbling! I really don't know how I gave birth to a thing like you! "
Jiang Yansheng wiped the blood from his lower lip and chuckled. "Aren't you the one who gave birth to all kinds of things?"
She didn't know that Jiang Chu was so particular about scolding people. He only said a few words, but he also scolded himself.
The flesh on Jiang Chu's face was trembling. He carefully helped Shen Lu sit on the sofa, and then shouted at Jiang Yansheng.
"If you keep pestering me like this, get out of here!"
Jiang Yansheng licked the blood between her teeth and looked at the empty wall behind Jiang Chu.
There should have been a one-meter-high wedding photo hanging there, but now it was empty, leaving only a nail mark.
Time couldn't bear witness to anything. Only the chisel could barely save this little trace.
The left side of her face was swollen. She put one hand on it, and it hurt. An Yajing had also been hit here before. This time, Jiang Chu had hit her again in the same place.
What a restless left side of her face.
Jiang Yansheng's eyes were hazy, and she smiled brightly. "What are you talking about, Dad? You were the one who asked me to come back, and now you're the one who slapped me and told me to get out. You brought this upon yourself. "
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I always forgive others? If I don't forgive, I will be beaten. Why should I? Isn't this a forced purchase? "
"I walked out of here today not because you told me to scram, but because I felt bored and sad, so I walked out on my own."
She tidied up the wrinkled clothes, stood up straight, and slammed the door behind her.
…
It was the housekeeper who sent her out of the Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Yansheng glanced at the artificial lake. The entangled mandarin ducks were nowhere to be seen.
She walked to the side of the car and stopped. Looking at the empty lake for a while, she suddenly asked, "Where are the mandarin ducks?"
The housekeeper dutifully put a coat on her and said politely, "Shen Furen thought it was noisy and asked the servants to drive them away with a stick."
Jiang Yansheng sneered and tightened his collar.
The housekeeper sighed. "Forgive me for talking too much, but it's rare for you to come home. Why did you make yourself so embarrassed?"
The housekeeper had been by Jiang Yansheng's side to take care of her since she was born. He had watched Jiang Yansheng grow from a child to the slender and elegant woman she was now. There were some words that he suddenly blurted out as he looked at Jiang Yansheng.
"When Shen Furen was still alive, even if she knew about Shen Furen's existence, she wouldn't make herself so embarrassed. Why didn't you get over it? "
Jiang Yansheng looked up at the sky. The gorgeous sunset glow was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and there was an oppressive and humid wind in the air.
She smiled. "How could I be embarrassed? I just bear a little infamy for being innocent. "
"And I'm living a happy and comfortable life now. What's wrong with that?"
"You think my mother has gotten over it, but she can't sleep at night. She hates herself for being confined to such a peaceful life and doesn't fight. She painfully opens her eyes and counts the days every day."
When she came home a few years ago, her mother always made three fried eggs for breakfast. Jiang Chu was never at home, and the last fried egg was thrown into the trash can when it was cold.
Jiang Yansheng asked why she still made it if her father didn't come back. She replied, "It doesn't matter."
Later, Shen Lu took Jiang Yaru to the house and directly smashed the wedding photo on the wall. She stood on the stairs and called for people to clean it up. She said, "It doesn't matter."
Wild birds flew across the sky and the street lights were on.
Jiang Yansheng looked at the Jiang house behind him with a faint smile. "It's just paying back the debts these people owe little by little."
Good people didn't have a good ending, so she would be the bad one.
…
She drove back to the apartment. Half of Jiang Yansheng's red and swollen face was in the shadow, and he was quiet.
She stood downstairs and looked up at the lights on the ninth floor. Two houses were not on. One was hers, and the other was Gu Yan's.
There was still something that could comfort her. She had gotten home earlier than Gu Ran, who had been working overtime, after having a quarrel with someone outside.
The elevator arrived, and the faint light inside illuminated the empty stairway.
A slender and handsome figure was leaning against the wall in front of her door. The man took a few steps forward. "I went to your company at seven o 'clock. Why didn't I see you …"
The voice-activated light above his head was turned on, and the man's voice stopped abruptly.
He saw the injury on Jiang Yansheng's face.
"Who hit you?" Gu Yan's voice lowered a few degrees.
The light above made the shadow elongate. Jiang Yansheng chuckled and looked for the key to open the door. "No one. I hit the tree myself."
Don't wash your dirty linen in public, let alone the president of a rival company?
A shadow shrouded behind her. The man gently held her body from behind and put one hand on the back of her hand. "You're so stupid. Does it hurt?"
Gu Yan breathed carefully, not daring to touch the swollen part of her body. He only hoped that it would make her feel better.
She didn't say anything. Her heart had collapsed and was full of glass shards, but her tears fell quietly.
Drop by drop, they fell on the back of Gu Yan's hand.
Jiang Yansheng said, "It doesn't hurt."
He didn't wipe the tears on the back of his hand. He held Jiang Yansheng's shoulder and opened the door. "Is there any ointment at home? You can't see it yourself. I'll apply it for you."
Jiang Yansheng blinked, and the man reached out to wipe the tears on her face. "Why are you crying? Didn't you say that it doesn't hurt?"
Yes, why was she crying?
Jiang Chu reached out to hit her. She sat on the ground, unable to explain herself. She could only try to be brave and not cry.
The housekeeper, who had been with her for many years, felt sorry for her and asked her to be less strong, but she didn't cry.
Why couldn't she control herself when Gu Yan looked at her so gently?
Even if this gentleness was fake, it was good to let a miserable and embarrassed person like her feel a little bit of warmth. It really hurt too much. She couldn't tell where it hurt. This warmth should not be too much of a problem if he just got a little closer, right?
She smiled. "Gu Yan, what are you after?"
Gu Yan's face was very close to her. "We're married. Of course I want you for a lifetime."
Jiang Yansheng shook his head. "I've met a person who only had a lifetime of five months. He said that he would love a woman for a lifetime, but he had a miscarriage when the woman was five months pregnant. How long is your lifetime? "
Jiang Yaru was only five months younger than her.
There were many things that were so obvious.
Gu Yan covered Jiang Yansheng's eyes with his warm palms and kissed her hot lips gently. "I don't know how long a lifetime is. Do you want to try?"
Jiang Yansheng said, "I don't dare."
It might be possible to believe forty to fifty percent of other people's words of love, but Gu Yan's words could not be trusted at all.
Gu Yan seemed to have expected such an answer. He smiled helplessly. "It's a little late. Can I stay at your house for the night?"
"I'll help you apply the medicine."
"No need. I have my own hands." Jiang Yansheng ignored him, took off his shoes, and went in. "Mr. Gu's house is just across the street. Is it inappropriate to say that you want to spend the night?"
"My house is empty. It's not like you didn't see it. There's only a sofa inside. There's no place to sleep."
Jiang Yansheng's pace was steady. She patted the sofa in the middle of the living room gently. "I don't have a place to sleep here either. If you really want to stay, I can be merciful and let you have the sofa."
Gu Yan struggled. "Can't I sleep on the bed?"
Jiang Yansheng turned to look at her. Her eyes were a little misty with tears. She corrected him seriously. "That's my single bed. Mr. Gu can't go there whenever he wants."
"You have two choices. My sofa or your own sofa."
…
The next day, Jiang Yansheng went to the Garden Restaurant again for dinner. She ordered a few dishes and asked the waiter, "Where's the lady who plays the piano?"
The waiter pressed the serial number of the dishes into the walkie-talkie and looked in the direction where Jiang Yansheng was looking.
The piano was still on the lake, but the person who played the piano was nowhere to be seen.
He lowered his head and touched his watch. Then he smiled. "It's not time yet. Amei hasn't started work yet. Do you like her songs?"
Jiang Yansheng was a little disappointed. "She sang quite well."
"Amei has to work at other venues. She might be at Muse during the day. She's a resident singer there. She'll come here to sing at our bar at night. She should be here in about ten minutes."
Jiang Yansheng raised her eyebrows when she heard the familiar name. Seeing that she was interested, the waiter continued.
"We all think that she sings quite well, but she's just a resident singer at the bar. She doesn't release any songs, so she hasn't become popular. Our boss appreciates her and hired her at a high price. But she still has to work at Muse during the day."
Jiang Yansheng smiled. "I'll go and listen to her next time when I'm free."
She put a red note in the waiter's breast pocket and the waiter left with a smile.
When the dishes were served, she received a WeChat message. Jiang Yansheng opened it and saw Gu Yan's profile picture.
She didn't know when Gu Yan had changed his profile picture to a picture of Gu Yisheng eating his hand. How shameful.
Gu Yan: When are you going to look for a bed with me? If you don't buy a bed, I'll stay at your house.
Jiang Yansheng's face darkened for a moment.
What a brazen and shameless person.
She typed back: Looking for a bed in the middle of the night? Which furniture store is opening?
Asking her at this time meant that he didn't want to leave tonight!
Jiang Yansheng wanted to beat Gu Yan up.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from across the row of fresh green plants.
"What do you like to eat, Mr. Xiao? I have to maintain my figure for the award ceremony, so I can't eat high-calorie food. "
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