Chapter 50 Chasing Wife
◎Who can resist the temptation of two papers?◎
The mutual exposure didn't last long before they were stopped by the old elder, Grandpa Wu, who rushed over. Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Grandpa Wu snorted coldly, looked at Jiang Siyue, cleared his throat, and said, "Your aunt and the others were indeed wrong. They should apologize to you, but-"
Jiang Siyue sneered and added a "but" apology, which only made people feel disgusted.
He knocked his way straight ahead and headed home without looking back.
Ignoring the whispers behind her and Zhou Hong's shouts, Jiang Siyue held her breath and walked quickly towards home.
I closed the door of the small room and was instantly enveloped by darkness. I sat quietly on the bed and pressed the left side of my phone. The screen lit up and the time was in the middle of the lock screen.
Two o'clock in the morning is the beginning of a new day.
I gave up the idea of opening WeChat, retracted my strength, and held the phone loosely.
Thirty seconds of constant light passed quickly, and the room was plunged into darkness again. It was like some kind of switch, and an indescribable fatigue flooded over me.
The sighs were long and slow, one after another, with no end in sight. Apart from this method, there was no other way to relieve the depression.
If nothing unexpected happens, there will be more education from Zhou Hong later.
When I was 16 years old, in my second year of high school, I went back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year. Because I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t know how to address her. Zhou Hong didn’t tell me, but looked at me instead. After a moment of silence, Zhou Hong started to scold me.
I don't remember exactly what I said at the time, but it was something like, "uneducated," "stupid," and "unpresentable." The tone and expression of disdain were as if I had made an irreparable mistake.
From then on, Jiang Siyue knew that Zhou Hong would not stand on her side.
"Bang! Bang..." A violent knock on the door woke Jiang Siyue, who was immersed in the past. The knocking did not last long before the door was pushed open from the outside.
"I'm calling you so hard, please wait for me." Zhou Hong rushed in and turned on the light. The bulb was less than 5 watts, which was almost useless.
"I didn't hear it." Jiang Siyue turned her eyes away and rubbed her eyebrows.
"You too, those old bastards. Why are you bothering with them?" The side of the car collapsed a little, and Zhou Hong's voice came closer. "These old bastards dare to say that to me, a woman. I'll definitely fight them tomorrow!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Siyue's lowered eyes.
Zhou Hong's voice continued, "You too, just let them scold you. Will I die if you yell? You're so dumb, how can you win over them with a scolding? If you don't ask your mother for help on this matter, what are you waiting for?"
A ripple flashed through Jiang Siyue's calm heart. Her nose felt sore and her throat felt dry. Zhou Hong's words were completely different from what she had imagined. She said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't see where you were."
"Don't you know how to shout?" Zhou Hong said, and then she hooked her arm and pulled her into her arms. Jiang Siyue's body stiffened at such an unfamiliar action, and she let her hold her.
After a while, Zhou Hong said, "Forget it. I know you have a sullen personality. You're silent all day long, feeling really pent up. Let's go back and I'll help you curse back!"
Perhaps, Zhou Hong didn't dislike herself, but she liked Jiang Lingling too much, and she could still be seen when Jiang Lingling was not around.
They returned to the funeral venue and saw everyone still gathered together. When they saw them, they all looked away. Zhou Hong pulled her and squeezed in forcefully.
When everyone saw them, they were all smiling and happy, contrary to their usual behavior.
"Sister Hong, Siyue, I'm sorry about what happened just now. We didn't know anything about it. If we knew your daughter had married such a good man, we would definitely not say such nonsense."
"Yes, yes! We don't know how to count. I heard your son-in-law is very capable. Can you arrange a job for my child?"
"Is Yunjing Hospital's technology very good? My old man wants to go for a physical examination. Your son-in-law is so capable, can you arrange a way for him?"
“…”
Compliments came one after another. Jiang Siyue listened with a bad premonition in her heart. She turned her head to look at Zhou Hong, and sure enough, she was smiling happily.
"Oh, Siyue is sensible and didn't argue with you elders. My son-in-law..."
A surge of inexplicable anger rose in my heart, and a strong feeling of being deceived came over me. Looking at Zhou Hong's boasting, which was 80% fake, my eyes became sore and dry and painful when the cool wind blew.
After a long time, she found her voice and said word by word: "What's the use of saying sorry? You just talk." She looked at Zhou Hong with dissatisfaction in her eyes, as if questioning herself why she didn't cooperate.
She regretted her momentary soft-heartedness, smiled, and turned away.
Zhou Hong shouted, "Go! Where are you going? You have a bad temper! Are you giving me face?!"
Jiang Siyue rubbed her dry eyes and quickened her pace.
…
The quilt completely covered her head. Jiang Siyue was breathing heavily, feeling dizzy and her eyes were dry and painful, but not a single tear came out.
Besides sadness, hatred gradually filled my heart. I hated why I stopped Zhou Hong just now, thinking that she would really seek justice for me.
Zhou Hongming has always hated her own sensitivity.
After a light night's sleep, the crowing of the rooster in the early morning in the countryside is the best alarm clock. I get up in a daze, and the ground feels like cotton. I don't know where I lost my slippers yesterday, so I just go out barefoot.
The door opened, and the yawn that was halfway through seemed to be paused.
In the misty smoke, Zhao Yan was wearing a black shirt with his sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms. His face was pale and hazy, as if he was dreaming while still half asleep.
A clear breeze blew by, and Jiang Siyue, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, shivered. In the fog, Zhao Yan's handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes again?"
As soon as the clear and melodious voice sounded, Jiang Siyue was sure it wasn't a dream. Zhao Yan really appeared before her, his big eyes filled with bewilderment. "Why are you here? Are you on a plane?" Without waiting for Zhao Yan to speak, he said in a deep voice, "My mom called you?"
"Okay, drive." Zhao Yan nodded.
Jiang Siyue stared at the dark circles under his eyes, feeling a little distressed. She grabbed her hair in annoyance. Zhao Yan took her hand and he walked in naturally.
No one had been home in the country for a long time, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dust. I was afraid that he would show a look of disgust, so I felt uneasy and nervous. After thinking for a moment, I said, "Do you want to rest? Let me clean up for you first."
"No need." Zhao Yan refused calmly, stopping in front of the two rooms, "Which one is yours?"
Jiang Siyue pointed to the room and watched his back as he walked in. The tension in her heart reached its peak, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand.
"Where's the light?"
"Ah? Oh." Jiang Siyue walked forward quickly and turned on the light in the room. The light was dim and even her face couldn't be clearly seen. She couldn't help but say awkwardly, "It's a little dark."
"Yeah, it's okay." Zhao Yan looked away. Jiang Siyue's heart was pounding. She grabbed his hand and walked out, "Let's talk outside."
The inward force pulled her back, and Zhao Yan's helpless voice came from behind her, "It's fine here, don't bother anymore. Put on your shoes and coat." He bent down and put the shoes in front of her.
From beginning to end, Zhao Yan's expression was very natural, without any trace of disgust, as if this place was just like Yun Jing's home.
After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang Siyue sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to put on her shoes. "You don't need to come for such a trivial matter. My mother...you can also refuse her."
Zhao Yan, who even loathed high-end dinners, would likely find this kind of traditional funeral, with its elaborate rituals, even more difficult to accept. Furthermore, Zhao Yan would likely be given a white scarf, something like that... it was hard to imagine what it would look like on Zhao Yan's head.
"I'm not here for a funeral."
"What is that?" Jiang Siyue stopped tying her shoelaces and looked up at him curiously.
Zhao Yan raised the corner of his mouth quickly, took two steps and squatted in front of her. He picked up the other shoe, untied the laces, and put it on for her. He tied the laces slowly and methodically, "Catch a runaway."
Jiang Siyue's eyes were round and round. Could this be talking about herself?
Zhao Yan, who was squatting, looked up and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Jiang Siyue, what did you tell me yesterday? You were comforting a friend who had broken up at a friend's house." After tying his shoelaces, Zhao Yan still squatted and looked at her, his hands casually placed on his knees, his eyes full of interest.
"I—" Jiang Siyue fell silent. She had completely forgotten the excuse she had made yesterday. "I just don't think this family is friendly. There's no need for you to come!"
Zhao Yan stopped smiling, his dark eyes staring straight at her quietly, "It's okay to run away from home."
"No!" Jiang Siyue was anxious. "I didn't run away from home. I really didn't feel the need to tell you. I didn't want to come either. Really! My mom forced me to come, otherwise I definitely wouldn't come!"
"I misunderstood you that day. It's my fault." Zhao Yan held her anxious hand and said slowly, "You have the right to be willful and have a bad temper."
Something in her heart seemed to be hit, Jiang Siyue's lips trembled slightly, and she didn't know what to say to reply him.
Should I smile and say that I’m not that pretentious?
Too unconvincing.
Or should I get even angrier to verify the truth of what he said?
It doesn't seem necessary.
But...but...a little anger welled up in her heart. She was angry at why he said such a dilemma. In anger, Jiang Siyue pushed him.
Zhao Yan steadied himself against the wall, his face devoid of any impatience as he said sincerely, "I'm sorry. It's my fault. What can you do to make me forgive you?" Before coming, he had asked Sun Yao, Zhou Yan, and others in the group chat, and everyone said that giving bags or jewelry would fix it. He tentatively asked, "Bags or jewelry? Anything else is fine, too."
Not liking either of the two options, Jiang Siyue curled her lips, her eyes misty, and said aggrievedly: "No, you..."
"I know how to choose." Zhao Yan interrupted her, "I immediately picked the most expensive one."
"No, I—"
Zhao Yan hooked his hands around her shoulders and pressed his lips against hers, successfully blocking her from saying anything else.
He must have been standing outside for a long time. His lips were cool, but when his tongue probed in, they felt intensely hot. Jiang Siyue's first reaction was to pull back, but Zhao Yan held her and deepened the kiss.
Before she lost consciousness, Zhao Yan finally let her go, with a slight smile on his lips and a suspicious glint of water on them.
It was difficult to think of anything else with a dizzy mind. After hesitating for a few seconds, Jiang Siyue said quickly: "...I haven't forgiven you yet!"
"Hmm." Zhao Yan pretended to think, then said seriously, "How about giving you a paper?"
"Hiss--" Jiang Siyue froze in place, she was completely frightened. The overwhelming wealth suddenly fell on her head, and she felt a little dizzy.
Zhao Yan continued to press forward, "Two?"
Who could resist the temptation of two core articles? Jiang Siyue got off the bed, tiptoed and kissed him on the lips.
She rarely takes the initiative. After sticking close for a while, she carefully thought about her next move. Then, Zhao Yan grabbed her waist and pulled her in, forcefully taking back the initiative.
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