Chapter 189
She originally planned to wait until Bei Banban returned thirteen years later before leaving.
But now that I've seen through He Cheng's true nature, there's no need to waste time like this.
The less attention he was given by his neighbors, the more eager he became to please them.
He Cheng was stunned for a moment, "Ling Wu, don't joke around. I haven't had any contact with any woman in the past two months. I've been either at the company or coming to see you every day."
"Besides, aren't you reluctant to part with Tingyao and Tinglan? They wait for you to come home every day. Let's not argue anymore, okay?"
For the past two months, he could only catch a glimpse of Ling Wu from afar. Wherever Jiang Zhi was, he couldn't get any closer to Ling Wu.
If he hadn't brought his two children with him today, he wouldn't even have been able to step into this building.
Lingwu simply looked at him and gently shook her head.
“Mr. He, some people wait bitterly for their lovers to turn back, some turn their backs halfway through, and some become disgusted with their lovers after the bitterness is over.”
"So... you're the third type?" He Cheng's voice was hoarse.
Ling Wu shook her head. "There's another kind, where there's no feeling from beginning to end, and it's just forcing yourself. But once you lose that incorrect sense of compulsion, the so-called lover is just a stranger."
Her tone was calm and her voice gentle, but it is often this calmness that touches people's hearts the most.
When Ling Wu said she wanted a divorce, Jiang Zhi's face showed barely suppressed excitement.
But after Lingwu finished speaking, her excitement subsided considerably, leaving behind more heartache than anything else.
After returning home from the banquet that night, he learned about Ling Wu's experiences from childhood to adulthood.
Her mother was weak, her father had an affair, and after her only loving grandfather passed away, she changed her dream to fulfill his last wish.
Originally, it was said that he would lead the Duan family to great heights, but at least it would move steadily forward. However, his father "sold" it to He Cheng.
These things cannot be summed up in just a few words, but even just five years can be overwhelming, let alone her personal experience.
Two small figures emerged from the inner room, one with a cold expression.
One of them, filled with fear, ran forward and hugged Lingwu's leg tightly.
He Tingyao was filled with panic, and the tears in her eyes flowed out with a calculated intent, which was unusual.
She didn't speak, only cried silently, but this is what touches a mother's heart the most.
Ling Wu bent down and wiped away the tears in He Tingyao's eyes. "Do you remember what I told you that day in bed?"
He Tingyao shook her head; her mind was completely blank, filled only with—
Her mother, who used to love her the most, has truly abandoned her!
"My mother said at the time that she was not happy at all."
He Tingyao tried hard to stop her tears, "So Mommy doesn't not love Yaoyao, right? Yaoyao will still be able to see Mommy in the future, right?"
Lingwu wiped away the tears on her face. "Yaoyao can come to see her mother anytime." Her eyes were gentle, as if they could soften everything.
He Tingyao's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She threw herself into Ling Wu's arms and hugged her waist tightly.
As long as I can still see my mother, that's enough.
But……
Her mother never said she loved her.
He Cheng lowered his head. He had a thousand words to say and a thousand ways to get Ling Wu back when he came, but at this moment, he just couldn't say them.
"If we get divorced, can I pursue you again?" He Cheng asked in a hoarse voice.
"This is Mr. He's freedom."
——
"I'm going to visit Mommy tomorrow!" He Tingyao said, playing Huarong Road in the He family's toy room.
Traces of her crying at Ling Wu's place still lingered at the corners of her eyes.
Seeing He Tinglan walk in and close the door, she put down the Huarong Road puzzle in her hand, losing her previous naivety.
"Why didn't you say anything just now? What if Mom doesn't let us call her Mom anymore?"
"Isn't that even better?" He Tinglan turned on the tap to wash the flower juice off her hands.
Seeing this, He Tingyao pursed her lips and asked, "You went again?"
"If your wings are broken, you won't fly out and talk nonsense." He Tinglan rinsed the foam off her hands.
"Don't go too far with Aunt Song, lest we don't know when that woman comes back."
He Tinglan didn't say anything, but took out the tablet and started clicking on it.
"By the way, what did you just say was better?" He Tingyao put down Hua Rong and asked.
"It's good that she divorced He Cheng."
"Why are you calling me He Cheng? And what's so good about it? You still can't see your mother every day, can you?"
He Tinglan didn't explain why she didn't call He Cheng "Dad," but instead asked:
"Wouldn't it be better if it weren't for Mom?"
Feeling bewildered, He Tingyao frowned and moved away from him while holding Hua Rongdao.
Only after solving the Huarong Road puzzle did she ask with satisfaction, "Where are your classmates who came to visit?"
"They've already left."
He Tinglan replied calmly, as she was replying to messages on her tablet:
[Made into flower fertilizer.]
【Yes, just follow my instructions carefully and make sure you don't make any mistakes. I'll erase all traces for you.】
[Um. ]
[Thirteen years from now, I will give you an internationally renowned coming-of-age ceremony.]
After the other person finished speaking, the entire interface disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.
He Tinglan put down her tablet, stood up, and looked out the window at the magnificent pure white roses.
"Grow up quickly," he murmured.
Time flies, and thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.
As Ling Wu stepped out of the company, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
"Plop—" Raindrops hit the blue brick ground and splashed into tiny water droplets.
The black umbrella was held up by a pair of hands wearing white gloves, shielding Lingwu from the rain.
The man remained silent throughout, simply following behind Ling Wu on the left.
"Jiangdu," Lingwu called softly.
The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked up and saw that the woman in front of him was no different from what she had been thirteen years ago.
She remains stunningly beautiful, attracting countless people whose gazes are fixed on her with intense longing.
“Madam, please speak,” he replied devoutly.
Over the years, he still hasn't changed how he addresses Lingwu.
All because of a selfish desire that I dare not speak of.
Fortunately, the lady never minded; or perhaps, the lady never cared.
"Yaoyao and Lanlan's birthdays are coming soon." Lingwu walked towards the car.
“Yes, Madam. I’ve already made arrangements with the resort. You are welcome to visit anytime you have the time,” Jiang Du said with a smile.
Lingwu nodded. "Let's do it now."
Jiang Du held an umbrella and used his other hand to help Ling Wu into the car.
As soon as Ling Wu got into the car, she was not surprised to see the man already sitting inside.
"The Jiang family is still too idle. It seems we need to give your company a few more projects." Ling Wu's smile was gentle and warm.
Jiang Zhi, now in his thirties, has matured considerably. He chuckled, his originally flamboyant demeanor softening when he met Ling Wu.
"Please don't, Mr. Duan, please spare me. I only managed to sneak away here after finishing my work."
He concealed the sadness in his eyes, and when he raised his head, he was once again the CEO of the Jiang Group, but his words carried a hint of caution:
"It seems that Bei Banban is coming back."
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