Pushed to marry on behalf of her younger sister, Jin Xue only learned from her grandmother that she was an adopted daughter.
Jin Xue was incredulous and rushed to clarify with her father, onl...
Not long after Jin Xue left, Zhou Yi came in with gifts. It was no coincidence.
Looking at Zhou Yi, Jiang Yu's heart twisted unconsciously, and his handsome eyebrows frowned.
"Zhou Yi, did you come here by yourself? I'm so grateful that you came to see me. You don't have to buy so many gifts."
Zhou Yi smiled faintly and said, "A friend came with me, but he had something else to do, so he didn't come up."
friend?
The first person Jiang Yu thought of was Qin Zixiu.
At that moment, his cell phone rang.
Jiang Yu opened it and saw that it was a photo sent by his subordinates. Jin Xue and Qin Zixiu met in the parking lot.
Suddenly, Jiang Yu also understood.
Seeing Jiang Yu remained silent, Zhou Yi looked at him cautiously and asked tentatively: "Brother Jiang Yu, what's wrong with you? Are you seriously injured?"
Jiang Yu put his phone away and looked up at Zhou Yi as if nothing had happened. "The doctor wants me to be hospitalized for observation and stay in bed for a few days. Zhou Yi, do I know that friend of yours?"
Zhou Yi dodged Jiang Yu's sharp inquiry.
After hesitating for a moment, she nodded, "Brother Zixiu told me that. He was the one who accompanied me to see you. I saw that your relationship wasn't very good, and I was afraid that he would get angry with you, so I didn't ask him to come up with us."
Jiang Yu's expression was somewhat solemn, with two hints of anger flickering in his deep eyes.
Damn Qin Zixiu, he used Zhou Yi again, he is really a big bastard!
Jiang Yu also guessed that Qin Zixiu must have instigated Jin Xue again. This bastard really deserves a beating!
Zhang Baochan's hands were stretched too far. He even colluded with Qin Zixiu to deal with him. Not only was she vicious, but she was also very evil and stupid. He was determined to expel this woman from the Jiang family.
Seeing Jiang Yu pursing her thin lips, Zhou Yi was a little afraid of Jiang Yu like this, and she lowered her eyelids slightly.
"Brother Jiang Yu, did I make you angry?"
"No, don't let your imagination run wild. Zhou Yi, you're very innocent, and I'm worried you'll get hurt. Some people only know their appearance but not their heart, so be careful."
"Are you worried that Qin Zixiu would harm me? That shouldn't happen, he's been very nice to me! You... have a deep misunderstanding, and you haven't been willing to reconcile. My sister has been dead for so many years, I don't think she would want to see you fighting like this."
Zhou Yi had an innocent look on his face, and Jiang Yu couldn't bear to reveal Qin Zixiu's ugly face, for fear of disgusting Zhou Yi.
"Qin Zixiu is very deep and sometimes acts in an extreme way. You don't fully understand him, so you think he's okay. I also hope he truly cares about you and isn't shamelessly using you to get revenge on me."
Zhou Yi pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
In fact, she didn't want to think too much, she was afraid that the result would be unacceptable to her.
Jiang Yu picked up his phone, found Jin Xue's photo, and showed it to Zhou Yi. "Her name is Jin Xue, she's my wife. She was just here. She also knows Qin Zixiu. He's been looking for her."
Looking at the beautiful and confident woman in the photo, Zhou Yi widened his eyes in surprise.
"I've seen her."
Qin Zixiu must have known that this was Jiang Yu's wife, but he actually hid it from her.
This woman and Jiang Yuge are really a perfect match. Does Jiang Yuge love her too?
Has Brother Jiang Yu forgotten about his sister?
It’s a pity that my sister passed away a long time ago, otherwise all this happiness would belong to her.
Everything that belonged to his sister was replaced by someone else. Zhou Yi felt uncomfortable and mixed emotions unconsciously.
Although she hoped to have an understanding woman to love and take care of Jiang Yuge, Zhou Yi felt inexplicably blocked in his heart when he learned that his wife was that beautiful woman.
Why her?
Why is it such a coincidence?
Why not someone else?