Chapter 255 Strange Woman

Jiang Wanwan: It’s been too long since I’ve been with Wen Qing. I almost forgot what his bad mouth looks like.

She punched Chen Xingjiang's hard chest with her fist.

"I think your acting skills are better than the person who replaced my mother."

She was moved to tears.

He's even putting the blame on others.

Jiang Wanwan had experienced a lot and quickly pulled herself out of her emotions.

"My grandparents passed away a long time ago, so there's no one to ask if my mom has any siblings, but I can ask people who are familiar with my grandparents."

She leaned her head against Shen Xingjiang's arms and analyzed calmly.

Shen Xingjiang lowered his eyelashes and hugged her gently: "Give me their address and let me investigate. Your target is obvious, and you will alert the enemy if you investigate."

Jiang Wanwan did not refuse: "Okay."

Chen Xingjiang: "You can cry. Our Wanwan has suffered so much injustice, and no one has comforted her yet. She hasn't found anyone to talk to. You can talk to me now."

Jiang Wanwan's intermittent sobbing could be heard in the room. The strings in her head suddenly broke and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Wuwu…Shen Xingjiang, they bullied me, they all bullied me…”

"You are the only one who treats me well. You know, you were a big boss in your previous life. You were rich and prosperous, but you were always looking for me. Jiang Lian became a professor with my family's treasure appraisal notes. She also liked you, but you didn't like her. Before I died, she was still jealous of me."

"I also had a dream that half of your hair turned white because you were looking for me when you were over 30 years old."

Shen Xingjiang was stunned when he heard this: “It’s my fault. Even though I became a big boss, I still couldn’t find Wan Wan in the first place and let them bully you. It’s my fault.”

Jiang Wanwan shook her head, her tears and snot rubbing against his clothes unscrupulously.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You are the best and nicest person in the world to me."

The fire was burning brightly. Jiang Wanwan lay in Shen Xingjiang's arms and cried for a long time, until her eyes were swollen.

Emotions that had been suppressed for too long collapsed like a tall building.

After crying, most of the pressure in my heart was relieved.

Jiang Wanwan walked alone in the wind and snow for more than ten years. She turned around and found that Shen Xingjiang had been with her all the time.

I feel sad and bitter in my heart. I feel sorry for him, but at the same time I am glad to have him.

After crying enough, Shen Xingjiang fetched a basin of warm water and helped her wipe her face clean, his movements were careful and cherishing: “Our Wanwan has always been loved by someone.”

Jiang Wanwan almost burst into tears again.

After wiping his face, Shen Xingjiang coaxed Jiang Wanwan to sleep.

The little girl faced him, hugged his waist, with faint traces of tears on her face. Her brows were wrinkled when she fell asleep. Without her disguise, her grievances were written all over her palm-sized face.

Shen Xingjiang's cold and handsome face was filled with a murderous aura, and the coldness flowed from his chest to his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Wanwan silently for a long time, gently took her hand away, got up and walked out.

Jiang Wanwan untied the knot in her heart and slept in her old boudoir again, sleeping soundly.

I didn’t even know that Shen Xingjiang went out and came back at night.

When she woke up the next day, she was half lying in Shen Xingjiang's arms.

Her bed was a single bed, which was too short for Chen Xingjiang to lie down on, and not wide enough, so they squeezed together, and the small pink quilt could barely cover them.

The fire in the stove went out and the room was a little cold.

Jiang Wanwan wanted to lie down and make a fire. Just as she stood up and was about to crawl out, she was caught off guard by a strong arm and dragged into the quilt. Shen Xingjiang pressed her into his arms and patted her head: "Stay in the quilt, I'll light the fire and you can get up."

He sat up, his upper body naked, his lower body in dark blue pajamas.

The stove was lit and the room was warm.

Shen Xingjiang stood by the bed, put on a sweater and cotton pants, and went to get water to wash his face.

Jiang Wanwan sat on the bed, rubbed her eyes and put on her clothes. She walked to the table, wiped the photo frame clean with a rag, and placed it in a conspicuous place.

"Mom, I misunderstood you. No matter whether you are alive or dead, your daughter will find you."

Jiang Wanwan gave her a little girl's smile.

"I'm already married. His name is Shen Xingjiang. He's very, very good to me. You and dad don't have to worry about me."

Smiling, her eyes turned dark: "I will take good care of Jiang Juan, and I will find out the truth and avenge you."

Shen Xingjiang boiled some hot water to wash his face, and not long after he finished cleaning up, Su Pingshan came over with steamed buns and fried liver: “I have to go to work, you can find my dad if you have any questions.”

Shen Xingjiang took the things: “Thank you.”

Su Pingshan nodded, smiled, and left.

Shen Xingjiang divided the breakfast into two portions and sent the other portion to Qin Botang and Jiang Jun.

The two lazy guys hadn't gotten up yet. Jiang Jun's hair was all messed up. Half asleep and half awake, he saw his wise and powerful brother-in-law standing by the bed: "Brother...husband..."

Shen Xingjiang looked at his face that was similar to Jiang Wanwan's, and the illusion that Jiang Jun was his son became even more serious.

He put breakfast on the table: "I'll take you out for a walk. When you wake up, heat up breakfast and eat it with Qin Botang."

While speaking, he lit the stove in Jiang Jun's room and put a few pieces of coal in it.

The room became hot, and Qin Botang's saliva flowed onto the pillowcase while he was sleeping.

Shen Xingjiang turned his eyes away in disdain and went out.

Jiang Wanwan was waiting in the house for Shen Xingjiang to come back for dinner. She put the bag of fried liver in an enamel pot and ate from the pot.

As soon as he came into the room, he waved his little hand.

“Come and try it.”

Shen Xingjiang thought to himself that his daughter was still the best.

Jiang Wanwan smelled of milk when she was asleep, and Jiang Jun was drooling when he was asleep...

The fried liver soup was glossy and red, the liver sausage was fat, the flavor was rich but not greasy, and thin but not watery. Jiang Wanwan took a sip with a small spoon. The familiar taste stimulated her taste buds and was so fragrant that she squinted her eyes.

"Ah...it's been a long time, come and try it!"

Shen Xingjiang took a bite and looked embarrassed: “Eat more.”

He can't get used to it.

A wicked smile flashed in Jiang Wanwan's eyes. He didn't even like fried liver, so it was necessary to take him to try the Old Beijing Bean Juice.

After dinner, Shen Xingjiang put a Lei Feng hat on Jiang Wanwan, took her around, bought some yellow paper, apples and other sacrificial items, and went to the cemetery to pay tribute to Jiang Beiwang in the afternoon.

The climate in Beijing is not as harsh as that in Inner Mongolia. The winter sun is warm and there is a thin layer of snow piled up against the wall.

Jiang Wanwan pushed open the peeling vermilion door, stepped over the threshold and walked out. The woman on the opposite street, wearing an old gray cotton-padded jacket and a black wool scarf wrapped around her head, quickly avoided her eyes and hurried away.

The woman walked a little too fast and slipped on the snow pile next to the tree pit.

Jiang Wanwan saw that she seemed to have fallen seriously and couldn't get up, so she walked over and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

The woman lowered her head, hiding her face, and said in a very hoarse voice: "It's okay."

Jiang Wanwan helped her up, and she felt empty under her clothes.

The woman stood up with the help of Jiang Wanwan, and her face under the scarf was covered with burn marks.

No wonder she always keeps her head down, she is afraid that others will see her face.

Jiang Wanwan didn't look at her face again: "Can we go?"

The woman tried to take two steps forward and nodded awkwardly: "I can walk."

Shen Xingjiang saw Jiang Wanwan talking to a stranger and even went to help the other person. He didn't even close the door and walked over hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wanwan: "She just fell down."

The woman heard Shen Xingjiang's voice, looked towards him, squinted her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Is he yours?"