Qin Huan opened her thin lips slightly and looked at Jiang Jingchu in disbelief.
"Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
Jiang Jingchu laughed, knowing that she would not admit it easily.
I took out my phone and looked up the video I recorded last night.
"Do you want to listen to what you say?"
Qin Huan had sharp eyes and saw her own face on the screen with eyes closed and brows furrowed.
"What is this?"
Jiang Jingchu shook his phone.
"Your true feelings, do you want to hear it?"
As he clicked the play button, Jiang Jingchu's magnetic and seductive voice came from inside.
"Be good, call me husband again."
After hearing this, Qin Huan's face turned red all the way to her neck.
He jumped up and tried to grab the phone from Jiang Jingchu's hand.
"What a mess, Jiang Jingchu, are you sick?"
Jiang Jingchu calmly pressed the pause button, watching Qin Huan jump up and down trying to grab the phone from him.
"What are you afraid of? Don't you want to hear how you called me husband in such a lingering way last night?"
Qin Huan was anxious. She could still vividly remember the time when Jiang Jingchu had persuaded her to call him husband.
He grabbed Jiang Jingchu's arm and pulled it down.
"I don't want to hear it. You took advantage of me being unconscious and tricked me into shouting. It doesn't count."
Jiang Jingchu laughed.
"Then you also said that you couldn't forget me and didn't want to see me marry Ji Jingya. Did I lie to you about that?"
When Qin Huan heard this, she just happened to grab Jiang Jingchu's phone.
She didn't dare to click the play button on the video for a moment. She looked at Jiang Jingchu suspiciously, trying to distinguish the truth from falsehood in his words.
Jiang Jingchu's thin lips curled slightly,
"Why, you don't believe it? Then you can just click and listen."
Qin Huan felt a little guilty when she saw Jiang Jingchu's determined expression.
My thoughts raced for just two seconds before I long-pressed the video and decisively selected the delete key.
"Now that the video is gone, no matter what I said last night, it doesn't count as long as I don't admit it."
Qin Huan shook her phone proudly, thinking that everything would be safe. However, Jiang Jingchu stared at her for a long while, then let out a chuckle.
"Okay, I understand."
Qin Huan was puzzled.
"What do you understand?"
Jiang Jingchu suddenly hooked his arm around Qin Huan's waist, pulled her into his arms, and looked down at her condescendingly.
"Your reaction just now has clearly told me, Qin Huan, that you still have me in your heart."
Qin Huan felt a surge of anxiety, trapped in Jiang Jingchu's arms, unable to break free. Later, she came to her senses and reacted.
"Are you kidding me? There's nothing in that video on your phone!"
Jiang Jingchu's Adam's apple rolled, and ripples appeared in his dark eyes.
"If I don't deceive you, will you admit it?"
He gently lifted Qin Huan's chin, and his deep eyes locked onto her tightly, as if he wanted to involve her completely.
The voice is low and hoarse,
"Qin Huan, listen carefully, I have no plans to marry Ji Jingya for the time being."
"I mean, if you want to get back together with me, there's still a chance."
Upon hearing this, Qin Huan's brain buzzed and there was a brief blank.
Feeling a shadow pressing down, Jiang Jingchu gently kissed her lips.
The warm touch was like an electric current, spreading from Qin Huan's lips to every part of her body.
She passively accepted Jiang Jingchu's licking and nibbling, and repeatedly echoed in her ears what Jiang Jingchu had just said.
He said he didn't want to marry Ji Jingya, and he said they still had a chance to reconcile.
At this moment, Qin Huan had to admit that her heart was filled with the joy of rebirth.
But what comes after the joy?
Qin Huan suddenly remembered Yuan Mei's warning to her yesterday, and the desire burning in her eyes was instantly extinguished as if by a basin of cold water.
Suddenly, she pushed Jiang Jingchu away.
"You're overthinking it. Whether you marry Ji Jingya or not, I have no intention of getting back together with you."
…
Ueno.
Jiang Jingchu sat alone in the booth, leaning back on the sofa, drinking one glass at a time.
Han Xian hurried over and saw the situation.
"Hey, who has upset our Master Jiang again?"
As he spoke, he sat down next to Jiang Jingchu with a teasing tone.
"Let me guess, um... could it be a beautiful lady named Qin?"
Jiang Jingchu glanced at him coldly.
"If you're ten minutes late, today's order is yours."
Han Xian casually glanced at the wine bottles on the coffee table. They were all fine wines, each bottle costing at least six figures, and he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Brother Jing, no, I should call you Master Jing. Please understand me. The wedding is coming up soon, and I've been so busy these past few days. When you called me, I put aside all the important things. I was only a few minutes late, and you took advantage of me."
Han Xian thought that after such a long cry, Jiang Jingchu would have some conscience.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingchu's face suddenly became even more tense.
"Is getting married such a big deal? Who wouldn't get married in their lifetime?"
Han Xian chuckled.
"If they are all tied, there has to be a first and a last order, right? Could it be that you and Ji Jingya tied the knot before me?"
Jiang Jingchu drank a glass of wine by himself, and said as he put the glass down,
"Who said I was going to marry Ji Jingya?"
"If you don't marry Ji Jingya, you marry..."
Han Xian stopped talking midway.
"No, you don't want to be with Qin Huan..."
Jiang Jingchu uttered a "tsk" sound, his tone unable to conceal his loneliness.
"I think the key person has to be willing."
What did she say before leaving Qin Huan's house today?
"I admit that I did feel uncomfortable when I heard that you were going to marry Ji Jingya, but it's just like an expensive and out-of-season piece of clothing. You don't want to wear it, but you're reluctant to give it away."
"Did she really say that?"
Han Xian let out a "fuck" sound.
"In other words, Qin Huan is really awesome. She's probably the only one in North City who would dare compare you, Jiang Jingchu, to an out-of-season piece of clothing that you don't want to wear anymore."
Jiang Jingchu kicked him impatiently.
"I didn't ask you to come here to make sarcastic remarks."
"Go back and ask your wife about it and find out what Qin Huan is really thinking."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks, it's what you think that matters."
Han Xian made a "tsk" sound.
"He's a powerful figure in North City, but why is he so hesitant and timid when it comes to Qin Huan's affairs?"
"It's me. Since I'm sure I still love her, I'll take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get the marriage certificate right away!"
Jiang Jingchu was drinking when he heard the words. He paused and suddenly felt as if he had been enlightened.
"Of course, the premise is that Qin Huan still has feelings for you. Otherwise, even if you force her to get married, it will be useless. Sooner or later, you will have to divorce."
Jiang Jingchu seemed to be lost in thought and sipped the remaining wine.
"Last time you asked me if there was some hidden reason behind Qin Huan and I breaking up five years ago. I asked someone to investigate, and something didn't seem right."
When Han Xian heard this, he put away the cynicism on his face.
"What did you find out?"
Jiang Jingchu narrowed his eyes.
"All we found out is that her mother lost five million yuan gambling, and the loan sharks came to the house to collect the debt, which caused her grandmother to suffer a myocardial infarction and die."
"Five million!"
Han Xian was shocked after hearing this. He was quite familiar with Qin Huan's family background and knew that this amount of money was not a small sum for her family.
"No, then how did she resolve it in the end? With her personality, she probably wouldn't open her mouth to you, right?"
Jiang Jingchu put his hands on his temples and shook his head.
"It's because I couldn't find out how it was solved that I felt there was something fishy going on."
"What do you mean by can't find it?"
"There's no trace of the lender, the remittance records, or how the loan was repaid."
Han Xian fell into deep thought for a moment.
Even Jiang Jingchu couldn't find it, this is really interesting.
He stroked his chin and laughed.
"Five million, why does this number look so familiar?"
Suddenly he thought of something and slapped his head.
"Oh, right, in that ridiculous TV show Zhou Tiantian was watching a few days ago, the rich male protagonist's mother gave the poor female protagonist a check for five million just to get rid of her."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingchu glanced at Han Xian indifferently.
"My mom was still working on her career out of town at the time, and she probably didn't even know who Qin Huan was."
Han Xian chuckled,
"I just said it casually. Of course, I didn't mean it. Besides, your Jiang family can't afford five million to send a woman away."
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