Chapter 89 Chapter 89 You Can't Lose to Him
Due to the servant leak, the Jiang family has recently replaced a group of new blood. The housekeeper Chen Ma led a few people through the corridor and explained the precautions.
"This is the tea room... This is the pantry... This is the spa room... Go get a map and a balance bike each later. Walking on foot is too tiring."
Aunt Chen turned around and smiled. "I'm not used to using that thing. Someone will teach you how to use it later. This is the young master's bedroom."
She pressed the doorknob and thought of the security guard at the door reporting that the young master would be back tonight. A cloud of worry settled on her wrinkled forehead.
I heard that the young master entered the master's study. I hope that when he comes out of the study this time, there will be no bloodstains on the floor.
As a servant, how could she possibly be bothered by her master's idleness? Aunt Chen opened the door, turned on the light, and continued to introduce, "The young master usually lives in an apartment near Huide and doesn't come home often. He said that if we have urgent matters and don't have time to clean, we can take a break in his room."
"Young Master is so kind?" a new servant was surprised. "He doesn't have any of the temper of a rich young man?"
"Of course." Only the old master always looked down on the young master, saying he wasn't as good as the other young masters. Aunt Chen sighed inwardly, then proudly said, "The young master is incredibly handsome. Don't you youngsters love chasing stars? The young master is like a big star!"
"Is this true? Aunt Chen, when will we have the honor of seeing the young master?" Several servants looked forward to it excitedly.
"Auntie Chen, why is there another room here?" At this time, a servant walked to the west. This room did not have a built-in bathroom like the bedroom. The door was made of iron and was locked.
When the servant was about to touch the lock, Aunt Chen quickly ran forward to pull her away, her features full of fear.
"Stay away! The young master is a doctor and sometimes he works with chemicals. He told us that some of them are extremely dangerous and can melt human flesh!"
The young people shuddered and took a big step back in fear.
Aunt Chen glared at them and said, "The young master will clean up this room himself, but he's afraid you won't know how to do it and might get hurt."
"Master is such a nice guy."
"real."
The servants all praised Jiang Yuming, and Aunt Chen smiled happily: "Okay, okay, if you are still curious, please ask today. After today, don't ask any more questions."
"Come to think of something, Aunt Chen. We've been walking for so long, but why haven't we seen a single photo of the lady?"
Mother Chen was stunned.
"Yes, there is a picture of Mr. Zhang hanging in the middle of the hall. There are no wedding photos or family photos."
Chen Ma smiled, a smile tinged with sadness. "She's dead. She died of illness when the young master was eight years old."
"Eh? So the master hasn't remarried yet? He seems quite devoted."
"It seems you admire my father very much."
At the door, Jiang Yuming walked into the room under the light. In an instant, thousands of red and white roses bloomed at the same time. Her nonchalant expression and extremely impactful beauty exuded a heart-stirring beauty in the light.
Many people held their breath, the corners of his beautiful mouth curled up, and the hearts of those who looked at him were also hooked.
However, Jiang Yuming's smiling eyes concealed a coldness as cold as a snake: "It's not necessarily infatuation. My mother is the queen Liang Peiling. If he liked her, who else could he like?"
He is so handsome, everything he says is right.
"Master, everyone, get out." Aunt Chen sent the servants away and looked Jiang Yuming up and down with concern. Noticing the dirt on his sleeves, she asked, "What's going on this time? How could there be such an overnight grudge between father and son?"
"After all, my mother's life is at stake." Jiang Yuming said with a smile.
Mother Chen froze: "Neither you nor the master want that kind of accident."
"Let's not talk about it. Mom Chen, go to bed early. I'll sleep at home tonight. I want to eat the fried dough sticks you make tomorrow morning."
"Okay, okay, I'll go to bed now. I'll cook you some poached eggs tomorrow!"
Aunt Chen ran away hurriedly with a smile on her face. If Liang Peiling were still alive, she would probably be about the same age as her.
Jiang Yuming lowered his eyes, pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock, and the locked door opened. The walls and the whole room were covered with photos, including those of Li Chengchuan, Zhou Jing, Xu Ye...
The narrow room has no windows on all sides. Small light bulbs are arranged between photos, the light is dim, and the floor sweeping robot is working.
Jiang Yuming squatted down and poured the garbage in the machine into the trash can. It was scraps of paper, or to be more precise, shredded photos.
Several photos of Li Chengchuan were torn off by long fingers and placed on the table. Jiang Yuming opened the drawer, took out a scalpel, and put the sharp blade against Li Chengchuan's handsome face in the photo and made a cut.
Scratch it again, scratch it again, scratch it again, until the whole face is rotten, until the whole photo is torn into pieces.
Slender hands brushed away scraps of paper from the desk, and the floor-level vacuuming robot swallowed them up.
The blade touched a new photo, Jiang Yuming's eyes were as cold as poison, and there was no smile on his face.
"You made me lose a perfect wife, so become my perfect son."
Father Jiang, who was in his thirties, had a hard jawline as he spoke to the young man who was kneeling on the ground and crying in grief.
She just died of illness, so why should the Jiang family delete the former mistress?
The rose was trapped by the fence, and it looked at its own shadow, longing to grow in the land outside. However, when the rose finally escaped, it could not adapt to the outside world and fell into the mud.
Jiang's father was a male chauvinist and married Liang Peiling as a vase. Liang Peiling was depressed and finally escaped one day, but died of illness in the outside world.
For so many years, Jiang's father has always believed that if Jiang Yuming had escaped with Liang Peiling, with the support of the child, perhaps Liang Peiling could have survived.
Fang learned that children who lost their mothers were required to be perfect as compensation.
Another photo was cut into pieces. Jiang Yuming stood under rows of photos, his gaze as sticky as snake venom. The yellow light shone on those photos, those people that Jiang's father said were better than him.
Young children twisted under the whipping of the stems, smiling forever outside and venting their anger in the dark in the locked little room.
The child has changed, but Jiang's father has never changed. He never blames himself for Liang Peiling's death and is still a male chauvinist.
Those people that Jiang's father said were more worthy of Jiang Yuming, and those younger generations of the major families that Jiang's father ordered Jiang Yuming to maintain friendly relations with, were all men.
When Jiang Yuming and Li Chengchuan were entangled with the same woman, Jiang's father did not consider who the woman liked, but only regarded her as Li Chengchuan's property.
Jiang Yuming printed out a new photo and the blade cut across Liang Junhe's delicate face.
The only thing missing from this room was a photo of Leung Kwan Hyuk. There had been one before, but then Leung Kwan Hyuk turned from a genius into a fool and entered the entertainment industry, and Jiang's father no longer looked down on him.
Among the group of loving brothers, Li Chengchuan and Zhou Jing are the best in terms of feelings because they have similar personalities, while Jiang Yuming likes Liang Junhe the most because his father will not use Liang Junhe as an excuse to beat him.
Now he doesn't like Liang Junhe at all.
Liang Junhe arrogantly called Jiang Yuming to chase Xing Kui and serve as his control group.
Jiang Yuming slashed the face of Liang Junhe in the photo, which was praised by fans as a god-like face, with a knife.
The person Xing Kui chose at the beginning was Jiang Yuming. If he had agreed at first, what would Liang Junhe have to do with it?
The Jiang family was in darkness. Jiang's father, Jiang's relatives, and even Jiang Yuming himself, at that time, did not want to drag Xing Kui, who lived a serious life, into it unless Xing Kui was interested in him.
Later, Xing Kui and Zhou Jing broke up. Jiang Yuming tried to win Xing Kui's favor, but was rejected by her, so he didn't force it.
Why didn’t you insist at that time?
For a year, Jiang Yuming had not thought about the answer to this question, but Liang Junhe forced him to think about it.
It seems like he is scared.
Xing Kui was gentle and kind-hearted. During the days of her pursuit, Jiang Yuming was often stared at by her with hesitation. He was not sure whether it was a rejection or an agreement until she finally said the rejection.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
His world was dark and twisted, and he was afraid to see the look in Xing Kui's eyes when she saw his world.
Just like this, just maintain physical contact, just like this, just maintain the status quo.
The damn Liang Junhe insisted on destroying his peaceful life. He didn't care about one-on-one, and he could share Xing Kui with as many people as he wanted. The damn Liang Junhe insisted on having one-on-one with Xing Kui.
I really want to kill him.
The blade cut Liang Junhe's neck and carved deep into the table. The scratches on the table were new and old, long and short.
Long and short fried dough sticks were put into the pan for frying. Jiang Yuming watched with a smile in the kitchen. The morning was bright and clean, and the Jiang family servants were busy in the kitchen.
"Young Master, please don't stay here. Your clothes will get stained with oil." Aunt Chen was making breakfast and urged Jiang Yuming to go out quickly.
"It's okay, I'll see how to make fried dough sticks." I'll make them for Xing Kui tomorrow too. Frying them at home is healthier than outside.
The servants carried food and Jiang Yuming into the restaurant. Jiang's father, who had finished his morning exercises, had already sat in the main seat in the east of the table.
A phone call came in. Jiang Yuming lowered his eyes, glared coldly at his father who was sitting in the east, and answered the call in front of him: "Hello, Kuikui."
Jiang's father froze in his movement of picking up the cutlery. His son didn't even bother pretending anymore since their relationship had fallen out. He frowned and looked at Jiang Yuming. He had never seen his son smile at him like that during the Chinese New Year.
"stomachache?"
Jiang Yuming suddenly became serious.
Father Jiang's mouth twitched, and he covered his stomach: "Hey, I don't seem to be feeling well either... Did you hear me? I have a stomachache too, you..."
A hand belonging to Jiang Yuming was raised, signaling him not to speak.
Father Jiang’s eyes widened. Is Xing Kui his father, or is he his father?
Jiang Yuming ignored him. Xing Kui's voice on the phone was hoarse. "Well, it's probably because I ate too much at the restaurant last night and can't digest it. I feel a dull pain. Doctor Jiang, do you know what medicine I should take? I'll order takeout."
"Go buy some compound digestive enzymes," Jiang Yuming instructed carefully, "Don't eat anything meaty or spicy today..."
At Xing Kui's home, Xing Kui drank a mouthful of spicy soup, said "hmm" in agreement, hung up the phone, and supported his chin.
Jiang Yuming didn't come last night. I don't know if he was injured or whether he applied medicine. She said she had a stomachache. He will definitely come tonight.
At the Jiang family, as soon as the phone was put down, Jiang's father tapped the plate with his chopsticks: "I said I have a stomachache too, are you deaf?"
"You are old, so it's normal to have poor gastrointestinal function." Jiang Yuming picked up the chopsticks.
"You're the one who's old!" Jiang's father patted his chest angrily, "I'm very particular about health preservation, and my body only looks like I'm in my forties."
"Oh, over forty."
"Jiang Yuming!" Jiang's father threw down his chopsticks. The crisp sound of the chopsticks made everyone in the restaurant dare not breathe. "You are going to rebel just because I said Xing Kui is Li Chengchuan's."
Jiang Yuming was having breakfast. The old house was not closer to the hospital than his home, and he was in a hurry to go to work.
"Then let me tell you, I want you to chase Xing Kui?"
Jiang Yuming paused, raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang's father, who was full of anger, but the anger was not overflowing, but was suppressed.
Father Jiang sneered: "The Liang family's kid also likes her, you can't lose to him."
The room fell into complete silence. After three or ten seconds, Jiang Yuming laughed, "You still treat Xing Kui as an object."
He put down his chopsticks and stood up, glancing sideways at Jiang's father. The sunlight cast his tall shadow on Jiang's father's face. He sneered coldly, "Father, you're overthinking it. You've left so many scars on my back, who wouldn't be afraid?"
In the past year, Jiang Yuming had never slept with Xing Kuizhen, and he had never let her see his hideous back.
As night falls, the wardrobe opens in Jiang Yuming's home.
Xing Kui was not feeling well today, so Jiang Yuming had to go and see her. He planned to change his clothes before leaving, as his old clothes were stained with the smell of fried dough sticks that morning.
On the left side of the closet hung a red shirt with numerous holes on it.
He didn't want to be beaten by Jiang's father anymore. Jiang Yuming reached out and touched the small hole on his red shirt made by the rose thorns. He twisted the thread with his fingertips, his eyes full of sarcasm.
The thread ends, but can't connect to the hole.
Jiang Yuming paused, took off his shirt and looked at it carefully, his eyes filled with surprise. How could it be? It was missing a section...
Someone... cut it with scissors.
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