Given her unassuming and cautious nature, the probability of her being involved in a serious car accident is very small. What other reasons might there be, or are there any hidden circumstances? We should take the opportunity to find out more.
From this perspective, it is indeed worth investigating the Xiang family's true attitude towards Xiang Jin.
Perhaps, Ah Jin's claim that it was all made up is actually true.
If the Xiang family really is like this, then what kind of life must Ah Jin have been living all these years? Isn't the companionship he specially arranged this time just adding to his troubles?
Thinking about this, Murong Xiao became increasingly agitated.
He only wants his woman to be well; if she is not well, he will make everyone else not well!
“Master Xiao…you must believe me and don’t blame your sister…” Xiang Qi was still crying, and Li Shuhui was gently comforting her beside her.
"Alright, I have no right to interfere in the Xiang family's affairs, and Miss Xiang doesn't need to tell me these things; I'm not interested. However—Miss Xiang, you should probably take off the necklace around your neck. It's a gift from an elder, and it's not appropriate to pass it on to someone else, don't you think?"
This was practically a slap in the face to Xiang Qi.
"No, no, I'll take it off, I'll take it off right away." The more smug she was just moments before, the more embarrassed she became. Xiang Qi hurriedly removed the necklace and put it back in the box, wanting to say another word to Murong Xiao, but he had already turned and left.
"Aqi, don't cry." Li Shuhui felt sorry for her and quickly wiped away her tears.
"It's all your fault for talking nonsense and embarrassing me! How can you be such an irresponsible mother? It's all your fault!" Xiang Qi pushed Li Shuhui and ran upstairs crying. Li Shuhui quickly followed her, and the two of them didn't come down until dinner time.
The dinner was eaten in unusual quiet.
Only Xiang Jin and Murong Xiao remained in the dining room, undisturbed by anyone, even Aunt Yang and the others had smiles on their faces.
After dinner, Xiang Jin went upstairs and found that the guest room's belongings had been moved back to the master bedroom.
When the servants were packing up, they also took her drawing board and tools. When she entered the master bedroom, Murong Xiao was staring at her drawing board in a daze.
"It's not finished yet, don't look." She packed up her easel and hid it in a corner of the terrace.
On the canvas is a painting she recently conceived, only half-finished. Starting with "Light," she has been planning to turn her paintings into a series. After her last conversation with Xu Jianshen, this idea has become even stronger. It's a long project, but she's not in a hurry; she has plenty of time.
"Put it inside. You can draw it whenever you want in the future," he said gently.
Xiang Jin was stunned for a moment and didn't move.
"how?"
Xiang Jin snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and carried the canvas and paints back into the house.
Was it her imagination? Why did Murong Xiao seem different from before? As the person in charge of Fengrong, he used to be someone who could not be refused and represented absolute authority. He rarely cared about or tolerated such trivial matters.
And now, he's actually making her move back to the master bedroom.
Just as she put the easel down, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her from behind.
"I don't think I've ever asked you what you like." Even though he knew design was her forte, he never asked her why she liked drawing.
Although Gu Feiyang was unreliable, he was right about some things. He didn't understand her enough or care about her enough. He thought he had her in his heart, but in reality, he was arrogant, domineering, and never truly understood her or considered her feelings from her perspective.
If we try a different approach to getting along, perhaps we'll find a different way out.
"I like to eat, I like to drink, and I also really like to look at handsome men," she joked.
He tapped me on the forehead: "Speak properly."
Xiang Jin pouted, looking a little aggrieved, but quickly recovered and continued to gather the tools and paints. When she turned around after finishing, she found Murong Xiao staring at her painting in a daze.
"Don't look." She didn't like people seeing her unfinished painting, as if her inner thoughts had been spied on, and she felt a little guilty and ashamed.
Can you draw people?
"certainly."
Murong Xiao nodded, not saying what he was going to say. He thought to himself that it would be very nice if she could paint one for him.
What would she look like in her writing?
A phone call came in, and with some urgent work to be done, Murong Xiao turned and went to his study. Xiang Jin watched his retreating figure in silence for a moment, then sat down at her easel and picked up her sketchbook.
She draws very quickly, especially since the outline and expression of this person have been etched in her mind thousands of times. All the lines seem to know the direction she intends to take, and she can quickly sketch out what is in her mind with almost no effort.
She looked at the painting, smiled, and turned to go to the bathroom to wash up.
When Murong Xiao returned after finishing his work, he looked up and saw the painting on the easel, and was stunned.
The sketching pen seemed to possess a soul, outlining a tall and handsome figure stroke by stroke. The man was speaking into the microphone, and his words were simple: "No."
It turns out she had already seen the Weibo post.
He smiled slightly, glanced towards the bathroom, and then carefully put the painting away, intending to give it to Feng Jingru tomorrow so that he could have it professionally framed.
He then loosened his tie and headed towards the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of soft breathing, mixed with the sound of running water, came from the bathroom, which was particularly captivating.
"No... I just arrived this morning... um..."
"who I am?"
“Jianian, you are Jianian… I was wrong, you are Murong Xiao, I was wrong…”
…………
In the morning, Xiang Jin was awakened by a series of urgent knocks and noises.
She rolled over, rubbed her eyes, and found the room empty. The impeccably dressed, refined scoundrel, Murong Xiao, was calmly buttoning his shirt, his broad chest visible beneath the half-open gray shirt. Following her gaze downwards…
Xiang Jin pretended to be serious and withdrew her gaze.
"What are you looking at?" Someone strode over with his two-meter-eight-meter-long legs, bent down and kissed the corner of her lips.
"N-nothing... I'll go open the door." She shook off the lewd images in her mind, pretended to be calm, and ran to the door, then froze.
Li Shuhui, Feng Jingru, Zhou Zhou... they were all at the door, it was quite a lively scene.
The house is indeed well soundproofed; otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just being woken up.
"Ah Jin, what are you doing here?" Li Shuhui was stunned. She never expected that Xiang Jin would be living in the master bedroom.
Weren't these two separated? When did she move back? Could it be that...? Realizing what was going on, Li Shuhui's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
"What happened?" Xiang Jin asked.
“Reporting to Madam, Miss Xiang has a high fever and is too sick to get out of bed. Madam Xiang wants to take her to the hospital, and I have arranged a driver, but she refuses to leave, saying she wants to tell the young master.” Feng Jingru put it very tactfully; Li Shuhui’s original words were much harsher.
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