Chapter 177: The Edge of Depression
With Luo Qinglin's company, Jiang Yanyu's mood gradually improved.
After kissing Luo Qinglin until his breathing became disordered, he whimpered due to lack of oxygen, and his eyes turned red, Jiang Yanyu let him go, straightened his cotton jacket, and walked out of the room.
Luo Qinglin fanned himself with his palms, trying to dissipate some of the heat on his face, and followed Jiang Yanyu, walking a little slower.
After leaving the room, Jiang Yanyu did not return along the same path, but took another path and went out to the opposite side of the way he came in.
The opposite side was not a staircase, but a small elevator that hovered on the sixth floor.
bite!
The elevator went down, reached the third floor, and the door opened.
Ingram stood in the elevator, his face slightly relieved, and his head down.
Seeing that the two were still wearing the same clothes, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Jiang Yanyu in disbelief.
"There are dozens of people waiting downstairs. Do you have to provoke her today?"
Ingram forgot to follow the requirement and took that old junky car to the manor, and got in by riding in Jiang Yanyu's car. Just now, he was called upstairs by Mayfield and scolded.
But Jiang Yanyu brought her boyfriend with her this time, and not only was she not more restrained than before, she was even more crazy and unbridled.
When Jiang Yanyu heard that there were dozens of people downstairs, the corners of his mouth widened. He pulled Luo Qinglin into the elevator, quickly pressed the door closing button, and couldn't wait to go down.
Ingram sighed and moved away from Jiang Yanyu, deciding not to get off the elevator for a while. He went back to the upper floor and waited until Jiang Yanyu finished going crazy before going down.
bite!
The elevator in the castle was slow, only going down two floors, and it took almost half a minute to reach the destination.
Jiang Yanyu put his arm around Luo Qinglin's shoulders and walked out with big strides.
The elevator was in the center of a relief wall, attracting a lot of attention. As soon as the door opened, everyone in the hall stopped talking and looked towards the elevator.
Most of the people in the hall had blond hair and blue eyes, like Ingram, and a few had brown hair. They were all wearing neat suits and seemed to be in a relaxed state, chatting, but in fact they were all tense, and the people who spoke and answered each had their own words.
Everyone looked at Luo Qinglin with curiosity, as if they were looking at a titmouse that had accidentally entered their home.
Luo Qinglin held Jiang Yanyu's hand tightly, a little nervously, and walked in small steps, slowing down his pace. He did not dare to look at the group of glamorous people, but only dared to turn his head to look at Jiang Yanyu's shirt collar.
Sensing Luo Qinglin's nervousness, Jiang Yanyu pulled him closer, not allowing him to retreat, and kept them shoulder to shoulder.
"Don't be afraid. Among these people, except for some old and rotten useless guys, the rest are young people who love to have fun, just like us." Jiang Yanyu comforted.
Luo Qinglin nodded slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed.
Walking from the elevator into the crowd, the hall was extremely silent, and everyone's eyes followed the two of them until Jiang Yanyu took Luo Qinglin to sit on the sofa in the corner.
The sofa is soft and not in European style. Instead, it is a long Chinese sandalwood chair with a layer of red soft cushions.
The cushion fabric was embroidered with fine golden threads twisted into clusters of stacked flowers.
Luo Qinglin couldn't tell what kind of flower it was. It looked like a pansy, but also like something else. He just took a quick glance and was pulled to sit down by Jiang Yanyu.
After sitting down, everyone's eyes were still on Luo Qinglin.
Luo Qinglin felt awkward for a moment, and looked up from time to time to look back at some of them.
As Jiang Yanyu said, the crowd was half and half, old and young. The older ones had expressions of confusion and contempt, while the younger ones looked at him with more curiosity.
Luo Qinglin glanced around from time to time and suddenly found a familiar figure in the crowd.
When I was in Paris, that person looked at me with the same eyes, cold, condescending, emotionless and aggressive.
"Avgust is your relative? Isn't he the person you hate the most?" Luo Qinglin leaned close to Jiang Yanyu and asked in a low voice.
Jiang Yanyu was looking at his phone, with his legs crossed and looking nonchalant. He frowned when he heard Luo Qinglin's words, and looked towards the crowd. Sure enough, he saw Avgust standing in the crowd, still looking annoying.
"Who does he think he is?" Jiang Yanyu frowned. "Mayfield sent him here specifically to disgust me."
"I knew she had bad intentions. It's so annoying."
"This is such a crappy show. I can't even play it for more than ten years. I'm so fed up with it."
"When the clock strikes midnight tomorrow, we'll leave here and go home!"
......
Jiang Yanyu's mood suddenly became anxious and he talked more frequently than usual. Luo Qinglin felt anxious just by hearing his voice, not to mention that Jiang Yanyu's expression was not good.
"BB, BB?" Luo Qinglin held his hand and squeezed it gently, interrupting Jiang Yanyu's mumbling, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Avgust was like a thorn in Jiang Yanyu's side. He would make Jiang Yanyu irritated just by standing far away and not moving or talking.
"It's okay. Mayfield called him. Don't worry about him. No matter what Mayfield says later, don't listen. Remember?" Jiang Yanyu stared with cautious tone.
Jiang Yanyu looked anxious and in a very bad mood, with his fingertips on his knees tapping quickly. He almost went crazy in the room just now, and it was hard to coax him into submission, but now he was acting strangely again.
"Okay, okay, I won't listen," Luo Qinglin said with a silly smile, "For me, listening to English is like listening to a foreign language. It goes through my left ear and my right ear in a flash, without even passing through my brain."
Luo Qinglin emphasized the "swoosh" sound, which sounded like the sound of a balloon being deflated, and was quite funny.
Jiang Yanyu looked at Luo Qinglin quietly, knowing that he was talking nonsense to tease her. They could obviously communicate without any obstacles, but he said he couldn't understand.
The sudden anxiety subsided a little, and Jiang Yanyu held Luo Qinglin's hand tightly, "Anyway, as long as it's past midnight tomorrow, we can go home."
"Okay, shall we go to London or go back to Qianyu Island?" Luo Qinglin asked in a low voice.
"London? Do you think that's our home?" Jiang Yanyu was now like a fragile neurotic patient, becoming alert and nitpicking at just one word.
Luo Qinglin didn't know what the problem was for Jiang Yanyu about London, why she hated it so much and got stressed out whenever it was mentioned.
Luo Qinglin sighed, whispered in Jiang Yanyu's ear uncomfortably, "It should be considered home. I paid the price there, and it's yours. It hurt so much, and it lasted so long, it's not a big pity."
Dirty talk can quickly relieve anxiety. Even if others can't hear it, Luo Qinglin feels ashamed, but he has no choice but to say it.
Jiang Yanyu turned his head and looked closely at Jin Sican's pretty face. His eyes were evasive and his face was slightly red. His thin lips were red and swollen from being kissed by him just now, and they were a little fuller than usual.
His attention was diverted to Luo Qinglin and no longer stayed on Avgust and Mayfield. His irritability came to an abrupt end, leaving only a few traces on his face.
Jiang Yanyu frowned even more tightly, but his tone softened. "Did it hurt that day? Then why did you endure it and not tell me? From the sound of your voice, I thought you enjoyed it."
He just wanted to appease Jiang Yanyu, and he didn't really want to discuss this issue in public.
"I...I was just talking nonsense. I really enjoyed it. Don't talk about it anymore." Luo Qinglin avoided her eyes and followed Jiang Yanyu's meaning, afraid to continue discussing this topic.
His mood was calmed down, but when he saw Luo Qinglin was shy, Jiang Yanyu's bad intentions came up again and he wanted to tease him on purpose.
"They don't understand Chinese, so it's okay if we speak loudly. But that day you..." Jiang Yanyu suddenly raised his voice and pretended to say obscene words loudly.
Luo Qinglin's scalp was numb with irritation, and he didn't care whether others were watching or not, and immediately reached out to cover Jiang Yanyu's mouth.
"Stop talking," Luo Qinglin threatened in a low voice, his eyes showing nervousness, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll lose my temper!"
Luo Qinglin covering his mouth was not like him, as it would cause difficulty in breathing and lack of oxygen to the brain. It was just a decoration, a cover-up.
Jiang Yanyu grabbed the thin wrist and pulled it open with a slight pull. "BB can actually lose his temper? How do you lose your temper?"
"Are you going to bite me with your teeth, scratch my back to make it bleed, or..."
Jiang Yanyu's words got worse and worse. Luo Qinglin was so embarrassed that he quickly interrupted her, "Go home and talk about it. Don't talk now. If you continue, I will be really angry."
It made people almost angry, and Jiang Yanyu was in a good mood, so he let Luo Qinglin go.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Yanyu moved closer, gently kissed Luo Qinglin on the cheek, pecked him lightly, and then returned to his normal and leisurely state.
Now in a good mood, Jiang Yanyu turned sideways and said arrogantly to everyone, "Don't look at my little baby. Your gaze makes him uncomfortable."
The sound echoed in the hall.
The murmuring sounds started again. On the surface, everyone returned to their original state, but in fact they were secretly looking over here.
Ingram took the elevator upstairs and waited for a long time on the fourth floor before going downstairs. He still felt the atmosphere was awkward when he got out of the elevator.
Sure enough, as he expected, everyone in the family was staring at Jiang Yanyu's boyfriend, pretending to chat with him for a few words, and then secretly glanced at Luo Qinglin.
Ingram stood at the elevator entrance. He didn't want to join the "Luo Qinglin Spying Team" nor did he want to go to Jiang Yanyu to find someone to curse and chat with. He moved to a corner and secretly looked at his phone.
Just over ten minutes ago, he posted a photo of Luo Qinglin's back on Instagram, and now many friends are asking who this is and whether he is Louis' little baby.
The screen was full of "Little darling[luv.jpg]". Ingram shook his head and clicked on the chat page to check the messages.
【Starla: Is Lin at home? 】
Ingram took a sneak shot of the two people in the distance and sent the photo over. [Ingram: Mayfield will be so angry with Louis today that he will die. 】
[starla: I'm already on my way. I'm going to chat with the little baby [kisskiss]]
Ingram: Departure? What's the meaning? 】
Starla has read but not replied.
Ingram thought it was over. It wasn't enough that Louis went crazy on Christmas Eve, and now Starla was crazy too. No one would have a good day today.
"What are you doing standing here? There are no rules."
Mayfield's hoarse and stern voice came from behind him, and Ingram hunched his shoulders like an ostrich.
"I......"
Before Ingram could finish his words, he was frightened by an aggressive "Jiang Yanyu" and shut his mouth.
The standard Chinese pronunciation reappeared, and Luo Qinglin had a sense of time and space interweaving.
Jiang Yanyu sighed softly, patted Luo Qinglin's back to comfort him, ignored Mayfield, and asked the servants present in English, "When does dinner start? I'm hungry."
After all the hassle of traveling, it's only afternoon now and it's still a long way from dinner time.
"I told you to change your clothes, but you didn't understand? Mr. Luo, you are Chinese, but you don't understand Chinese?"
Jiang Yanyu is thick-skinned and it is normal for him to act crazy and do rebellious things, so Mayfield points the finger at Luo Qinglin.
Luo Qinglin didn't expect Mayfield to speak to him, and in Chinese. He couldn't pretend that he didn't understand.
——How should I answer?
Luo Qinglin winked at Jiang Yanyu and mouthed words, asking what to do.
The canary was so anxious that her eyes widened. It was really adorable. She had just said "I'm your wife", but now she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak. She asked him what to do.
Jiang Yanyu chuckled and said nonsense, "He has had a sore throat these days and has become mute. He can't speak. It's no use asking him."
How can you call him dumb...
Luo Qinglin had no choice but to put on a cute smile, point at his throat, and pretend that his throat hurt and he was sorry in front of Mayfield.
"Is Mr. Luo also deaf?" Mayfield continued to ask aggressively.
Jiang Yanyu was annoyed by what he said, "Ms. Mei, you asked Avgust to annoy me. Since I gave you face and didn't get angry and smash things, you don't have to care what my baby and I wear. After dinner, everyone should go back to their rooms to rest, and don't get upset by looking at each other."
After the three words "Miss May" appeared, Mayfield's expression froze, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of resentment and pain.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word.
After a moment, the stagnant atmosphere loosened. Mayfield looked away, no longer looking at Jiang Yanyu, and went to talk to other people. His expression looked much worse than when he just got off the elevator.
Mayfield has changed so much that his harsh attitude has disappeared.
Luo Qinglin was puzzled. He turned his head and asked Jiang Yanyu secretly while Mayfield was not looking at him, "Why did she...? Is there any difference in calling her Miss Mei?"
"There's no difference," Jiang Yanyu said calmly, "it's just that my grandfather calls her that."
Jiang Yanyu’s grandfather?
Call Mayfield Miss Mei in Chinese?
Seeing that Luo Qinglin was puzzled, Jiang Yanyu explained: "By the way, my grandfather was her driver, a Chinese, who died decades ago. He was forced to death by her and committed suicide."
suicide? !
Just a few words, but a huge amount of information.
Luo Qinglin raised his head and looked at the mixed styles of things in the house, the weird murals and wall paintings, and finally understood why the house was designed like this.
When Luo Qinglin searched for information online, he could not find any information about this matter. He only knew that Mayfield's husband had died early, and her only son and his family had died tragically in a car accident more than ten years ago.
But Mayfield's husband is not Chinese, and he is clearly white in the wedding photos.
Luo Qinglin rolled his eyes unconsciously, and whatever he was thinking was revealed on his face. He made no effort to hide it, and it could not escape Jiang Yanyu's eyes.
"What? Are you curious?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a raised eyebrow.
Luo Qinglin coughed lightly, pretending not to care, and whispered: "I'm not particularly curious, if you want to tell me, just say it. If you don't want to tell me, it doesn't matter."
Luo Qinglin's expression did not mean nothing. He clearly wanted to know, but he was still scheming and speaking in a sarcastic way.
"I can tell you."
"But I have to pay for it."
Luo Qinglin has now learned to answer questions quickly. In fact, as long as Jiang Yanyu is willing to tell him about her own affairs and not be so defensive, he doesn't care what the cost is. He enjoys it anyway.
"So obedient?" Jiang Yanyu raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: "What price is acceptable?"
"Um."
"Then tonight, you are not allowed to touch me secretly," Jiang Yanyu said, "You must listen to me and not touch me with your hands."
Luo Qinglin was really afraid that he would speak too loudly and let Mayfield hear him, so he quickly replied: "Okay, okay, I got it, I promise not to touch you secretly, now don't speak loudly."
Jiang Yanyu smiled, put his arms around Luo Qinglin, put his chin on his shoulder, and said softly: "You are so good, this is not something to be ashamed of, why are you so shy?"
Just as Luo Qinglin was about to answer, he heard a familiar voice calling out to his ears.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Starla said, standing aside, shaking her head, "Couples in love are so terrible."
Having not seen Starla for a long time, Luo Qinglin almost didn't recognize her.
When in Paris, Starla had long wavy golden hair, but now she has not only cut her hair short, but also dyed it black, put on heavy smoky makeup, and wore a punk-style jacket, which is even more exaggerated than Jiang Yanyu's floral shirt.
Luo Qinglin didn't want to ask her about her clothes directly, so he asked about her hair instead, "Starla, did you cut your hair?"
Starla smiled slyly, pulled her hair casually, and replied, "It's a wig."
wig?
Luo Qinglin thought that Starla had suffered a blow or had a broken heart, which was why she cut her hair short and her style changed suddenly.
Jiang Yanyu looked up and down at Starla's tasteless outfit and sneered, "She is childish. She dressed like this on purpose to make her father angry. She must have made her old father angry enough and was kicked out, so she came here to continue to anger others."
How dare the vixen call others childish.
Although they are not related by blood, Luo Qinglin feels that these two people are inexplicably similar. They are childish and have a strong desire to play, and they are afraid that the world will not be in chaos.
Starla was even crazier than Jiang Yanyu. She waved at Mayfield and whistled frivolously, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall. Then she sat next to Luo Qinglin and leaned her head on his shoulder.
On the left was Jiang Yanyu, and on the right was Starla. With two heads on his shoulders, the weight was unusually heavy. Luo Qinglin sat in the middle like a sandwich, feeling very squeezed.
"Can you two sit down separately? My shoulders are sore." Luo Qinglin sighed.
"You should tell her to go away," Jiang Yanyu glared at Starla, "This is my baby, you should stay away from him."
Starla didn't respond and slapped the back of Luo Jiang Yanyu's hand hard, "I'm not heterosexual, I just want to stick to Linlin."
Linlin?
Luo Qinglin turned his head and asked suspiciously: "Why do you call me Linlin?"
"Louis complained to me, saying that your son calls you Linlin and sticks to you every day, causing problems in your marital life." Starla ignored Jiang Yanyu's warning look and spoke carelessly.
Luo Qinglin turned to the other side and glanced at the vixen.
Jiang Yanyu coughed lightly and complained stubbornly, "You take care of him like your own son. You didn't even show affection to me on Qianyu Island, so I missed the best time. Only when we got to London..."
In front of Starla, Luo Qinglin never thought that Jiang Yanyu would speak so bluntly.
"Stop! Stop talking!" Luo Qinglin shouted hurriedly.
Jiang Yanyu then stopped talking and pulled Luo Qinglin into his arms, not letting Starla get close. Starla did not show weakness. When Luo Qinglin moved one centimeter to the side, she also moved one centimeter, keeping relatively still.
Luo Qinglin was squeezed in the middle, gradually feeling tired, and suddenly felt that Mayfield's anger was not unreasonable.
For the whole afternoon, Mayfield never looked away and kept talking to several other elderly people, with many young people surrounding him.
Luo Qinglin only looked at their lips and had no idea what they were saying.
Avgust stood behind Mayfield, silent, his eyes occasionally sweeping over, still cold and aggressive.
When it was dinner time, everyone walked to the restaurant and automatically sat at their seats.
The table in the center of the restaurant is rectangular and very long, and can seat more than fifty people. Food has already been placed on the plates in front of each seat, and knives, forks and chopsticks are all placed on the surface.
A row of carved candles were scattered in the middle of the dining table. The bright red color did not match the pastoral floral tablecloth at all.
From the moment dinner started, everyone at the table suddenly fell silent, leaving only the clinking of knives and forks hitting plates.
Jiang Yanyu sat opposite Mayfield, while Luo Qinglin sat on Jiang Yanyu's right, so they could see each other as soon as they looked up.
Starla "left" before dinner and was kidnapped by a group of bodyguards who suddenly arrived. According to the vixen, it was her old father who did it.
The atmosphere at the table was formal, with half of the people using knives and forks and half using chopsticks.
Luo Qinglin didn't feel out of place holding the chopsticks, but he felt a little uneasy because no one was talking.
After only a moment of silence, Mayfield suddenly spoke up, "Ingram!"
Just when his name was called, Ingram put down his knife and fork, sat up straight, and carefully reported the situation of his industries. He not only reported the revenue status one by one, but also reported the goals for the second year.
In this way, Mayfield evaluated each report one by one, either criticizing or praising, from the beginning to the end.
As Jiang Yanyu said, this is indeed not Christmas Eve, but a lecture night.
Those who were criticized turned pale, lowered their heads in embarrassment, and were unable to eat. Those who were praised did not dare to show any joy and ate very carefully.
If you want to criticize or praise, why do you have to choose Christmas Eve to do it?
Although Luo Qinglin didn't understand the subtitling and sarcasm of the English language, he was still infected by the atmosphere and ate cautiously and quietly.
I don’t know how long I scolded him, but suddenly someone said “Mr. Luo” in Chinese from the other side.
He, a first-time visitor, also needs to receive a lecture?
Luo Qinglin quickly put down his chopsticks, sat up straight like everyone else, and looked up at Mayfield. Jiang Yanyu let out an impatient click of his tongue, put his palm on the back of Canary's head, and manually forced him to lower his head so that he could continue eating.
"Mr. Luo, did you know that Avgust is Jiang Yanyu's fiancé and they were supposed to get engaged in December this year?"
fiancé?
Luo Qinglin frowned and thought, this "Mei family" not only wants to assign a fiancé to Jiang Yanyu, but also a fiancé.
What is this for, monogamy?
Luo Qinglin laughed awkwardly twice, pretending to be mute, turned his head and glared at Jiang Yanyu, warning the vixen to confess everything tonight and not to hide anything.
Jiang Yanyu curled his lips to indicate that he understood.
"I support Jiang Yanyu's free love and marriage, and I also think Mr. Luo is very good and a good person," Mayfield said halfway, and then changed the subject, "But, Mr. Luo, don't you feel ashamed for cutting in line?"
"This is not a feudal society. Young people are free to choose, and it is common for them to be fickle. Mr. Luo, Jiang Yanyu may be fickle and like you now, so he will be fickle and like someone else in the future."
"However, I am very optimistic about you. Status and position are not an obstacle. If you can break through these and be together, there will be no gap between you in the future. It's just that Jiang Yanyu's mental state has some problems. If Mr. Luo can't stand the pressure, I can get you out at any time."
......
Mayfield's words made Luo Qinglin feel uncomfortable and dizzy. His words were incoherent and he couldn't find the main point. He gave a sweet date and then a slap in the face. There were both good and bad words in one sentence.
The first time Luo Qinglin heard Chinese, it was like listening to a foreign language. He could understand the meaning of the sentences separately, but couldn't understand them when they were put together. He had no idea what Mayfield was trying to express.
After Mayfield finished speaking, Luo Qinglin smiled at her and continued to eat dinner.
"Louis..."
"Stop, stop talking nonsense," Jiang Yanyu interrupted in English, "While everyone is here, let me say it again, I don't have a fiancée or fiancée, I only have a wife, Luo Qinglin."
Jiang Yanyu turned his gaze away, rolled his eyes at Avgust, and continued, "I don't like ugly things. Mr. Avgust, please don't stick your butt out to beg me to fuck you. I find it disgusting."
"Also," Jiang Yanyu switched back to Chinese, looked at Mayfield, and sneered, "Ms. May, no one likes to spend Christmas Eve with you. Everyone is afraid of you and hates you. Look up, everyone wants to leave. No one likes you."
"And the person who least wanted to spend Christmas Eve with you has already died. He jumped into the river and committed suicide." Jiang Yanyu said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of knives and forks flew over from the opposite side. They were all thrown by Mayfield and flew straight towards Jiang Yanyu's face.
Jiang Yanyu smiled faintly and did not dodge. Luo Qinglin subconsciously waved his arms and swiftly waved away the knife and fork.
Bang!
The knife and fork fell into the plate, making a noise.
The sound was not loud, but it was extremely obvious as no one was talking at the table and it was eerily quiet.
Jiang Yanyu threw away the knife and fork in his hand, "Miss Mei, I am saying these words in Chinese now just to give you face. If you use that kind of drama to torture my baby again, I don't mind making your deeds public."
"Bb, are you full?" Jiang Yanyu stood up and said to Luo Qinglin, "Shall we leave after you're full?"
Luo Qinglin was still confused. He stood up in a daze and followed Jiang Yanyu out of the restaurant.
Perhaps affected by the intense emotions in the restaurant, Jiang Yanyu walked hurriedly, not returning to the room, but going straight out of the castle.
Before walking out the door, the servant handed Luo Qinglin's cotton jacket to him. Jiang Yanyu took the jacket and put it on him before walking out.
Luo Qinglin was dragged forward, gradually unable to keep up with the pace, panting slightly, "Brother, wait a minute, Jiang Yanyu, walk slower!"
Hearing the sound, Jiang Yanyu came back to his senses and slowed down his pace, "I'm sorry, I..."
"It's okay, it's okay." Luo Qinglin moved closer to Jiang Yanyu, finally took his arm, and asked, "Where are we going? Are we going home now?"
Jiang Yanyu shook his head and said, "You can only go home after tomorrow."
“Must I comply?”
"Well, no one can leave. No transportation can come in before midnight tomorrow. If we want to leave now, we have to walk through the woods, which is dangerous."
"All right......"
The evening breeze is a bit cold and the temperature at night is low, almost below zero.
Luo Qinglin put on his cotton-padded jacket and hat, snuggled in Jiang Yanyu's arms, and walked slowly outside.
Jiang Yanyu didn't say anything, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Luo Qinglin didn't want to remain silent any longer, so he asked, "Brother, are we going back to Qianyu Island or to the capital tomorrow?"
Jiang Yanyu did not reply, obviously not hearing his voice. Luo Qinglin consciously quieted down and followed Jiang Yanyu's footsteps silently.
After walking quietly for more than ten minutes, Jiang Yanyu came back to his senses from his thoughts and replied with a delay: "Go back to Qianyu Island. Your son is still waiting for you at home, fearing that you might have an accident."
How could Xia Bai be his son!
"Got it," Luo Qinglin rolled his eyes secretly and asked, "When are we going back to the room?"
Jiang Yanyu glanced at him sideways, raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise: "You want it now?"
It was obvious that he wanted to go back indoors early because it was too cold outside.
However, Luo Qinglin would not miss any opportunity to act like a spoiled child, and said in a soft voice: "Yes, I want my brother."
Jiang Yanyu stared at him for a few seconds, examining him, and easily saw through Luo Qinglin's acting. He smiled helplessly, "Okay, go back to the room, you liar."
Jiang Yanyu’s small room was not warm, and the winter wind blew into the room through the gaps between the windows.
Although the bed was not big, Jiang Yanyu curled up, hugged Luo Qinglin tightly, and hid in the quilt, so she didn't feel cold.
The time it takes to pay the price is quite long.
As he felt sleepy, Luo Qinglin's shoulders trembled unconsciously. He buried his head in Jiang Yanyu's chest and almost fell asleep. But when he thought that he had not yet gotten the answer he wanted, he pulled his eyelids with his hands and lifted them manually to wake up.
Jiang Yanyu was patting his back gently, trying to coax him to sleep, when the person in his arms suddenly moved loudly, poked his head out, and looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"First explain Avgust's situation, then tell me about your grandmother. Don't hide anything."
Canary puffed up her cheeks slightly, fearing that he would not keep his promise, and reminded him: "I have already paid the price!"
The corners of Luo Qinglin's eyes were red, and the ripples were still in his eyes, not going away, making people want to bully him, whether with words or actions.
Jiang Yanyu chuckled and deliberately said, "You only pay once, and you want to know everything?"
Luo Qinglin didn't expect him to cheat. He couldn't believe it and was determined not to spoil him. "If you don't explain your 'fiancée' clearly, I will be really angry. Very angry."
"How can you be angry?" Jiang Yanyu asked jokingly.
"I'm running away from home, looking for someone else..." Before Luo Qinglin could finish the second half of his sentence, Jiang Yanyu glared at him coldly, and he immediately changed his words, "Find Qin Xiaoxi, drive Bai Shengyun away, and let her work hard."
The arrogance could not generate any wind, and the harsh words disappeared before they were even finished.
"Anyway, you have to explain it clearly today!" Luo Qinglin said.
"I just said it in front of everyone, I don't have any other fiancé or fiancée, only you." Jiang Yanyu said helplessly.
"What does Avgust mean? He likes you?"
When he met his rival for the first time, Luo Qinglin was extremely alert and angry, as if he would get angry and upset if Jiang Yanyu said anything good about his rival.
Jiang Yanyu frowned, wanting to vomit at the thought of this possibility, "Impossible, it's just that his ex-fiance wanted to hook up with me, so he just wanted to disgust me and get revenge on me."
Luo Qinglin didn't believe this. Avgust looked at him with an attacking look several times, and his thoughts were written on his face, but Jiang Yanyu just didn't accept it.
"He wanted to take revenge on you, so why did you let your grandmother arrange a marriage for you?" Luo Qinglin asked doubtfully.
"Isn't this revenge?" Jiang Yanyu smacked his lips, "He's so ugly, he stinks, he has a thick waist and a small butt, and his voice is unpleasant. It's so disgusting. I can't accept it, yue!"
After saying that, the vixen's hands became restless. In order to soothe her disgusted heart, she had to hold Canary's slender waist, pat his plump peaches, and sniff the mint scent on his body before she felt at ease.
What the vixen said contained no useful information, it was all nonsense.
Luo Qinglin curled his lips and changed the subject, "What about your grandfather?"
"Do you really want to know?" Jiang Yanyu confirmed, "Anyway, it's not a good thing. I only checked it later. I went back to China this year to find my great aunt and found out some information. The information is incomplete."
"I paid the price, so of course you have to know that if you don't keep your promise this time, I won't play the price game next time." Luo Qinglin snorted coldly.
"Okay, it's just a boring thing anyway, it can be explained in two sentences."
Jiang Yanyu roughly summarized, "Miss Mei cheated on her husband and had an affair with my grandfather, the driver, and gave birth to my mother. She wanted to conceal this, so she locked them up in the house in France and didn't let them go out. It's the house you went to."
"Later, my grandfather suddenly went crazy. One day, he broke the window with his bare hands and jumped off the building. He rushed into the Seine and drowned. His ashes were sent back to China by Miss Mei, and his soul finally returned to his hometown." Jiang Yanyu really finished speaking in a few words, speaking lightly, without any story at all.
The narration ended before Luo Qinglin could get into the mood.
"Is it over?" Luo Qinglin asked with his eyes wide open.
"Of course," Jiang Yanyu shrugged, as a matter of course, "I don't know why he went crazy. He's been dead for so many years, and Alina is also dead. How can I know the specific reason?"
Luo Qinglin found it weird.
How come everyone involved with Mayfield ends up dead?
Suicides, car accidents, unsolved homicides. Can a person really be so unfortunate that everyone around him dies and he is the only one still alive?
Luo Qinglin frowned and said nothing. Jiang Yanyu could tell what he was thinking at a glance.
"Are you wondering why everyone is dead and only she is alive? Did she kill all these people?" Jiang Yanyu asked lightly with his eyes slightly closed.
Jiang Yanyu was the most creepy at this time, with a fake smile and half-closed eyes, just like a man-eating fox spirit in human form, a monster lurking among the crowd.
"I didn't think so!" Luo Qinglin hastily denied, "I was thinking about your mother."
"What do you want her to do?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
Luo Qinglin stuttered as he lied, "I, I wonder when the murderer will be caught."
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu sneered, put his hand on Luo Qinglin's hair, pulled him closer, and looked at him closely, "BB, if I tell you that I know who the murderer is, will you be afraid of me?"
The cold moonlight left traces in the fox's eyes, shining brightly and making people feel uneasy.
"No," Luo Qinglin said foolishly, suppressing his panicked heartbeat, "As long as it's not you."
"Of course not me," Jiang Yanyu said with a smile, "I decided a long time ago to abide by the law and be a good citizen. How could I do such a thing?"
"That's good."
"Um."
The room fell into a strange silence. Luo Qinglin was afraid, while Jiang Yanyu was annoyed.
Luo Qinglin was obviously uneasy. After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to say, "If you don't like talking about the past, I won't ask about it anymore, okay?"
Canary was so well behaved. She had comforted him several times today. Even though she was scared now, she was still taking care of his emotions.
Jiang Yanyu sighed slightly, hugged Luo Qinglin tightly, and promised: "I will tell you, I just... don't like my old self very much."
"Then why don't you talk about yourself and just talk about others, okay?" Luo Qinglin said with an obedient smile.
"Okay," Jiang Yanyu hugged Luo Qinglin tighter, "I need time, I need..."
"Hush hush," Luo Qinglin interrupted gently, "Let's go back and get married early. When you are ready, tell me, okay?"
"Marry?" Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and confirmed, "Are you willing to marry me now?"
It was rare for Jiang Yanyu to show this kind of expression, like a child who had received a reward, with a sense of pure joy.
Luo Qinglin's heart softened and he promised, "Yes, I want to be with you, both legally and rationally, and romantically and emotionally."
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