Chapter 45 "But two months is a very long time..."
Clearly, Jiang Hanyu had never considered him in this matter.
Jiang An, being of a certain nature, would not bring up such a matter on purpose.
Having lived in the Jiang family for so many years, he was used to the infighting within the family. It wasn't his style to openly clash with the Jiang family over a house, a piece of land, or a project.
Even Yao Fei was surprised that he would make a special trip back to the Jiang family to bring up this matter.
Jiang Hanyu wasn't here today. Yao Fei took a sip of tea expressionlessly and said, "Jiang An, your father has already completed the transfer of ownership of the villa in Xihong. It now belongs to me and your two brothers. This matter was settled a few months ago. You're coming back now and asking for the villa in Xihong..."
She paused briefly, then said, "I want to know why."
“What else could it be?” Jiang Qi replied, his eyes fixed on Jiang An, “He couldn’t stand that Dad didn’t give him a set.”
Jiang Xu sat on the sofa, legs crossed, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said, "Jiang An, it's so easy for you to want a house, but you insist on having a house in Xihong. Are you not planning to live in peace?"
Jiang An was already used to their way of speaking.
When Jiang Hanyu was around, they could still pretend to be brothers, but when Jiang Hanyu was gone, the brotherly affection turned into open and covert attacks, with barbs and daggers between them. He walked to the other end of the sofa with a blank expression, sat down, looked at the three of them, and said, "Yes, it's easy for me to have a house, but what I want now is a house in Xihong."
He spoke calmly, yet beneath that calm lay a turbulent undercurrent.
Yao Fei, Jiang Xu, and Jiang Qi exchanged glances, each revealing an unusual coldness and hatred in the other's eyes. They hadn't been able to kill Jiang An when he was young, and they had no chance now that he was older. But not having a chance didn't mean they could let him stand above them and act arrogantly. Why should he take away what rightfully belonged to them with just a word?
He doesn't deserve it.
They weren't even qualified to receive it.
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The servants cleaning around didn't dare to breathe when they saw this. They had worked for the Jiang family for so many years and were well aware of the undercurrents between their masters. They knew that as long as Jiang An returned, these undercurrents would only become more intense and turbulent.
After an unknown amount of time, Yao Fei slowly spoke, "Jiang An, you own numerous properties. What don't you have? There's no point in you fighting with us for the house in Xihong. What good will it do? Even if you win it, your father will give us something else, just like before." Yao Fei slowly met Jiang An's eyes, her gaze both loving and cold, her smile carrying a chill, "It seems like I've given it to you, but in reality, you've gained nothing. Why bother?"
Jiang An gently turned the watch on his wrist, finding Yao Fei's words quite interesting.
She still used Jiang Hanyu's love to 'threaten' him, just like when they were children. He didn't need Jiang Hanyu's love when he was young, but did he need it now that he was grown up? However, every time he saw her use this trick, with that heartfelt arrogance, satisfaction, and smugness, he didn't want to expose her. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but Yao Fei's unwavering belief made it pointless for him to expose her.
Since she feels that Jiang Hanyu's love is so important and so unattainable to her, then let her feel that way.
"So I'm not back today to discuss things with you, but to inform you." Jiang An slowly leaned forward, looking at Yao Fei. "You know I'm a very efficient person. If I'm informing you today, I need to hear back within ten days at the latest."
"What kind of tone is that!" Jiang Qi roared angrily. "Notify me? Are you even included?!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang An's gaze slowly fell upon Jiang Qi.
His eyes were always cold, like a sharp sword, just like when he first came to the Jiang family as a child. It was a winter day with sub-zero temperatures, he was wearing thin, loose adult clothes, his hair was messy, and his face was dark. Only his eyes were cold and piercing, as if no wind or frost could crush him, and no weapon could kill him.
Jiang Qi had seen Jiang An's gaze countless times, yet each time he was still shocked by it.
He subconsciously took half a step back, moving to Yao Fei's side.
Yao Fei met Jiang An's gaze calmly and said, word by word, "Jiang An, you can have anything else, but not the house in Xihong. It was a birthday gift from your father to the three of us, so it has a different meaning."
He looked into her eyes. "Can you stop her?"
Yao Fei: "..."
It couldn't be stopped.
But there's no reason for him to take it away so easily time and time again.
Yao Fei lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the ruthlessness in them, and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll talk to your dad when he gets back."
"mom!"
"mom!"
Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi spoke at the same time.
Yao Fei waved her hand, indicating that they didn't need to say anything more, "The Jiang family didn't offer you a meal today."
It means they're about to kick people out.
The Jiang family's house is going to be vacated by their descendants.
Jiang An smiled and slowly stood up. "Waiting for your news, Aunt Yao."
After saying that, he strode towards the door.
Jiang Qi watched his departing figure, then angrily picked up a vase from the table and threw it at his back. Jiang Xu immediately stopped him and whispered, "Don't cause trouble."
"Don't cause trouble!?" Jiang Qi glared at Jiang Xu, furious. "This isn't the first time. Why should we give him whatever he wants? Is this still the Jiang family? Why don't we just bring his dead mother into the Jiang family and make her our ancestor!"
"What are you saying in anger?" Jiang Xu frowned. "You don't act like a young master of the Jiang family at all."
Jiang Qi was furious. "You're afraid of him? I'm not!"
Yao Fei frowned as she looked at Jiang Qi, and said with pursed lips, "This isn't about being afraid or not. If you're afraid of him, he'll still do it. If you're not afraid of him, he'll still do it. Over the years, haven't you seen enough of his ruthless temper?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi's eyes gradually dimmed, and he staggered back to his seat, muttering, "Yes, he's the head of the Jiang family now. If he wants something, it's just a matter of a word."
Yao Fei took a sip of tea, her words carrying a profound meaning, "You don't need to be so sad. Nothing lasts forever, and no one can be lucky forever."
Jiang Xu looked at Yao Fei and asked, "Mom, do you have any other plans?"
Yao Fei chuckled, "Let's talk about it after Wen Lingshuang gets married. There are decades in the future. Things can change in ten years. Who can guarantee what will happen next? Jiang An was able to go from having nothing to having everything, so he can also go from having everything to having nothing."
Looking out the window, she said, "These flowers are so beautiful. It's a pity they're kept indoors every day and have never seen the outside scenery. Li Shen, let's transplant those potted plants to the yard."
Li Shen looked at the few potted plants. They were all specially cultivated and needed specific environments, humidity, and air conditions to grow steadily.
Transplanting it into the yard will only lead to its demise.
However, since his wife had given the order, he dared not disobey.
*
With the wedding day approaching, both the Wen and Jiang families were extremely busy. According to the Wen family's rules, they could not meet with the groom for two months before the wedding. As the two-month period was about to arrive, Wen Lingshuang took the initiative to invite Jiang An out for a meal, which could be considered the 'last meeting'.
Jiang An arrived in a bespoke suit and saw Wen Lingshuang sitting at the table waiting for him as he entered the restaurant.
He raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
They agreed to meet at six o'clock, but he arrived at five forty. How come she arrived before him?
He walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, met her eyes, and chuckled, "So early?"
Wen Lingshuang rested her chin on her hands as she looked him over, a satisfied smile in her eyes, and said, "You look really good in that suit today."
"Just a suit?"
Wen Lingshuang gave him a charming glare, "As for the person, I've already got her, so it doesn't matter if she's good-looking or not."
Jiang An shook his head helplessly.
Seeing his expression, Wen Lingshuang smiled and said, "After today, we won't be able to see each other tomorrow. We'll meet again in two months."
He hadn't thought two months was a long time before, but now, hearing her say that, it felt like an eternity. He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Can't we break the rules?"
“It’s not impossible,” Wen Lingshuang blinked. “It’s just that my mother said if we meet in private, we will definitely get divorced within three years of marriage.”
This is not a lie.
It's a true story.
The Wen family really does have this kind of rule.
Jiang An's expression turned serious. He put down his wine glass and said, "Then we won't meet."
Hearing this, I get the feeling that we're breaking up.
Wen Lingshuang pouted and asked, "Will you miss me?"
Jiang An opened his mouth, about to speak, but Wen Lingshuang suddenly raised her hand, signaling him to stop, and then said, "Anyway, I don't care whether you miss me or not, you have to call and text me every day, otherwise I'll consider you to be cheating on me."
Jiang An: "..."
He smiled and said, "You underestimate your own charm and overestimate the abilities of other women."
"What's the meaning?"
The distance isn't close, but it's not far either.
As Wen Lingshuang looked into Jiang An's eyes, those inappropriate images flashed through her mind.
The girl sat on the table, with nothing beneath her skirt.
The man crouched beneath the skirt, which concealed his lustful eyes.
How she grabbed his neat, short black hair.
And how he used his lips to attack step by step.
Wen Lingshuang suddenly felt incredibly hot. The smell Jiang An described might really be her 'smell'.
The taste of another mouth.
She clenched her fists, glared at him, and said, "You...you..."
After stammering for a while, unable to say anything else, he finally managed to squeeze out, "Anyway, just remember what I said: don't forget the phone calls and text messages!"
Jiang An nodded. "I'll remember."
Upon receiving his response, Wen Lingshuang felt a pang of disappointment. Leaning back in her seat, she said wistfully, "But two months is such a long time..."
She will miss him.
I really, really want to.
Jiang An listened to her words and smiled, saying, "It's okay. Two months is a long time, but at least we can stay together until dawn tonight."
Wen Lingshuang looked at him reluctantly, "Are you going to sit here and eat until dawn?"
"Eat?" Jiang An raised an eyebrow. "Sure, but we'll eat somewhere else."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
My inner thighs are burning.
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