Chapter 77 Chen Fu Ji, do you like her?
"Let's not talk about this topic anymore. Get out of here."
Mu Jia pushed him away, controlling her strength so as not to touch the wound on Xie Siyan's body. She stood up in a panic and said, "The medicine has been applied. I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom without looking back, his steps a little hurried.
Xie Siyan looked at her figure disappearing behind the frosted glass, his eyes dim and unclear.
The bathroom light quickly came on.
The sound of water splashing was heard.
At this moment, the cell phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.
The caller's name flashing on the screen made Xie Siyan's eyes darken.
He reached out to pick it up, his tone returning to his usual nonchalant tone: "Hello, Mom. What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Xie Siyan, come back here now."
Xie's mother's voice came through the receiver, with a rare sharpness. Low footsteps could be heard faintly in the background. "Your father and I will be waiting for you at home."
Before he could respond, the call was hung up abruptly.
——
The old house of the Xie family.
As the black Land Rover turned into the bluestone alley, the old butler hurried over to meet him, his gray eyebrows twisted into a knot. "Master, the Madam was furious. Mr. Xie rushed back overnight."
Xie Siyan unbuckled his seat belt with one hand and just said "hmm" lightly when he heard it.
The moonlight outlined his chiseled profile, and the bandaged wound looked particularly glaring.
The carved wooden door creaked open, and a celadon teacup flew towards them.
Xie Siyan dodged by turning his head, and the teacup brushed his cheek and hit the door frame, and the broken porcelain pieces flew and scratched the collar of his suit.
He raised his hand to rub the new bloodstain on his cheekbone, and laughed softly.
Anyway, I'm already bruised and battered tonight, so this one won't make any difference.
"Mom." He called respectfully, but there was ice in his eyes.
The joints of Xie's mother's fingers turned white as she held the Buddhist beads. When she turned around, the agarwood beads broke with a "snap", and the ebony beads rolled all over the floor.
"Come with me." Her voice was hoarse, and the hem of her dark cheongsam rustled as it swept across the threshold of the ancestral hall.
The small ancestral hall was filled with the scent of sandalwood, and the ancestral tablets were polished to a high shine. Besides the Xie family's ancestors, the top tier also held two special spirit tablets—made of ebony, newer than the others.
Xie Siyan's eyes were fixed on the two names, and his Adam's apple moved.
"Get down on your knees!"
The dull thud of the knees hitting the blue brick floor startled the birds under the eaves.
Mother Xie pointed at the altar with a trembling finger, her eyes glued to him. She still couldn't believe it, "Are you worthy of...your deceased uncle and aunt?"
The eternally burning lamp on the table suddenly sparked, casting a flickering light on her face. "What did I tell you to do? Do you treat Lingling like your own sister...?"
Xie Siyan held his back straight.
The draft in the ancestral hall lifted the hem of his shirt.
"You're crazy."
Mother Xie took two steps back, looking at the tall figure kneeling in front of the hall. For a moment, she couldn't believe that this was her always obedient son. "You sent your sister to Cheng Yu'an's bed for a woman? Are you still a human being?"
Xie Siyan remained silent.
But this silence frightened Madam Xie even more. "I think you've lost your mind," she said sadly. "Don't go anywhere for the next three days. Just kneel here and reflect on your actions. Tell me when you've figured it out."
After saying that, he turned and left.
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After leaving the hotel, Chen Fu Ji drove alone to a hidden bar.
The neon lights spread out in the rain, stretching his figure very long.
He sat in the corner of the bar, ordered a glass of the strongest whiskey, and sat there until dawn.
There are not many people in the bar during the day.
After drinking countless glasses of wine, a familiar voice sounded in his ears:
"Chen Fuji?"
Chen Fu Ji was drunk. At this moment, he seemed to hear someone calling him and raised his eyes lazily.
Jiang Yao stood beside him at some point, her red dress like a burning fire.
Chen Fuji stroked the glass with his slender fingers and raised his hand to rub his temples.
A name flashed through my mind——
Jiang Yao.
It is said that he is a friend of Xie Ling and is interested in him.
He couldn't help but lower his eyes and smiled at himself.
Most of the ice in the glass had melted. He shook it, stared at it, and after a moment, silently took another sip of wine. His Adam's apple rolled and the wine slid down his jaw.
"It's really you." Jiang Yao didn't expect to meet him here. She had asked Xie Ling to introduce them to her before, but after the two of them added each other's contact information, he became lukewarm and didn't reply in time. She thought there was no chance.
"Miss Jiang, is this your friend?"
The bartender wiped the glass and his eyes lingered on Chen Fu Ji for a few seconds.
Jiang Yao turned her head when she heard this, her red lips raised slightly: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Tell your friend to drink less," the bartender said, lowering his voice. "He's been sitting here all night and has already had quite a bit of whiskey."
Jiang Yao followed the bartender's gaze and saw Chen Fu Ji's back looking particularly lonely under the dim light.
An idea suddenly flashed through her mind. As she walked over with her wine glass in hand, she casually asked, "Xie Ling... have you seen her recently?"
Her smile was just right, as if it was just a casual greeting between old friends, a topic picked up casually.
Chen Fuji slowly raised his eyes and nodded, his voice hoarse from alcohol: "Do you have something to do with her?"
Jiang Yao got the answer to her guess from the subtle changes in his expression.
She sat down beside him calmly, and gently pushed the untouched glass of wine away from his hand with her fingers.
"I'll drink this for you," she took the glass, drank it all, and then put the glass back on the bar, "Let's talk?"
Chen Fu Ji was a very powerful figure in the business world, but he had only a handful of people who could truly be called his friends.
There has never been anyone with whom he can open his heart and talk.
He stared at Jiang Yao for a while, and finally just rubbed his temples tiredly, with no intention of responding, and returned his gaze to the wine glass.
Jiang Yao was not surprised by his silence.
She pursed her red lips and said directly, "Actually, I like you very much."
"I remember when Xie Ling was in school, she always had a tall and handsome brother who would come to pick her up. No matter if it was windy or rainy, he would always be there on time, standing under the sycamore tree at the school gate."
Jiang Yao continued to herself, her fingertips tracing circles on the rim of the glass, as if reminiscing. "Back then, all the girls thought Xie Ling's brother was so tall and handsome, and they wondered who would end up winning him. We even made bets... asking Xie Ling for an introduction. But after that, until graduation, no one made any progress..."
She chuckled, "Later I found out that he wasn't her biological brother at all..."
Chen Fu Ji's breathing stagnated.
Then he thought of something and his shoulders relaxed again. He leaned halfway on the swivel chair, closed his eyes, and wondered if he was listening carefully.
Jiang Yao suddenly raised her head and glanced at him sideways, "Chen Fu Ji, you like her, right?"
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