Chapter 92 Healing "I will raise Yingying again."
Cen Guangsheng was clutching his wrist in pain, grimacing and gasping for air when two black-clad bodyguards came over, clamped him on the left and right, and twisted his arms behind his back.
He looked at Jiang Zongye tremblingly.
Over the years, he had met countless government leaders and business owners, but none of them was like the man in front of him. From his figure and appearance to his demeanor, it was clear that he came from a higher class.
However, Jiang Zong didn't even bother to glance at him. He just hugged Qiao Ruoying and said in a low and gentle voice:
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
The girl in his arms was as frightened as a deer. Qiao Ruoying bit her lip and shook her head. There was a layer of red around her eyes, but her heart was extremely calm.
Jiang Zong has also come, so she doesn't have to be afraid of anything anymore.
Cen Guangsheng was taken away by Jiang Zongye's bodyguards, but the bamboo and wooden fruit basket he was carrying fell to the ground. The red apples fell into the snow one by one, with their skins broken and their flesh rotten, emitting the unique fragrance of the fruit in the cold air.
A few apples rolled to Qiao Ruoying's feet.
She looked down at them and couldn't help wondering, what if this basket of apples was given away when she was six years old?
What if when she was six years old, under the sycamore tree in the compound, Cen Guangsheng handed her a red apple?
What if he once carried her and Xiaoqi onto the swing?
Even just once?
These thoughts popped up in her mind uncontrollably, and Qiao Ruoying felt sad and shocked.
She was shocked that she still felt resentful about the lack of her father's love.
"Was that your...biological father?" Jiang Zong also considered it and chose this word.
"Hmm..." Qiao Ruoying nodded, her head still nestled in Jiang Zongye's arms, her hair sticking to the cashmere fabric of his Bamarkan coat. Suddenly, tears burst out uncontrollably, wetting an area on his chest.
"Why, why, he treats my mom, me and my sister so badly, but he treats his son so well. I really hate him. I don't want to see him at all...
Qiao Ruoying choked and spoke, her body twitching uncontrollably.
"...He could have been a good father, but he wasn't. I really want to ride on the swing he built, but I've never ridden on it once."
She still fantasized about going back to when she was six years old and being carried on the swing by her father.
I still fantasize that when my mother works overtime and my sister is sick, my father will open the door and rush in, rushing her to the hospital.
"I hate him, but I hate myself even more for thinking this way. I hate myself for still harboring illusions about fatherly love, even though he's clearly not worth it, not worth it at all..."
Every word was filled with grievances, and the faint sobs forced out of his throat. The girl in his arms was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, as if an invisible big hand stretched out from the air and suddenly grabbed Jiang Zongye's heart.
Kneading and squeezing until his heart ached and he suffocated.
He placed his palm on her forehead, stroking her long hair constantly, and pressed her tighter in his arms, wishing he could press her into her bones and blood, as if this would prevent her from suffering any harm.
So, how did his little Ying grow up without a father?
She is so optimistic and cheerful, but she also has an unsolvable knot in her heart.
He felt so sorry for her that he held her face gently in his palms and moved his thumb upwards to touch her tears, which were warm and cool. This coolness seemed to seep into his heart as well.
"Xiaoying, don't blame yourself. You don't have any illusions about him. You just want to know what fatherly love feels like." Jiang Zong also comforted her.
"It's normal, everyone wants to be loved."
"We have a swing at home too. Yingying wants to swing on it. Let's go swing on it when we get back to Luocheng, okay?"
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head lightly, his tone as gentle as if he was coaxing a child.
Swing, swing. Qiao Ruoying was suddenly frozen in place as if under a spell.
Yes, she already had a swing. In the Tuscan villa deep in the Green Park, Jiang Zongye had carefully prepared a home for them. There was a dense parasol-like parasol-like sycamore tree, and he had already set up a swing for her under the parasol tree.
It turns out that he had already been satisfying and responding to those unsatisfied and unrequited loves. The huge hole in her heart was filled up little by little by him.
"Okay." She sniffed, spread her arms, circled them around his thin waist, and interlocked her fingers.
In this way, she could hug Jiang Zong even tighter, so tight that the two of them were inseparable.
She had just been overcome with grief and sorrow, and after she had slowly calmed down, she felt a dull pain in her solar plexus.
"...I'll raise Yingying again, ok?"
Jiang Zong also pinched her ears. Her earlobes were frozen cold, and he rubbed them slowly with his fingertips to warm them up. He would treat her like a little girl and take good care of her.
"Okay." She nestled in his arms, her voice muffled but with a hint of relief.
Jiang Zongye made her feel relieved about her father's love.
She no longer wants what she can't get.
Because Jiang Zong had already given her more and better things.
...
From a distance, Ms. Jolie saw this scene and her eyes widened in shock.
Her daughter was hugging a man affectionately at the door of the apartment building?
A light snow fell, the sky darkened, and the carved street lamps stretched their shadows very long, leaning against each other. At their feet, there were broken apples.
What's going on?
Gossip is most likely to spread in small places. Is Xiaoying planning to go all out to "protest" against her?
Seeing this scene, Qiao Li's heart sank and she felt very distressed.
At this time, Qiao Ruoying rubbed her sore eyes and caught a glimpse of two familiar figures out of the corner of her eye. It was her mother and Xiaoqi. She was shocked.
She reflexively let go of his hand, jumped out of Jiang Zongye's arms, and stood a few steps away from him.
Jiang Zongye also reacted quickly and thought that these two people were Xiaoying's mother and sister.
Compared to Qiao Ruoying's panic, he was very calm and composed. He slowly straightened his sleeves and leisurely accepted their gazes.
There was a clang, and the sound of a screen being pulled up could be heard from upstairs. When Cen Guangsheng was still there, many of the neighbors had already stuck their heads out to watch the excitement.
Seeing her sister's red and swollen eyes, Qiao Ruoqi quickly stepped forward and grabbed her sister's hand, glaring at the tall and handsome man in front of her and scolding him:
"Why, are you here to bully my sister?"
"No..." Qiao Ruoying quickly explained and squeezed her sister's hand.
Because she had just cried, the girl's voice was hoarse and soft, like a handful of fine sand thrown into gauze.
She looked at her mother's slightly frozen face and thought, this is bad, this is a big deal.
How could I have forgotten that this was right downstairs in the apartment building, on the road my mother had to pass by when she got home from get off work, and I was hugging Jiang Zongye so tightly?
"Just now... Cen Guangsheng came." Qiao Ruoying said the second half of the sentence.
When she heard her ex-husband's name, Ms. Qiao Li's face changed slightly, and her originally frozen expression finally showed a crack.
Qiao Li's eyes swept over the overturned fruit basket and broken apples on the ground, and her voice exuded a hint of chill, like a lioness who heard her cubs were threatened and slowly opened her mane and bared her teeth.
"What is he doing here and where is he now?"
Qiao Ruoying cut to the chase: "He wanted me to help his son get a job, but I refused. He wouldn't give up, and then... then Jiang Zong came over and drove him away."
Finally, she could mention Jiang Zongye here.
She wanted to say a few more good words for him, but she felt it was too deliberate; she secretly regretted that the first time her mother met Jiang Zongye, she saw them hugging each other. Would this greatly reduce Jiang Zongye's points?
The conversation was passed to Jiang Zongye, who said loudly, "Auntie, good evening."
Jolie nodded stiffly, "Hello."
At the moment, examining the son-in-law is the second priority, and confirming whether the ex-husband has caused harm to the daughter is the first priority.
She looked up at the surveillance camera hanging on the telephone pole and said to her two daughters in a tense voice:
"I'll go to the guard room and check the surveillance."
Qiao Ruoqi took her mother's arm and went with her;
Qiao Ruoying originally wanted to follow, but thinking of Jiang Zongye, she stayed where she was, and the two of them stood at the door of the apartment building.
Qiao Ruoying rubbed her hands and said anxiously, "My mother didn't mean to invite you in just now. Maybe she's still very unhappy? It's all my fault. I cried so hard that I forgot everything and didn't even remember that she would see us."
Compared to her uneasiness, Jiang Zongye was much calmer and reached out to stroke her furry hair.
"Don't worry, wait until your mother finishes watching the surveillance."
Jiang Zong also knew thousands of people, so how could he not see that this future mother-in-law in front of him was a mother who loved her daughter deeply? As a mother, her request was also simple: to make Yingying live a good life.
He believed that he could impress her with his sincerity and prove it to her.
Jiang Zong also held Qiao Ruoying with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, made a call and gave some instructions.
In the monitoring room, the security guard switched the surveillance to the designated camera and gave the small screen to Qiao Li and her daughter.
Qiao Li and Qiao Ruoqi huddled around the small screen, glued to it. On it, Cen Guangsheng's figure flashed, a dark figure beneath a utility pole. He was old and fat, but his hair was still dark. He pulled the cigarette butt out of his mouth, casually tossed it to the ground, and crushed it with his foot. It looked eerie.
The door to the apartment opened, and Qiao Ruoying came out. Her face was pale and pretty, but it was filled with impatience and worry. Qiao Li understood that Xiaoying must be worried that she hadn't been able to get rid of her scumbag father in time and that she had caught him. She couldn't help but feel sad.
When they saw Cen Guangsheng step forward and grab Xiaoying's wrist, Qiao Li and Qiao Ruoqi both held their breath, as if their hearts were being tightly gripped.
Fortunately, the next second, the man on the screen moved swiftly and kicked Cen Guangsheng on the wrist, forcing him to let go of Qiao Ruoying.
Qiao Ruoqi couldn't help but shout out: "Good kick!"
They continued to watch.
The black-clad bodyguards escorted Cen Guangsheng away. He, so arrogant just moments ago, was now being twisted like a chicken by two burly bodyguards, his hands clasped behind his back, and he disappeared from view.
Qiao Ruoqi wondered if her future brother-in-law was so rich that he even had bodyguards with him.
Is he as rich as the donor of the Yingluo Scholarship?
This thought suddenly popped up in her mind. Qiao Ruoqi blinked and asked her mother:
"Mom, is my sister's boyfriend's last name Jiang?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
Qiao Ruoqi remembered that the donor of the "Yingluo Scholarship" was surnamed Jiang. This was the only information about the donor that this group of students knew.
She had a guess: Could the scholarship she won be established by her sister's boyfriend?
"Mom, the philanthropist who donated the scholarship is named Jiang, and my sister's boyfriend is also named Jiang. Could it be that he set up the scholarship I won?"
When Qiao Li heard this, she thought it was really possible.
Suddenly, a subtle and complicated feeling welled up in her heart. She always emphasized to her two daughters that they were not allowed to spend men's money, but unknowingly, they had already spent it.
Jiang Zong also did this to fulfill Xiaoying's wish of letting her sister study abroad.
For the first time, she met a man who was willing to spend money on her eldest daughter silently, without asking for anything in return, just to make her happy.
Their gaze returned to the screen. The image quality was blurry, but they could still feel Qiao Ruoying throwing herself into Jiang Zongye's arms, hugging him tightly, like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline, or like a boat, tossed and swayed by a storm at sea, finally returning to a warm harbor.
The man she embraced was like a tall tree standing tall in the wind and rain, not shaking or vacillating, standing firmly upright and giving her infinite spiritual support and warmth.
If he hadn't really given her enough love, how could she have subconsciously relied on him?
After confirming that Cen Guangsheng had been taken away by the bodyguards, Ms. Qiao Li breathed a sigh of relief. She walked back with Qiao Ruoqi and went downstairs to the apartment building. She saw Jiang Zongye and Qiao Ruoying still standing at the door, chatting with each other under the small iron eaves that extended from the apartment door.
Looking from afar, under the warm yellow light, they looked like a perfect couple, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, both talented and beautiful.
At this moment, Qiao Li finally had the mood to appreciate Jiang Zongye's appearance.
He was seen standing under the eaves, tall and slender, with a straight neck, and a Bamarkan coat held tightly and ironed by him. He looked like a male model walking out of the pages of a fashion magazine, but he had a more indescribable temperament than a male model.
This was the first time Ms. Qiao Li had seen such a handsome and elegant man in her forties.
No wonder her silly eldest daughter fell right into it.
"mom."
Seeing her mother coming back, Qiao Ruoying cried out, her fingers still pinching the corner of her clothes.
Qiao Li glanced at her fingers pinching the corner of her clothes and said softly, "It's so late, it's time for dinner, Xiao Jiang, go upstairs and have dinner."
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The author has something to say: Ding, your mother-in-law has sent you an invitation card. [Three-colored cat head][Three-colored cat head][Three-colored cat head] Brother Jiang must be very happy.
Lao Jiang: [sunglasses][sunglasses][calico cat head][calico cat head]
My dears, based on this progress, we will probably be able to serve food in the next chapter. [Haha] [Haha]
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