Jiang Jinyu was unusually out of control and reckless tonight.
No matter how much Jiang Yanxin begged for mercy, it was no use.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jinyu, having finished his shower, sat on the sofa in front of the French windows, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were deep and he gazed at the night sky, lost in thought.
Jiang Yanxin saw him like this as soon as she came out. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her heart swelled with joy.
"What happened?" She walked over and sat down next to him, leaning against his chest.
Jiang Jinyu naturally put his arm around her, stubbed out his cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "Your guess last time might have been right."
Jiang Yanxin was slightly taken aback, and looking at his gloomy profile, she felt a strange panic in her heart. "What guess?"
Jiang Jinyu lowered his eyes and used his slender fingertips to gently remove the stray hairs that had fallen around her ears.
"Shen Linyue isn't dead; it's very likely that He Liyu deliberately hid her."
"Impossible!" Jiang Yan's tender feelings vanished instantly. She sat up straight, her face filled with panic and helplessness. "He Liyu's behavior over the years doesn't seem like something he could fake."
"Besides, how could Shen Linyue not be dead?" Her voice gradually lost control.
What was the point of everything she'd done all these years?!
She would rather believe that Shen Linyue was dead than believe that she had never died at all.
Jiang Jinyu watched her lose her composure for a long time before comforting her.
"Don't worry, Ayan. No matter what happens, I will protect you and get you and Axing out of the country safely." His eyes were full of affection, as if he really valued Jiang Yanxin more than anything else.
Jiang Yanxin's heart skipped a beat. When she looked at him again, she hesitated, then her eyes reddened and she gripped his hand tightly.
"The three of us will never be separated, that's what you promised me."
Jiang Jinyu didn't speak, but smiled instead: "We haven't reached the end of the road yet, so don't be afraid."
Jiang Yanxin couldn't stand his expression like that. She took a few deep breaths to suppress her fear and asked gently, "What do you need me to do?"
...
Jiang Zhixing stood at the top of the stairs for a full half minute, unsure whether to go back to his room in one go or stay away from this place of trouble.
The clothes scattered all over the floor were enough to prove everything. Now, looking at the tightly closed door, he should be glad that his house was well soundproofed.
Just as he was about to leave, voices suddenly came from the quiet bedroom.
Jiang Zhixing paused, then looked sharply at his mother's bedroom door. He couldn't hear the words inside very clearly, but he could vaguely make out some of them.
For example, what your mother said about Shen Linyue not dying and sending you abroad, etc.
The sadness in his heart vanished instantly. He stood there blankly, looking closely at the door... which wasn't closed properly.
I don't know whether to be glad I came home late enough, or glad I could always hear the corner of the wall.
But this is not something to be proud of.
He stood there for an unknown amount of time before finally returning to his room in a daze, completely forgetting his original intention to escape the troubles at home.
Why did the mother say that Shen Linyue was not dead? And why did she use such a terrified tone?
And that male voice—if he wasn't mistaken, it should be Uncle Jiang—made him think of that pile of photos again.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine again.
Regardless of whether Jiang Jinyu can become his stepfather, he must test whether his mother knows about Jiang Jinyu's romantic history.
He couldn't accept having a promiscuous stepfather. If his mother knew and still insisted on this, what would he do?
Jiang Zhixing looked blank for a moment, then quickly realized the two were plotting something.
What exactly is their purpose?
Could it be that Shen Linyue's death was related to them?
Jiang Zhixing was stunned when he suddenly realized this, and the warmth of the room could not stop the chill that rose from his feet.
...
Shen Linyue didn't expect that when she woke up the next morning, she would receive a heartwarming reply and invitation from Jiang Yanxin.
Thank you, Yue. You're such a good child.
[Ah Yue, what are your plans for New Year's Day? I'm planning a tea party; you can come and join us. Most of the people coming are friends of your sister and me from back in the day.]
Shen Linyue was surprised. She had added Jiang Zhixing on WeChat yesterday afternoon. Their chat consisted of only one perfunctory sentence of concern from her. She never expected that Jiang Yanxin would reply to her so sincerely after just one night.
This looks like they have ill intentions.
As she pondered how to reply, the bedroom door was slammed shut, the entire door shaking.
"Lin Yue, get up quickly, or your flight will be delayed!" He Xiao's urgent voice interrupted her thoughts.
Shen Linyue: "..."
Suddenly a question came to mind: other CEOs travel by private jet, but why doesn't He Xiao, the only son of a CEO, have a private jet?
Shen Linyue fell into deep thought. After He Xiaolian knocked on the door three times, she finally got up and opened it.
Just then, the boy's hand was raised in the air to strike for the fourth time when he met her speechless gaze.
"Even a security door couldn't withstand that kind of force, could it?"
He Xiao's raised hand froze. Looking at the girl's fair face, he awkwardly withdrew his hand. Then, seeing that she hadn't washed up yet, he frowned.
"Why haven't you packed yet?"
Shen Linyue rolled her eyes, turned around and went back into the house, ordering, "Ten minutes, help me tidy up the things on the table, and then we'll leave."
He Xiao: "..." She really knows how to order him around, doesn't she?
Watching the girl disappear into the bathroom, He Xiao remained silent for a long time before resignedly walking in.
He must have been her slave in his past life. :)
The things that He Xiao needed to pack were very simple; he could just put them in the drawer.
However, when He Xiao opened the drawer, a sealed bag on the top caught his attention.
Paternity test records.
He Xiao's hand holding the notebook froze, his gaze fixed on the report so close at hand, countless thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant.
Why is there a paternity report in Lin Yue's drawer? Whose is it with? Is it with Lao He? Is she actually Lao He's illegitimate daughter?!
His heart was pounding like a drum, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He didn't even realize how nervous and scared he was.
Shen Linyue said she would be out in ten minutes, but it actually took her fifteen minutes.
As she walked out, applying hand cream, she saw the tall, slender figure of a boy standing blankly in front of her desk, seemingly lost in thought.
Shen Linyue didn't notice immediately and turned to pack her small backpack. "Everything's packed, just take my luggage..."
She glanced up unintentionally and saw He Xiao standing diagonally opposite her, staring intently at her, having produced her paternity test report from somewhere.
"Aren't you going to give an explanation?" the boy asked, emphasizing each word.
His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were bloodshot, and Shen Linyue was startled by his condition.
She stared at the torn form in his hand, her mind went blank, and she was speechless, unable to even explain herself.
“Ah Xiao…”
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