Chapter 108. Love me, love my dog.

When Jing Ge drew this sketch, she didn't think too much about it. Her teacher said that human facial bones are generally formed between the ages of 18 and 20, and Li Mushi happened to be the closest person to that age to her.

She had no idea that Zhuo Yueyue had used this sketch to make a point of it.

Jingge no longer cared.

She was even delighted that, by chance, she had left a mark on her lover.

Li Mushi helped her frame the painting and placed it in the glass cabinet in her bedroom.

Actually, he was happy, as Jingge secretly discovered. He was used to being calm and composed, so he was putting on an act.

"How come there's only this little bit of stuff?" Li Mushi asked.

“I threw them away,” Jing said. “I kept my award certificates and photo albums.”

Li Mushi flipped through her photo album, which contained photos of her from childhood to adulthood, mostly solo shots.

Jingge leaned over to look at it with him, but the man stared at a certain photo and didn't continue flipping through the pages for a long time.

Jing Ge: "Flip it."

Li Mushi then turned the page to the back.

Jingge looked at him: "What's wrong?"

“I remember,” Li Mushi said calmly, “the day you wore this outfit was when you took a photo with Li Zhan.”

“…” Jing Ge paused for a moment, “Oh, I cut him off.”

Li Mushi: "."

He didn't speak, remaining calm as if nothing had happened. Jing Ge inexplicably wanted to laugh, so she rested her chin on his shoulder, leaned against his back, and continued watching with him.

About two minutes later, Li Mushi asked, "What did you throw away?"

Jing Ge: "Nothing much, just diaries, letters, and scraps of writing I did during class."

Li Mushi turned his head slightly, his cheek touching her smooth skin: "Why did you throw it away?"

Jing Ge: "I want to throw it away."

The man was silent for a moment: "You don't even want the path you came from?"

Jingge asked knowingly, "What way did I come from?"

"..." Li Mushi lowered his eyes again, his emotions unreadable. "I'm not that petty."

It made her throw away even her childhood keepsakes.

Jingge leaned his upper body completely against his back, tilting his head to look at him: "Really?"

"Um."

"Then I kind of regret it."

"I'll go with you to find it."

“I tore them all to shreds,” Jingge said regretfully. “If I had known you weren’t so petty, I should have taken them back. There were lyrics I copied inside.”

"......"

That night, Li Mushi locked the bedroom door from the inside, acting rather fiercely. Jing Ge begged him for forgiveness, asking if he was angry, but he tightened his grip and said no.

Jingge kissed the corner of his mouth, kissed his sharp and handsome chin, and begged him softly, pleading pitifully.

No one dared to mention the bullet lodged in his ribs.

Seeing that she was crying so hard, Li Mushi finally let her go a little, carried her to take a bath, and when they came back, he hugged her and the blanket to his arms.

Jing Ge recovered and wanted to freeze him to death with her icy feet, but her feet were warm. This man was extremely rude in some ways and wouldn't allow her feet to be cold; he wanted her to be warmed up from head to toe.

Jingge was too tired to argue with him, so she snuggled into his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

A light kiss landed on her forehead.

Jingge unconsciously curved her lips into a smile.

Li Mushi smiled along. This girl always responded to love with brilliance and passion. How could anyone bear not to love her?

Just before dawn, the two were awakened by Jing Ge's phone call.

Something bad has happened to the Jing family.

When Jing's father learned that Jing Ge had married Li Mushi, he thought that heaven had not forsaken him and that his luck was about to change. He immediately put forward a series of plans to restore the Jing family's prosperity.

First, he had to sacrifice Zhuo Yueyue to please Jing Ge and gain her forgiveness. Then, he had to negotiate with Li Mushi in person.

But they encountered a setback right from the first step.

Zhuo Yueyue has a dual contract that he signed with the Wen family.

Not only was she not threatened, but she also made Jing's father transfer a portion of the company's shares to her, otherwise she would expose him immediately.

Wen Qing is in jail, and he can't escape either.

Jing's father seemed to have gone mad, trying to coax her: "Go apologize to Jing Ge and ask her to forgive you. Li Mushi holds real power, and we'll have whatever we want then."

"Am I stupid?" Zhuo Yueyue sneered. "What do I have to do for her to forgive me? You'll decide whether you give it to me or not. If you don't, I'll expose you right now. If Wen Qing goes to jail, you'll go too!"

She knew that there was no way to get through to Jingge; it was a dead end.

Seeking the essence of the scene is less important than understanding the essence of the father.

With his long-cherished wish about to be fulfilled, Jing's father's gaze turned sinister: "You've made the princess sick. If you don't apologize, Li Laosan won't let you off the hook."

“He cares about Jing Ge. He would never kill me,” Zhuo Yueyue sneered. “He’s afraid that if he pushes me too far, he’ll bite Jing Ge back. He’s not like you. You’re disgusting!”

Jing's father tried to snatch the contract from her, but Zhuo Yueyue refused, and the two started fighting on the hospital rooftop.

Jing's father fell off the rooftop.

He died on the spot.

Before he died, he still carried with him the dream that the Jing family would soon regain its status as a prominent clan.

Zhuo Yueyue was arrested and imprisoned for causing death by negligence.

This time, no one could save her. The school's major disciplinary action was finally changed to expulsion, just a few months after Liu Sisi and Meng Shi took the blame for her.

It's as if the punishment that was supposed to be hers, no matter how much she tries to escape, will still come back to haunt her; if it's not this, then it will be something else.

On the day she went to prison, Zhuo Yueyue's eyes were filled with hatred: "Why didn't I kill you back then!"

“You don’t have to grow up under your father’s care,” Jing Ge said indifferently. “You don’t have to bear the humiliation of the Jing family’s bankruptcy. Luck has actually visited you too many times, but you didn’t want it, so it fell on my head.”

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, just like Zhuo Yueyue's first impression of her: beautiful and radiant.

Jing Ge lowered his voice, allowing the darkness in his heart to spread: "Thank you for helping me kill him."

This resolved her worries, so she no longer had to fear that Jing's father would cling to her like a bloodsucking leech and cause Li Mushi any more trouble.

Zhuo Yueyue suddenly realized what was happening, screamed shrilly and struggled, and was dragged away by the prison guards.

Jingjiaxin Company was shut down due to issues related to dual contracts.

The funeral arrangements for Jing's father and the subsequent affairs of the company were all handled by people sent by Li Mushi to assist Prince Jing.

Grandma Jing fell seriously ill and was bedridden. She grieved for her son's early death and cursed Jing Ge as a jinx, saying that he brought Zhuo Yueyue back to the Jing family and made Jing's father happy for nothing. In the end, she died on the rooftop.

She was delirious from her illness, and Jingge didn't hold it against her; she wouldn't live more than a few days.

Although the company is gone, the ceramics factory is still there. Li Mushi helped manage it. The income wasn't enough to make them extremely wealthy, but it was enough to maintain a comfortable life until Prince Jing grew up and took over.

Life may not seem wealthy, but it's easier than before. There are no stubborn people following behind them with small leather whips, nagging them year after year about the Jing family's initial wealth and forcing them to work harder.

Prince Jing, on the other hand, was a bit more cheerful.

Jingge secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She playfully asked Li Mushi at night, "Do you love everything about me because you love my house?"

“I’m worried he won’t live up to your expectations,” Li Mushi said, displeased with her choice of words, “and will only cause you more trouble.”

He did not love Prince Jing.

He just wanted all the good things to truly fall on her head.

Let all trouble stay away from her and nip it in the bud.