Chapter 272 Stubborn and Beautiful
Jiang Zhiyue left the hall and walked along the path in the back garden to the servants' building. The night breeze was blowing gently, and this place was like a quiet harbor in the Gu residence at night.
When she was a child, whenever she felt wronged, Jiang Zhiyue would walk this path to vent her emotions. By the time she reached the end of the garden, the tears on her face had dried up.
Tears, in a sense, are a way of showing weakness.
Whenever Gu Zhaoye wanted to do something to her, Jiang Zhiyue would use this method on Gu Zhaoye, but she was in an especially low mood tonight, and all the accumulated negative emotions reached a peak.
When she looked directly into Lin's mother's eyes, she had already guessed who was responsible for everything that had happened during the day.
This Lin's mother is exactly the same as Lin Xian'er. She is keen on using the power in her hands to suppress others. Lin's mother is even better at using sinister and cunning means such as killing someone with a borrowed knife.
When faced with Lin's mother's supreme power, Jiang Zhiyue felt that the deep sense of powerlessness she had before was no longer there in her heart.
The struggle between us and the enemy is a fight to the death.
Once becoming their enemy, the only way for the small people to escape the fate of death is to bring down the big people.
If she had known that Chu Junyue was so slow in acting, she might as well have exposed Lin Jun's evil deeds anonymously, or at worst let Xiao Jingrun handle it... This way, it would be much more efficient.
But Xiao Jingrun was mysterious and did not play by the rules or common sense. He would not inform her of any decision in advance. Jiang Zhiyue was inevitably tricked by him, so she naturally guarded against it.
Sheng Huaian?
For some reason, Jiang Zhiyue thought of what the man said during the day. He had an aunt named Shengyue, who went missing when she was five years old and her life or death was unknown.
Lin Xian'er and Lin Jun did not dare to openly establish a relationship with the Sheng family because at that time Sheng's father was in good health and controlled the Sheng family.
Old Master Sheng didn't dare to be biased openly, so the Lin brothers and sisters naturally didn't dare to claim any relationship with the Sheng family.
Now that Sheng's father is in poor health, the Lin family and others took advantage of the situation and swept in.
Jiang Zhiyue must prevent them from having any connection with the Sheng family and the Chu family. Once the Lin family's momentum surpasses the Gu family one day in the future, she can almost foresee her own ending. Even Mrs. Gu will sacrifice her without hesitation.
And this auction is just a "scam" in the name of real and fake antiques.
However, in the eyes of the nobles, this is not a scam at all. After all, the rules of this country are made by them. Isn't the authenticity and value of antiques something that can be decided by just a word from them?
What those in power deem valuable is valuable.
Human beings give value to inanimate objects, and the nobility of a person's status depends on the level of this value.
Jiang Zhiyue tossed and turned all night long and couldn't sleep.
The physical pain, the mental tension, and Mrs. Gu's words "goddaughter."
Jiang Zhiyue felt like she had become a commodity to be sold at a price.
The next morning, the housekeeper called Jiang Zhiyue over and waited for a long time. When Mrs. Gu didn't show up, he sent her back.
On the path in the back garden, the cell phone was vibrating. Jiang Zhiyue took out the phone and touched the wound. A sharp pain swept through her body.
She tried hard to hold back the lingering pain, which was so severe that tears were about to burst out of her eyes.
A gust of wind blew by, and perhaps it was a sudden release of emotions, the screen flickered. In the flickering light, Jiang Zhiyue pulled down the corner of her clothes and saw the marks on her neck clearly.
The circle of purple bruises was particularly scary.
She closed her eyes and gasped softly a few times, but her cell phone was still vibrating.
When the girl looked up again, there was no redness at the corners of her eyes, and she answered Gu Zhaoye's call.
Gu Zhaoye reported his daily work to her every day. Actually, he had nothing else to do but wanted to hear her voice. He also wanted to tell her that Mu Liansheng's father was getting married and asked him not to attend the wedding unless he was at home.
Jiang Zhiyue naturally agreed, and Gu Zhaoye muttered to her that he could not go back during this period of time. His mother and father would not allow him to return to the country and insisted that he study at the construction site.
Jiang Zhiyue responded again, and after a few words, Gu Zhaoye wanted to video chat with her.
Jiang Zhiyue held up her mobile phone. The camera was dark and the marks on her neck were reflected from the screen. She looked carefully and saw a figure reflected from behind in the dark corner of the screen.
Jiang Zhiyue narrowed her eyes slightly, and her harmless little face was truly pure.
Especially the way she looked aggrieved and suppressing herself.
Even though I suffered so much, I tried hard not to cry.
Gu Zhaoye realized something and asked her questions, but she said nothing and hung up the phone.
But something touched her heart. Jiang Zhiyue suddenly quickened her pace and hurriedly left the back garden. Then, because she walked too quickly, the feeling of suffocation seemed to come back again while she was gasping for breath.
She supported herself on the tree trunk with one hand and covered her chest with the other, gasping for breath and tears streaming down her face.
The man's seductive figure stood behind the tree for a long time before he slowly walked out.
The wind passed silently, but he could hear her panting very clearly. He took a step forward and the closer they got, the louder her panting became, like a fish dying from lack of oxygen.
This is a tempting little fish.
She bent over, revealing her graceful figure.
Her chest is always the most noticeable.
Mu Liansheng prides himself on being good at disguise. Many times, he can't tell whether Jiang Zhiyue is pretending or is born that way. She is pitiful and cute, cute and hateful.
Jiang Zhiyue bent her body, and looking from behind, a circle of marks on her neck were clearly visible, which could only be described as horrific.
Just from the traces left behind, one can imagine how dangerous everything she went through was.
Mu Liansheng prefers the latter.
He slowed down his pace, stopped behind her, and lightly touched the girl's soft neck with his cold fingertips. The chill that penetrated into her bones instantly hit her.
The man's hands were pale and slender, with distinct joints, and his elegant figure was reflected on the ground like a swaying ghost.
Mu Liansheng exuded an unknown rich fragrance, which was particularly refreshing in the quiet air, as if it could suck people's souls into a mysterious vortex.
Jiang Zhiyue turned around suddenly, and the man was looking at her steadily. She was still panting, and her breathing became louder, one after another.
A pale little face, with wet red at the corners of the eyes.
Clearly, this is a young girl trying to adjust herself after a life-threatening situation.
Mu Liansheng looked at her again and again quietly. A spot of scarlet was particularly eye-catching between her cold, white, slender fingers.
He put the lit cigarette to his lips and took a puff. His charming face was half-hidden in the shadow against the light. The smoke rose in the dim light, blurring his features.
"How pitiful." The man's fingers gently touched the scar on her neck and exhaled a puff of cold smoke.
His eyes fell on the tears on her cheeks. Those tears were stubborn and beautiful. Mu Liansheng couldn't help but reach out to wipe them away for her, and sighed softly: "Why do you have to do this?"
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