Yafei immediately stopped the broom she was holding in mid-air and turned around to look at Lin Wangshu with a puzzled expression.
Jiang Changyi thought there was still a chance to turn things around, so he paused in his escape and a look of joy appeared on his face.
But Lin Wangshu was probably going to disappoint him, and slowly said, "Before you leave, take your trash with you, don't make my place dirty."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changyi's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly looked up at Lin Wangshu, his eyes filled with resentment.
He grabbed An Ran and started to leave, saying, "Let's go, ignore her."
An Ran looked at his flustered appearance. Although she found it strange, her trust in him outweighed her reason, and she walked out with some doubt.
“Anran, I’ve kept all the letters that the man next to you wrote to me back then.”
"Although I'm not patient enough to read it, I think you'd probably be very willing to read it."
Lin Wangshu shouted loudly at their backs. Everyone was surprised by what he said, and Yafei opened her mouth wide, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of watching a show.
As expected, An Ran stopped in her tracks, her voice trembling, "Where?"
Under Jiang Weidong's astonished gaze, Lin Wangshu belatedly realized her guilt and, gritting her teeth, rummaged through the room and pulled out the small iron box that had been hidden in the corner.
"Here, this is his true face." Lin Wangshu handed the things to An Ran.
An Ran took it in a daze, feeling its weight in her hand. She looked at Jiang Changyi and smiled sarcastically, "Looks like you've written quite a few letters."
After saying that, ignoring Jiang Changyi's hesitant expression, she opened the top letter and looked at the tender sentences he had never written to her before.
An Ran's eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face, soaking the ink on the letter.
Unwilling to look any further, An Ran looked at Jiang Changyi with disappointment and angrily questioned, "Didn't you say you were innocent? This is clearly your handwriting. What else do you have to say for yourself?"
Seeing that the evidence was irrefutable, Jiang Changyi was too lazy to explain and said rather shamelessly, "It was indeed written by me. Think whatever you want."
After saying that, he ignored An Ran and left without looking back.
Jiang Changyi's irresponsible attitude surprised everyone present.
Seeing that he had left, Yafei was very unwilling. She quickly followed him into the yard, picked up the water that Anjie had left over from washing clothes, and splashed it all over Jiang Changyi.
When she saw Jiang Changyi looking like a drowned rat, Yafei put her hands on her hips and laughed heartily. She had been holding back her anger for so many years, and today she finally let it out. It felt so good!
Jiang Changyi was drenched in cold water and pointed at Yafei, cursing, "Jiang Yafei, you shrew!"
Yafei shook her head at him smugly, "Even if I'm a shrew, I'm still better than a petty person like you. Now get lost, or next time I won't just throw water!"
As she spoke, she glanced at the toilet in the corner of the yard, her meaning clear.
Jiang Changyi knew she was capable of such a thing, and angrily left behind the words "You wait," before fleeing as if his life depended on it.
Inside the house, Dehua was heartbroken. "What kind of karma has this family created? How could such a thing have come up in the Jiang family!"
Although Jiang Defu had long seen through his true nature, he still couldn't help but sigh. He felt sorry for his deceased second brother.
An Ran, who had been left behind, looked at Lin Wangshu with red eyes and said, "Are you satisfied now? You are better than me in every way. Now even men are just picking up what you don't want."
Lin Wangshu found her words absurd and laughable. "Are you hating the wrong person? The one who harmed you is Jiang Changyi, isn't he? Why are you yelling at me now?"
"And do you think Jiang Changyi likes me? You're ridiculous. A person like him only loves himself."
“He can even ignore his own mother who raised him with great difficulty, so how can you expect him to have any affection for others?”
An Ran was incredulous. Could it be that all their years of affection had been nothing but pretense?
“Then he…” An Ran pursed her chapped lips and asked with difficulty, “If he doesn’t like you, why would he write you that kind of letter?”
"Of course it's for revenge!" Lin Wangshu sneered. "He thinks my mother looks down on him, so he wants to use me to disgust my mother."
"I just ignored him. After being rebuffed by me, he naturally set his sights on you. I never expected that you two would find yourselves so like-minded and hit it off so well!"
An Jie never expected Jiang Changyi to be so vindictive. The thought of his despicable thoughts disgusted her.
Jiang Weidong also frowned, feeling regretful. If he had known that Jiang Changyi had coveted Wang Shu, he should have kicked him a few more times back then.
An Ran was deeply shocked and murmured, "So I was just a tool, a tool for his revenge..."
At this moment, she suddenly remembered An Xin's evaluation of Jiang Changyi: "He looks simple but is bitter at heart, cold-hearted and ungrateful, and untrustworthy."
An Ran initially dismissed the idea, believing that her mother was prejudiced against Jiang Changyi and was deliberately slandering him.
Looking back now, An Xin's assessment has come true in every way.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Anran could no longer stay there. She staggered out and ran away.
Now the house was completely quiet, and An Jie breathed a sigh of relief. She first urged Jiang Defu to call the dock, and then urged Jiang Weidong and Lin Wangshu to go back and rest.
Finally, they kept Afi, who was trying to slip away, and asked her to help clean up the mess.
Dehua, seeing Jiang Defu's pale face, wanted to stay and say a few words of comfort.
But Old Ding dragged her away, half-pulling her along. With Dehua's sharp tongue, Old Ding was afraid she would add fuel to the fire.
Back inside, Jiang Weidong sat upright in a chair, looking like he was about to interrogate someone. "Well, you little moon, why did you keep the fact that Jiang Changyi wrote you a letter a secret from me?"
Lin Wangshu chuckled guiltily, then hugged him affectionately, saying, "I forgot, he's not an important person."
"Besides, my Weidong is so handsome and dashing, when I see you, how could I think of anyone else?"
"If I hadn't seen those two today, I wouldn't have thought of these old papers."
Speaking of which, Lin Wangshu's skill in coaxing people is no less than Jiang Weidong's. With just a few words, she made Jiang Weidong unable to suppress his smile.
Hugging Lin Wangshu, who was snuggling close to him, Jiang Weidong said happily, "What's so strange about him writing love letters? Your husband will write you love poems from now on!"
Jiang Weidong? Love poems? Lin Wangshu dared not have any expectations. With his pitiful literary skills, what kind of poems could he possibly write?
Since he was so enthusiastic, Lin Wangshu didn't want to discourage him, so she could only chuckle and say, "Alright, then I'll wait and see."
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