When Feng Jianian got home, it was already past nine o'clock.
His expression turned cold almost instantly: "What's going on?"
She seemed somewhat lost, her eyes still slightly red from crying. She reached for chopsticks but instead picked up a bowl. She wanted to serve him shredded potatoes but instead picked up shredded carrots, which he disliked the most.
"Aqi, who bullied you?" He put down his chopsticks and asked coldly.
"I'm fine." She slowly gestured in sign language and smiled.
"Don't you feel that life is too hard?" No car, no house, no diamond ring, no wedding dress, just plain food every day, who wouldn't get tired of such a life?
"No." She buried her head in her food.
"Ah Qi, I don't like being lied to." Generally speaking, those who lie to him don't have a good ending.
"I'm telling the truth."
Helpless, Xiang Jin could only write down word by word: "Jianian, I am already very content to live with you like this. I dare not dream of anything else."
"I dare not even dream of it..." He smiled slightly, "If one day you become the wife of the richest man in China, what would you do?"
Xiang Jin was slightly taken aback.
The richest woman in China... isn't that Murong Xiao's wife?
"Aqi, are you happy?" He stared intently into her eyes, seemingly expectant, wanting to see her reaction.
Xiang Jin smiled, a gentle light suddenly spreading across her face: "That day will never come." She gestured.
"What if?"
"What if..." She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, the smile on her face gradually disappearing, and her expression becoming somewhat lonely, "If that day really comes, I will get a divorce."
"Why don't you like Murong Xiao?" he questioned.
Murong Xiao is the object of every woman's desire to pursue, a symbol of power and status, yet she disdains to be with him. Why?
Could it be because of the person she likes?
The man who likes to read financial magazines.
Xiang Jin was preoccupied and didn't want to continue the topic, so she casually replied, "Yeah, I don't like it."
After saying that, she tidied up the dishes and went to the kitchen, unaware of the gradually cooling aura behind her and the gaze that followed her.
After tidying up the kitchen, Xiang Jin went to wash up, then washed and hung up their dirty clothes, warmed Feng Jianian's feet, and then went back to bed.
But I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
"Is Aqi having trouble sleeping?" Feng Jianian asked.
"Sorry I woke you up." She wrote the note in a highlighter. He was always a light sleeper, and she was very careful when she turned over, but she still woke him up.
"You didn't disturb me; I was just thinking about something." He felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was blocking his way, but he didn't want to delve into the reason, because her words kept replaying in his mind.
"Okay, then think about it slowly." She closed her eyes, but all she could think about were Li Shuhui's words.
Tomorrow she's going to see Jiang Anqing. Ever since her true identity was exposed, Jiang Anqing has been sent to a mental hospital, and Xiang Jin hasn't seen her since. Now she's feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.
"Aqi, have I ever told you about my family?" Feng Jianian suddenly spoke up.
“No,” she wrote.
"Does Aqi want to hear it?"
I just need a mental break: "I want to hear it."
“My parents were farmers. My father loved to sing opera. They lived in the next room before he passed away.” His voice was very calm.
“When I was a child, I was often sick, and my parents used all their savings to buy me medicine. They were very, very good to me. When I was thirteen, a well-dressed couple came to my house and said I was their child.”
"Back then, I was trafficked to another place by human traffickers. Then I got sick, and the traffickers thought I was going to die, so they abandoned me in the roadside bushes. My current parents found me and raised me."
“I didn’t want to go back with them, but they begged my parents to make this public. My parents had no choice but to let them take me away.”
“The new house is beautiful, everything is the best. But I didn’t have a good time in that house. I often secretly ran back here, and they were very angry when they found out. They made things difficult for my parents behind my back.”
"And then?" Xiang Jin wrote.
"Later, they were driven to their deaths."
His adoptive parents, who raised him, were driven to their deaths by his biological parents.
"I still remember that night, it was thundering and raining, and they died right in front of me. No matter how I called them, I couldn't wake them up. Their blood formed a small lake and flowed all the way to the other side of the street."
Feng Jianian's tone was calm, but it caused Xiang Jin a pang of pain in her heart.
The pain of seeing a loved one die before one's eyes was something Xiang Jin couldn't even imagine.
Besides, he is so young, at an age when he doesn't understand anything, yet he has already witnessed the cruelty and indifference of people's hearts.
"What happened next? Did they contact you?"
“Of course.” He sneered. “They drove my parents to their deaths so that I would go back there and obediently become their son. How could I let them have their way?”
"So you didn't go back, is that right?" Xiang Jin wrote. If it were her, she wouldn't want to go back either.
Besides, if he had gone back, he probably wouldn't be here now.
Feng Jianian did not answer.
The truth is, he went back. He pretended to be the most obedient and sensible son, constantly gaining their affection and gradually becoming the head of the Murong family. When he had everything under control, he treated those two in the same way.
However, he didn't want to kill them; he wanted them to live, to live a life worse than death.
But these things are not suitable for her to know.
“Jianian, so we are the same kind of people.” She had said this before, but after hearing his words today, Xiang Jin agreed even more deeply, because deep down, they were the same.
They both cherish family ties, but were slapped in the face by reality.
They suffered the same misfortune, but they are still willing to live bravely.
"Aqi, you are the eldest daughter of the Xiang family. How could you and I be the same kind of people?" Feng Jianian seemed to laugh, his tone cool.
This was his initial intention in marrying her; he treated the marriage as a game, wanting to see how a wealthy heiress would behave when married to the impoverished Feng Jianian. Although things haven't gone according to the set rules, it's been quite interesting so far.
Hearing his words, Xiang Jin paused for a moment: "My parents don't like me much, and I'm not much better off than you."
In some ways, she was even worse off. At least Jia Nian had the love of her adoptive parents, but what did she have?
"Why?" he asked.
"I guess I'm just naturally unlikable."
“Who said that? Aqi is very likable.” He immediately said, “From now on, I will be nice to Aqi.”
"I will protect you and take care of you."
Under the covers, his cold hand grasped hers, and soft whispers rang in her ears.
Xiang Jin's heart fluttered, and her nose tingled with emotion. This was the first time someone had said such things to her, expressing their willingness to protect and care for her. It felt wonderful.
"Okay." She wrote it heavily, like a vow.
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