Chapter 211
My name is Jiang Du.
Thirteen years has gone by far too quickly for me.
Because in my more than twenty years of life thirteen years ago, I was constantly adrift in a sea of suffering.
Suffocation at the age of one, more than a decade of hard study, and after graduating from university at the age of twenty-three, entering the He family and being blackmailed by her biological father...
Every day I feel like I'm dancing on a knife's edge, and if I'm not careful, I could drag my mother down with me into an abyss of no return.
That so-called father, from the domestic violence I experienced as a child to the verbal threats that followed, used every excuse to find fault with me.
To him, his "son" was merely a punching bag for venting his violent emotions and an endless ATM.
Thirteen years ago, my mother was my Achilles' heel.
Thirteen years later, the lady who swept away all the gloom in my life made me willingly bow down and become her devout believer.
——
Ever since that woman named Bei Banban appeared, I've had dreams that contradict reality in the dead of night.
Bei Banban was treated like a princess, favored by everyone in the He family, but in reality, she died at the hands of her own children who should have loved her the most.
The woman who was despised by everyone was, in reality, a renowned entrepreneur and philanthropist in China and even the world.
Sometimes I can't even tell myself apart from the dream until that dream vanishes from the entire earth, and only then do I emerge from the dream.
I asked my wife, and she just smiled and asked me, "What would you do if that were true?"
"If that's true, I will spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins."
“But nothing has happened yet,” the lady said, looking out the window at the swirling snow.
For a moment, I wasn't amazed by the lady's face, which was more beautiful than the falling snow; I just lowered my head and murmured the lady's words.
Can everyone be absolved of their crimes before anything has even happened?
No, it can't be washed off.
The lady seemed to see my stubbornness in being stuck in the alley. She sighed and said to me, "If you can't get out, then after I die, clean my grave and put flowers on it every day."
"After you die..."
I could feel that, in that instant, the blood flowing through my body seemed to stop flowing.
“Yes, after I die,” she continued, making no attempt to hide it.
She looked at Xue with cold, indifferent eyes.
But what those in high positions fear most is clearly the word "death".
"good."
I didn't dare ask any more questions. I was afraid that in that instant, the lady would suddenly become incredibly indifferent...
I'm afraid she'll always be this indifferent towards me.
But deep in my throat, a sore and astringent feeling began to rise, and my nose and eyes also started to sting.
——
I have seen several times a lady who has lost her gentleness and is completely indifferent.
One time, when the lady stepped on my hand to get onto the bed, her indifference was directed at me and the entire He family.
One instance was when the wife was drafting the divorce agreement; her indifference was directed only at He Cheng.
One instance was when she personally sent He Tinglan and He Tingyao to prison; indifference was directed at her two most beloved children.
After that, the lady's eyes and brows were always filled with smiles and gentleness.
My wife is happy, and so am I.
Even though my wife didn't take me on a round-the-world trip, I still couldn't help feeling joy even when I was buried in a sea of documents.
Because the place I was in was Duan Lingwu's Duan Group, and it was also the president's office that Madam had entrusted to me.
After a long time, I finally saw my wife return home!
I took off my business suit and put on my butler's suit.
As I buttoned my white shirt, I inexplicably recalled the day thirteen years ago when I begged my wife in the rain to turn around and look at me.
If I hadn't gone that day, hadn't waited for Madam before getting into the car, and hadn't handed the notebook to Madam upon entering the garden...
My fingertips are getting cold...
The ticking of the clock brought me back to my senses.
I haven't felt like this in a long time, but lately I've been feeling anxious and uncertain.
At the airport exit, I saw several foreign men with affectionate eyes following behind the lady.
"Madam," I said respectfully, bowing my head, concealing the bitterness in my heart well.
"Okay, let's go."
"And these gentlemen..."
“Those who travel together are on different paths; they won’t catch up.” The lady’s voice was very soft.
As expected, the foreign men stood restrainedly about five meters away from the car, and even after the car drove away, their eyes kept following the rear of the car.
The lady always manages to handle everything that could cause entanglement and trouble cleanly with such nonchalance.
"Would Madam like to go to the base?"
"Um."
I watched as the lady entered the base, where everyone treated her with utmost respect. I returned to my car, took off my gloves, and glanced at the scar on my palm.
Its presence always gives me a sense of security.
Everything here is real, and the lady is real too.
When the lady returned, her expression remained unchanged. After such a long time, I could roughly guess who was inside.
They were the two young masters and ladies who, despite being given lethal injection, still did not die.
Are they pitiful?
It's not pitiful. The bones under the rose bushes are piled high, and the lake where the lady was buried in the dream is so cold.
They are not pitiful.
When the car stopped, the lady, carrying her camera, went up the mountain alone.
I watched the lady's figure until she reached the foot of the mountain. Before she went up the mountain, I saw her plant a rose at the foot of the mountain.
I could vaguely guess that it was a token between the lady and that man.
Sure enough, not long after the lady left, the young man in the white shirt, who was also holding a camera, stared intently at the warm orange roses.
The moment he arrived, I could clearly feel the increase in the number of vehicles around me, and the tense thoughts of the plainclothes officers who looked like tourists.
Then I knew who he was.
— Night crying.
I sat in the car, looking at the scars on my palms, and in the end, I couldn't keep up with my wife's pace.
I cannot overstep this line, nor do I have the right to do so.
A hand wearing white gloves pressed against my forehead. In the enclosed car, I lowered my eyes and held back the stinging in my eyes.
Before the lady returned, I suppressed all my emotions and became her sole steward.
"Madam, shall we return to Jingyuan?" I asked.
"Um."
——
Six months later, my wife's condition became critical, and I followed her and saw many important people come to visit her.
The lady still wears a gentle smile every day and remains beautiful.
After Li Zhenzhen spilled her most precious medicinal food, I escorted Madam away from Jingyuan.
Behind her, Li Zhenzhen, tears streaming down her face, used her hands to pack the scalding hot medicinal food into a box.
"I'm so careless. Madam is very clean. After cleaning, I need to hurry back and make another bowl of medicinal food..." Li Zhenzhen muttered to herself.
"The lady said that she loves my medicinal cuisine the most..."
She muttered to herself, and finally, holding her scalded hand, she stood beside me and silently shed tears.
He had been muttering to himself earlier, but now he was completely silent.
The lady was buried in the cemetery.
The white chrysanthemums distracted me several times. If it weren't for Li Zhenzhen's tears that kept falling to the ground, I would have thought that Madam hadn't left.
Leaving the cemetery, I sat in the driver's seat and respectfully inquired:
"Madam, shall we return to Jingyuan?"
Not receiving a response, I turned around with a smile.
All I could see were empty seats.
"The lady..." is no longer here.
I've waited fifty years for that "hmm" since that day.
Until one afternoon, I looked in the mirror of my old luxury car and it touched the silver strands on my head.
In a daze, my eyes met those of the young man in the rain, wearing a white, semi-transparent shirt. He said:
"Wherever Madam is, Jiangdu will be there."
——
"Madam, shall we return to Jingyuan?"
This time, Jiangdu will come to pick you up.
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