Since she had already decided to "do business" with Qin Meng and the others, it meant that Jiang Wanqing would be spending most of her time at school from now on.
Since Cheng Ran hadn't replied, she didn't know if he had calmed down or not. She wasn't the type to coax people on her own initiative, and she didn't know where to go to coax him either. So she simply went home, brought her change of clothes to school, and prepared to stay there permanently.
When she returned to the family compound, she felt that something was different today. Sister Song came out of the house and greeted her warmly.
"Today is a good day, you should go back and take a look."
Hmm? A good day?
Jiang Wanqing has been so busy lately that she doesn't even have time to rest. She really doesn't know how to count the good days. She twitched the corners of her mouth, nodded and smiled at Sister Song, and then headed home.
Pushing open the door, a strong smell of alcohol filled the room. The lights were off, and the dim light from the setting sun was insufficient to illuminate the room, so Jiang Wanqing couldn't see what was inside and thought a mouse had knocked over a bottle of cooking wine.
As she groped her way inside to turn on the light, she covered her nose, stepped on a wine bottle, lost her balance, and fell straight forward.
The expected pain did not come; instead, a pair of strong arms supported her, and at the same time, the smell of alcohol became even stronger.
The light bulb in the room turned on, and Jiang Wanqing looked up, her eyes meeting Cheng Ran's sharply defined and cold face...
"You're back," she said instinctively.
Cheng Ran let go of her hand, watched her stagger, her heels shift, and then ignored her once she regained her balance.
"you……"
He walked from the house to the bathroom. Jiang Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and saw that there were already several empty wine bottles in the room.
When did he get back? Why is he drinking so heavily as soon as he gets back? Isn't that something he's most sensitive about? If he gets caught, he'll be punished...
Jiang Wanqing had several questions in her mind, not because she was narcissistic, but because she intuitively felt they were related to herself.
She sat quietly and anxiously in the room, waiting. Cheng Ran, who usually only takes a few minutes to take a shower, took more than half an hour to come out today.
His exposed skin was flushed red, whether from rubbing or from drinking, it was hard to tell.
While he was taking a shower, she had already packed a bag of clothes and was about to put it on the sofa outside when Cheng Ran saw it and his eyes turned red. He walked over and grabbed her hand.
"Where are you going with your things?"
He had never used such force on her before, so much so that Jiang Wanqing struggled and frowned.
"You've had too much to drink, I can explain it to you."
"Explain what?" Cheng Ran sneered. "Who are you packing your things to go find? Are you not planning to come back? Is your next step to divorce me?! Tell me!"
Jiang Wanqing was terrified by his reaction. She didn't dare to blink and shrank her shoulders as she looked at him.
Seeing her reaction, he assumed she had agreed, so he pushed her onto the bed, restrained her hands, and the bag of clothes was nowhere to be found.
What do I really mean to you?
No… Jiang Wanqing opened her mouth slightly, about to explain, when he suddenly covered her mouth, biting and nibbling hard.
He only let go when the taste of blood filled their mouths.
"If you want a divorce, I can grant your wish."
He said something in a muffled voice, and Jiang Wanqing could even hear a hint of a sob in his voice, whether it was her imagination or not.
She hooked her finger around his little finger: "You didn't get injured during this closed training camp, did you?"
Upon hearing her words, Cheng Ran turned around and looked at her in disbelief.
"You're concerned about me?"
"Mmm..." She licked her lips, which were slightly numb from where he had bitten them, but she still said, "You're my husband, isn't it normal for me to care about you?"
His chest heaved violently, as if some emotion was brewing, and in the end, he simply placed his palm on the back of her hand.
"Didn't you want a divorce?"
"When did I say I wanted a divorce?" Jiang Wanqing moved closer to him, looking into his eyes. "I thought you were angry and wouldn't come back. I told you I could explain, so please don't overthink it."
What does "filling in the blanks" mean?
"Uh... I'm just overthinking it."
Jiang Wanqing pursed her lips, accidentally using an expression that wasn't appropriate for this era.
"Then you and Zheng Yuan..."
“I have nothing with him, didn’t I explain that to you? I want to buy a house in the western suburbs because it will appreciate in value in the future, and the money was given to me in advance by him.”
Her big eyes blinked as she looked at him, without a trace of lying.
"So, where are you going with your things?"
Cheng Ran pointed to the package he had thrown on the ground, her tone a little aggrieved. When he came back, he found no signs of life in the house and guessed that she had hardly been back. He was worried that she was getting close to Zheng Yuan. But when she came back, she packed her things, which made it hard not to think.
“I was working with a few roommates to make and sell moisturizing cream to make money. I thought you weren’t coming back, so I… packed my things and prepared to stay at the school for an extended period.”
She thought she wouldn't feel wronged; she had seen through the feelings between men and women after two lifetimes. But after she finished speaking, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat, feeling very uncomfortable, and she didn't dare to look Cheng Ran in the eye.
He cupped her face in his hands: "What do you need money for? Why do you never ask me for any?"
Who would complain about having too much money?
Jiang Wanqing didn't know how to explain her thoughts clearly for a moment. Yue Shuzhen's words came to mind and she blurted them out.
He was stunned and couldn't refute it. After a long while, he asked a question in return.
"Is that really all there is to it?"
She shook her head: "I want to save up enough money to pay Zheng Yuan back as soon as possible, so I won't have anything to do with him anymore."
Upon hearing this reason, Cheng Ran raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with surprise, but even more so with joy, and he casually pinched her cheek.
"I have some, I'll give it to you."
He couldn't wait to pay back the money she owed Zheng Yuan, so he immediately got up to grab his suitcase, but Jiang Wanqing stopped him.
"Don't worry, I can't completely sever ties with him yet."
Cheng Ran stopped moving, frowning as he looked at her: "What did you say?"
"Um...please sit down and listen to me first."
Jiang Wanqing really couldn't understand how he, who was always calm and composed, could lose all those qualities when he was with her.
“Last time I visited his factory, I met someone you would never expect.”
"who?"
"Jiang Xiu."
There was a brief moment of silence before he moved to sit down next to her again.
She continued, "There's another thing. Yuan Zhong is also at Huazhong University of Science and Technology. He has changed his identity to Chen Zhong. I called the prison and they said he died in there more than two months ago, but he is definitely in Beijing. I don't believe that the two of them have no contact."
There was no joking in her eyes, only seriousness and earnestness. This was the first time Cheng Ran had heard these things from her.
He narrowed his eyes: "You want to investigate them?"
"No, what has already happened, even if we find out the truth, will not stop them from acting recklessly now. Sooner or later they will expose themselves. What I care about is what they want to do next. Jiang Xiu is a female worker in Zheng Yuan's factory. If I withdraw now, I'm afraid things will get even more out of control."
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