Chapter 12 Good People

Chen Congyu continued to play dumb, "I just think that only by borrowing money can the relationship between you and your girlfriend not be affected."

Jiang Xilin also followed her lead and asked, "How does it affect you?"

Chen Congyu suddenly fell silent.

Yeah, how does she influence? An ex-wife who is having a miserable life.

She actually didn't feel like beating around the bush with Jiang Xilin, but she couldn't figure out his mood or intentions, so she had to slowly test the waters.

“Mr. Jiang,” Shen Congyu lowered his posture, “I really need this money… I’m already selling the house, and I still have some money in my hand. I will try to return the money to you as soon as possible.”

Jiang Xilin suddenly raised his hand, not wanting to listen to her boring excuses.

"Let me ask you a question first."

"……you say."

Jiang Xilin: "Qi Ming doesn't know that you have a husband, so you can cheat him out of his money, but I know it clearly. I'm really confused. The amount of money isn't much, but you're willing to go to such lengths. Isn't this a trap set up by you and your husband?"

Shen Congyu had anticipated his question.

How should she explain her relationship with Chen Yao? At least for now, she couldn't let him know how miserable she was in Chen Yao's hands.

Look, how come the good life I wanted to live, even at the cost of divorcing him, ended up like this?

Look at how powerful he is now, and his girlfriend is much better off than she was before. She is a complete loser in front of him.

Chen Congyu's throat was dry, "I told you last time, and Chen Yao and I have been in a cold war recently..."

She couldn't continue making up the following words, as the more she said, the more mistakes she made.

"Oh? So you'd rather sacrifice yourself for this money than look for your husband?"

Jiang Xilin didn't beat around the bush and used precise words.

Chen Congyu pinched her palm hard, “He really can’t help me.”

"Is it that I can't help you, or you don't want to cause trouble for him?" After Shen Congyu mentioned it last time, Jiang Xilin asked someone to investigate the current situation of Chen Yao's family. It was indeed a mess, and it seemed that he really couldn't spare the time. But Shen Congyu was his wife after all, and 40 million was not an astronomical figure. If Chen Yao was willing, he could still help her.

But she found the unreliable Qi Ming, and now she is still thinking of borrowing money from him. Jiang Xilin wanted to laugh. When did she become so naive?

Either she was looking for someone to take advantage of her, or there might really be a trap waiting for him.

Either she didn't want to cause any trouble to Chen Yao or didn't want Chen Yao to spend the money.

Jiang Xilin stared at her, trying to see through her. "You've ended up like this for such a small amount of money. Why don't you divorce me? Do you love him that much?"

“No,” but Shen Congyu really couldn’t explain the situation, “I really can’t.”

Chen Congyu looked very tired, especially now under Jiang Xilin's gaze, she felt even more powerless.

She held back the soreness in her eyes and asked him, "Can you just tell me what you want to do?"

She was still wearing a plain down jacket. Because it was cold outside, she zipped it up to the top, covering the point of her chin. Her entire face looked very thin and small, and her blood color was pale, with the bruises under her eyes vaguely visible.

For a moment, Jiang Xilin could even see that her life was not going well.

But how could that be? She had lived a life of luxury since she was a child and had never suffered any hardship. She abandoned her poor ex-husband and went to another country, choosing the man chosen by her father. How could she not live a good life? She should be much happier than being with him, right?

But she chose to come back to Haicheng alone, was kicked out of her home by her stepmother, and endured his humiliation for that little salary. To put it bluntly, she was just a comedian.

If you were living a good life, would you be willing to do these things?

Jiang Xilin felt that he could go even further.

"The most useful thing I've learned over the years is to maximize benefits in everything I do, no matter who or what." Jiang Xilin stood up and walked towards Chen Congyu.

"I can give you what you want," he held her shoulders, looked her over, then pinched the zipper of her collar and slowly pulled it down, "You, have to give it to me."

Shen Congyu shuddered and grabbed the back of his hand. Her hand was very cold, and the warmth of his skin soaked into her fingertips, making her want to absorb it.

She stumbled and said, "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

I heard they have a very good relationship.

Jiang Xilin smiled and said to Shen Congyu, "It seems that in your heart I am still a good person."

What's the meaning?

Shen Congyu stared at his face in a daze.

This beautiful face has looked better than it has in years. It looks more delicate and tender, and at the same time more deceptive.

Jiang Xilin: "Does the definition of a good person include being good to your partner? But I won't treat her badly because of someone like you."

Chen Congyu knew he was trying to change the subject. She wanted to speak, but Jiang Xilin had already pulled open a section of her clothes, and his warm, dry palm was on her neck, clasping it—

"Besides, if you really feel guilty, then why don't you just hide it from her?"