Chapter 102 I'll Carry You Downstairs

Jin Changyu finally understood why Sang Qian rarely went back to her parents' home in the two years since they got married, and even less often did she take him back with her.

On the few occasions he went to the Sang family home with her, he would ask her what gifts she needed to bring back. She would always smile slightly and say that there was no need to prepare anything special, just to have a meal when she got back.

She might even tell him that if he couldn't get away, he didn't need to accompany her back; she could go back by herself.

At the time, Jin Changyu thought she was just being considerate of his busy work schedule. Now, thinking back, he suddenly realized that she probably didn't want him to see her situation in the Sang family and her past bad experiences.

Thinking of this, Jin Changyu felt as if something was gripping his heart, and his breathing became suffocating. He couldn't help but hug the person in his arms even tighter.

I'm home.

Jin Changyu carried Sang Qian back to the room, gently placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and after settling her in, seeing that she was fast asleep, he silently sat by the bedside to keep her company for a while before leaning down to kiss her forehead, then got up and quietly left.

When Sang Qian slowly woke up, it was already getting dark outside the window.

Is it getting dark?

Sang Qian turned her eyes somewhat blankly, trying hard to recall what had happened that afternoon.

She remembered that Jin Changyu carried her out of the mediation room.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Over the years, she had long since buried the past in her heart and tried not to think about it. But today, when she talked about those things from back then, all the suppressed memories in her heart suddenly surged up, and she broke down emotionally. Then, tears flowed uncontrollably.

She was still crying in Jin Changyu's arms.

In the car, he held her tightly. That broad embrace was so warm and made her feel so safe, like a safe haven. She nestled there, and she was actually a little reluctant to push him away.

The memories of being bullied in her childhood brought back that terrible sense of confusion and helplessness in her heart. It was the man's warm and caring embrace that brought her a sense of security.

He seemed to have kissed her forehead, and that soft, warm touch made her tears flow even more fiercely.

She cried and cried until she got tired.

Then I don't know how I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, I was here.

Thinking of the scene of herself crying in Jin Changyu's arms, Sang Qian closed her eyes in annoyance.

So many years have passed, and those things had long been buried deep in her heart. How could she be so easily provoked by those few people?

She was still so pathetic in front of him.

Sang Qian bit her lip and covered her face with the blanket.

Embarrassing.

Just then, the sound of the door being opened was heard.

Hearing someone come in, Sang Qian assumed it was Aunt Li calling her for dinner.

"Aunt Li, I'll go down for dinner later."

She didn't even show her face, speaking in a muffled voice from under the covers.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

The man's gentle and concerned voice reached her ears, and Sang Qian froze. She pulled the blanket down abruptly, and what came into view was the man's handsome face full of concern.

Sang Qian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up. "You, how did you get in?"

"Aunt Li is preparing dinner in the kitchen and doesn't have time to come up, so she asked me to come up and check on you."

Sang Qian: "..."

How could that be? How could Aunt Li dare to order him around?

But she didn't say anything, she just silently sat up straight.

Seeing that she didn't say anything to send him away, Jin Changyu sat down by the bed and looked at her face. "Why won't you eat? Are you nauseous and have no appetite, or is something wrong?"

He regretted agreeing to let her meet those beasts. She had only been back from the hospital a few days ago and had just recovered somewhat, but now she was mentally exhausted again because of these terrible people and things.

Sang Qian lowered her head and shook it, saying softly, "I don't feel uncomfortable or nauseous."

Looking at her downcast face, Jin Changyu couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her hair, saying softly, "Don't talk nonsense. Just leave the matter to the lawyer. You don't need to pay attention to those people."

The warmth of the man's palm seeped through her hair, and Sang Qian's heart momentarily went awry. She looked up and met a pair of calm and reassuring eyes.

He thought...

She was still upset because of the Sang family or because of things that happened when she was a child.

But actually, no, she just... didn't know how to face him.

She felt incredibly embarrassed in front of him, and was even more afraid that he would ask her about her childhood experiences in the Sang family.

But when she met Jin Changyu's gaze, the awkwardness in Sang Qian's heart miraculously disappeared.

The man's gentle eyes held only concern and comfort, devoid of any gossip or curious curiosity.

Moreover, he didn't ask her any of the questions she wanted to avoid.

Sang Qian's mood gradually relaxed, and her thoughts gradually became clearer.

Recalling what Jin Changyu had said to Sang Zhiming before leaving, he couldn't help but ask him, "How do you know that Xu Manrong instigated Sang Yulong to kill me?"

“Xu Manrong also went to the fashion show that day. Five minutes after she saw you, Sang Yulong came out of the Sang family home and rushed to the fashion show.” Jin Changyu said, “It’s obvious that she told Sang Yulong about your whereabouts.”

"Even if Sang Zhiming is stupid, he is not someone who cannot see the situation clearly. He knows what consequences it will bring to the Sang family if he hurts you, so naturally he would not dare to do anything to you, nor would he allow his family to do anything to you."

Jin Changyu continued his analysis, "Especially since that person is Sang Yulong, neither Sang Zhiming nor Zhang Shuli would want anything to happen to him. So, in the Sang family, the only person who doesn't care about Sang Yulong's life or death, nor about the future of the Sang family, is probably Xu Manrong, who is staying in the Sang family and has impure intentions."

It's no surprise that Sang Yulong's sudden return to China was also orchestrated by Xu Manrong.

The purpose was to use someone else to do the dirty work.

In fact, it would have been very easy for Jin Changyu to deal with this Xu guy and avenge Sang Qian.

But he didn't want her to be so quick to accept it.

That would be too easy on her.

Since she likes the tactic of "using someone else to do the dirty work," he'll return the favor to her.

Xu Manrong wasn't originally a member of the Sang family, and now she's messed with the most doted-on son of Sang Zhiming and his wife. After today, she's unlikely to have a good time with the Sang couple.

Jin Changyu wanted them to fight amongst themselves, so that Xu Manrong would experience the same suffering that Sang Qian had endured in the Sang family.

Let her and the Sang family fight like dogs for a while, then he'll wipe them all out.

But he didn't tell Sang Qian any of this, nor did he want to spoil her mood because of these things.

Seeing her furrowed brows, seemingly lost in thought, he gently patted her head. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Aunt Li has prepared dinner. Shall we go downstairs and eat?"

His questioning voice carried a hint of coaxing, and Sang Qian couldn't help but glance at him before lowering her gaze and silently nodding.

As soon as Jin Changyu stood up, she threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed when the man swept her up in his arms.

Sang Qian almost gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, looking at him in astonishment, "What are you doing?"

Jin Changyu looked at her wide, almond-shaped eyes and said, "I'll carry you downstairs."