Qin Huan didn't expect Jiang Jingchu to come over, and a hint of surprise flashed across her face.
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Jingchu's face was cold. He grabbed Qin Huan's hand and walked towards the car.
"Didn't you say half an hour? It's already exceeded that."
Wen Li frowned behind him, took a few steps forward and stopped Jiang Jingchu.
"Mr. Jiang, where are you taking Qin Huan?"
Jiang Jingchu walked around him without even looking at him.
"None of your business."
"What do you mean it's none of my business? I..."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Jingchu's eyes were filled with hostility, and a few sharp cold rays flashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to shoot through the other person.
"Before I lose my temper, I advise you to get out of here!"
Although Wen Li has a gentle personality, it doesn't mean he doesn't have a temper.
Seeing the two of them on the verge of a fight, Qin Huan sighed.
"Wen Li, it's okay. You can go first. I'll contact you later."
Wen Li was stunned for a moment, then he calmed down and fixed his gaze on Qin Huan's face for a few seconds. Then, he slowly loosened his clenched fists and slightly turned his body to the side.
Jiang Jingchu sneered and pulled Qin Huan away without looking around.
Watching their backs gradually disappearing into the distance, Wen Li's gaze grew deep.
After five years, Jiang Jingchu is still as unrestrained as he was back then, but just as Qin Huan said, his aura is obviously sharper and more stable.
…
Qin Huan walked to the car before breaking free from Jiang Jingchu, rubbing her wrist that was hurt by the grip.
"What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Jingchu opened the passenger door and pushed Qin Huan directly in. He bent over and pressed his head against the car window to look at her, with anger flashing in his eyes, and he did not hide his jealousy at all.
"Yes, I'm crazy, so you'd better not let me see you with him again, otherwise, I can hardly guarantee that I won't go even crazier!"
Qin Huan didn't know how to react for a moment, so she sighed.
"Jiang Jingchu, he and I have already separated."
"Even if we separate, it won't work!"
Jiang Jingchu was unreasonable. He walked around the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Qin Huan was sitting in the car and felt a strong push on her back. When she reacted, the car had already been ejected.
The buildings outside the car window rushed past, and she held on to her seat belt tightly, her heart in her throat.
"Jiang Jingchu, drive slower."
Jiang Jingchu turned a deaf ear to him, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his profile stern.
"I can't slow down any further. If I slow down any further, I'm afraid I'll lose control and turn around to beat him up!"
Qin Huan had no choice but to hold on to her seat belt tighter.
After a lot of effort, the car finally arrived at Jinghe Bay. Qin Huan breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that her palms were wet with cold sweat.
Jiang Jingchu was still holding the steering wheel, his jawline was tense, and the fierceness in his eyes had not yet dissipated.
Qin Huan unbuckled her seat belt and tried to keep her voice steady.
"Are there any vegetables at home? If not, I'll go to the nearby supermarket to buy some."
As soon as she opened the car door, Jiang Jingchu reached out and held her, with a hint of scarlet at the corners of his eyes.
"Qin Huan, can we get back together?"
The voice was low, and seemed to be mixed with prayers.
The pain in Qin Huan's heart suddenly spread throughout her body, and breathing became extremely difficult. After a long time, she lowered her brows and shook her head.
"Jiang Jingchu, you are not sober now."
"I'm clear-headed and I know what I'm talking about."
"Do you still remember that you are engaged?"
"I told you I won't marry her!"
Qin Huan laughed.
"You have no say in this matter."
Jiang Jingchu sneered as if he had heard a joke.
"My marriage, I don't have the final say?"
Qin Huan didn't want to get entangled with him anymore.
"Jiang Jingchu, have you ever thought that the reason you want to get back together with me might not be because you still have feelings for me.
It's that you're stuck in the past and are reluctant to move on. That's an obsession, and you should move on."
After Qin Huan finished speaking, Jiang Jingchu was stunned for a long time.
He looked at Qin Huan's face, and a hint of disappointment suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Qin Huan, you think you understand me, but in fact, you have never understood me at all."
…
Once again, the topic came to an end.
Jiang Jingchu looked a little depressed, leaning back on the sofa without moving.
All he could think of was the image of Qin Huan and Wen Li together, which reminded him of the scene in the hotel five years ago.
He admitted that at that moment, he was almost overwhelmed by jealousy and hatred, but he did not admit that he wanted to reconcile with Qin Huan because he wanted revenge.
He loves Qin Huan just as much as he did five years ago.
He didn't know that Qin Huan, who was standing alone in the kitchen at this moment, listening to the gurgling sound of the soup in the casserole, showed the same sadness and panic in her eyes as he did.
Qin Huan is really tired of saying no these days.
She didn't know how many more harsh words she had to say to completely stop Jiang Jingchu from thinking about her.
She just felt that if she continued to talk like this, she would not be able to bear it anymore.
She didn't know how long it had been, so long that her legs were numb from standing, when she heard Jiang Jingchu's low and hoarse voice from behind.
"Not ready yet? I'm hungry."
Qin Huan's hand, which was resting on the sink, trembled slightly. She turned around and saw that Jiang Jingchu's complexion had returned to normal, except for a layer of fatigue that was so thick that it could not be dispelled in his eyes.
"immediately."
Qin Huan said,
"Why don't you go take a shower first, and then you can go straight to bed after you finish eating."
Jiang Jingchu leaned lazily against the door frame and shook his head.
"If I go to bed too early, I'll wake up in the middle of the night, which is even more tiring."
Qin Huan was slightly surprised.
"Do you often suffer from insomnia?"
Jiang Jingchu said "hmm" and laughed at himself.
"That's why I don't like the night very much. The feeling of waiting for the dawn alone with my eyes open is really unpleasant."
A hint of worry flashed in Qin Huan's eyes.
"Have you tried seeing a doctor?"
Jiang Jingchu took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he thought of something, put it back, and held it in his mouth to play with it.
"I've seen it, but it's useless."
Qin Huan sighed. She herself was often troubled by insomnia and knew that relying solely on medication would only have a suppressive effect.
I glanced at the cigarette he was holding.
"So, because of insomnia, you became addicted to smoking again?"
Jiang Jingchu raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Huan.
"no."
no?
Qin Huan was stunned for a second, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.
Thinking back to when she was diagnosed with chronic bronchitis, Jiang Jingchu inexplicably quit smoking, and even ordered Han Xian and his group not to smoke in any situation where they were present.
Han Xian and the others didn't understand what was going on and were shouting in protest. Jiang Jingchu hugged Qin Huan in a gangster-like manner and spoke shamelessly.
"I can't bear to smoke my wife myself, how can it be your turn?"
That was the first time Jiang Jingchu called her wife in public.
Qin Huan still remembers the throbbing in her heart at that moment. Their group of second-generation rich people have many girlfriends, but being able to be openly called "wife" by them naturally has a different meaning.
Qin Huan felt very upset when she thought of this.
"Jiang Jingchu, my chronic bronchitis is better than before."
Jiang Jingchu paused while biting his cigarette holder.
"Oh, that's good."
"But you'd better smoke less, it's not good for your health. Also, try not to drink alcohol, your stomach..."
Before Qin Huan finished speaking, Jiang Jingchu lowered his eyebrows and smiled.
"Qin Huan, these are matters that my wife should be in charge of. Who are you to tell me this?"
Qin Huan was blocked by Jiang Jingchu's words and couldn't respond for a long time.
Jiang Jingchu watched her face change like a kaleidoscope, red and white, and his heart ached. In the end, he couldn't bear to hurt her.
"Okay, I got it."
…
The two of them sat at the dining table, each holding a bowl of soup.
Qin Huan drank two sips and put it down. Jiang Jingchu, on the other hand, didn't really mind her cooking skills. He prepared the food slowly and methodically, savoring it bite by bite. If you didn't know better, you would think it was some kind of divine delicacy.
When we were halfway through the meal, there was a sudden rumble of thunder outside, followed by a heavy rain.
Qin Huan checked the weather forecast, which showed an orange warning for heavy rain.
She felt a little annoyed. If she had known that she had made soup for Jiang Jingchu, she should have taken a taxi. She might have already arrived home by now.
Jiang Jingchu saw her anxiety and slowly served himself another bowl of soup.
"If not, just stay here for one night. It's not like we don't have extra rooms."
Qin Huan pursed her lips.
"Let's wait and see. I'll go back when the rain stops."
As he was speaking, Wen Li called.
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