Feng Jianian hadn't returned yet, but she was starting to feel sleepy.
"I'll take a shower first," she said, packing her clothes and heading to the bathroom.
Fortunately, there was a water heater here, so she took a nice, comfortable shower and went to bed.
The quilt was soft and fragrant, much better than she had expected, but she was still in a daze and couldn't believe that she was getting married like this.
There was no wedding, no ceremony, no banquet.
They didn't even see the groom.
In the whole world, she's probably the only one who could have a marriage like this.
She thought of Murong Xiao again; wasn't he the man she met a few days ago? But she was already married, and her youthful love had become an unattainable dream; she feared she would never have the chance in this lifetime.
She sighed twice in confusion, laughed self-deprecatingly, and fell into a deep sleep amidst endless exhaustion.
Right now.
Inside the Rolls-Royce outside the bungalow, Murong Xiao smoked a cigarette while quietly observing the activity inside.
At first, the woman simply toured the "home" quietly, without making a fuss or showing any dissatisfaction. Soon after, she changed out of her wedding dress, made herself some food, and then the bedroom light went out.
"Young Master, Madam has gone to sleep?" Su Ming asked incredulously.
This is her wedding night! And she's marrying a penniless, short-lived man. This young lady from the Xiang family isn't discouraged or resentful; she just calmly accepts it?
They're not even waiting for the groom?
Su Ming stole a glance at the BOSS's expression.
Murong Xiao chuckled, tapping his right hand lightly with a hint of interest: "She didn't make a fuss when you took her in?"
"No, I'm very calm."
"Oh?" The lack of rejection or deep-seated disgust that I had expected was quite surprising.
“But Madam can’t speak,” Su Ming said.
"Dumb?"
"yes."
"Heh...wouldn't that be even better for a poor wretch like me?" His smile was somewhat cold, but his slightly upturned eyes exuded a suffocating aura.
"Let's go, back to the city." He stubbed out his cigarette and rolled up the car window.
"Young Master, aren't you going in?" Su Ming was even more surprised. This was their wedding night, what were these two doing!
"I want to see how long she can stay calm before she drives."
"Okay." Su Ming quickly started the car and slowly drove towards the city.
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Xiang Jin thought she would have insomnia, but to her surprise, she slept exceptionally well last night. When she woke up, it was already 10 a.m. the next day.
The house was empty; there was no one there except her. It seemed that Feng Jianian had not returned.
As for her nominal husband, Xiang Jin only knew that he had threatened the Xiang family to obtain this marriage. As for what he looked like, what his character was like, and what his job was, she knew nothing about him.
However, he didn't come back on such an important day yesterday, so it seems he doesn't value this marriage that much, which made Xiang Jin feel inexplicably better.
If she doesn't care, then she'll be even freer.
Xiang Jin's stomach started rumbling again. She changed her clothes and went to the kitchen, only to find that the noodles she had left over from last night were still there.
She heated up the noodles, filled her stomach, and then took a walk around the area. This place was called Fengjia Village, about an hour's drive from Huadu City and a forty-minute drive from the nearest town. There were a few neighboring houses nearby, but they all seemed to be out, and she didn't see anyone.
If no one's chatting, then find something to do.
She packed up the things she had brought from the Xiang family.
Fearing exposure, Li Shuhui gave Xiang Qi's clothes and cosmetics to her. The two looked alike, and with makeup, they were almost indistinguishable. In addition, Xiang Qi rarely appeared in the media, so the impoverished Feng Jianian couldn't tell them apart at all.
However, Feng Jianian did not go home. She had no need to change her clothes, so she put these things away and locked them up.
Xiang Jin began to pack her clothes.
She didn't have many clothes; they were all bought by herself during her previous part-time jobs. As the adopted daughter of the Xiang family, she was extremely considerate and sensible.
Suddenly, she felt something hard in her pocket.
A platinum ring, a very old-fashioned design.
She didn't know where it came from; she had it before she went to jail, and she had always carried it with her and never lost it.
She put the ring away and cleaned the house inside and out. She found an old cell phone in a bedroom drawer, the kind that elderly people use, but it could still be turned on.
Her phone was broken before she went to jail, and she doesn't have the money to buy a new one, so she might as well make do with this one and get a replacement SIM card.
She still remembered the original number.
Without hesitation, Xiang Jin rode the old bicycle by the door and followed the signs to the city center.
There happened to be a service center at the intersection, and it wasn't crowded. She parked her car next to a tree that wasn't blocking the way and went inside to get a number.
Just then, a Maybach drove past the sales office and suddenly stopped.
"Young Master, isn't that the bicycle from Fengjia Village? Is that the one Madam rode?" Su Ming, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted the bicycle in the corner, the one Murong Xiao rode when he was in school.
Murong Xiao slightly raised his eyes.
"What's she doing out here?" He frowned, seemingly displeased.
"I don't know, should I ask?" Su Ming took out his phone to send a text message.
"No need, let me take a look first." The man leaned back slightly, adopting a lazy, superior posture.
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Xiang Jin only had to wait a few minutes before it was her turn.
The salesperson was a well-behaved girl, probably a recent high school graduate. She tried very hard to understand Xiang Jin's gestures, but couldn't, so she handed him paper and pen.
"Hey, who's so inconsiderate as to leave their bicycle here?" A few shouts came from the doorway, and a crowd gradually gathered.
Xiang Jin came out and saw the woman in the white dress kicking the bicycle several times. She quickly went over, picked up the bicycle, and found that the chain was broken and it was unusable.
She looked at the woman with some anger.
The woman, with her hands clasped in a condescending manner, said, "Oh, so this scrap metal is yours? You parked it haphazardly and tore my skirt. This is a brand-name item; I spent 3,000 yuan on it!"
She held out her hand to Xiang Jin: "You pay me back."
3000?
Xiang Jin's expression changed slightly. Even if she were sold now, she wouldn't have that much money.
She made a few hand gestures, and the woman in the white dress glanced at her dazedly, then suddenly realized: "Oh, so she's mute."
Xiang Jin clenched her hands tightly.
"I don't understand sign language at all," the woman said haughtily.
Xiang Jin ran into the store and got paper and pen from the salesperson: "Miss, your dress is only a little dirty. Why don't you give it to me and I'll wash it clean? I'm sorry."
The woman in the white dress sized Xiang Jin up and down, then sneered, "Judging by your appearance, you probably haven't worn any nice clothes before. Let me tell you, nice clothes can't be washed. Today you either pay up or pay for the clothes, or don't think you'll let this go!"
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