Chapter 80 Chapter 80 The small piece of cloth stained with her scent...
"Angry?"
Xin Tong walked in front alone, feeling annoyed.
The winter night in Wucheng was hazy, the air filled with the delicate fragrance of wintersweet. A flock of sparrows, forming a line, suddenly jumped from the branches and flew into the sky.
"Before, you always teased me and I got angry. It's only reasonable for me to respond to you now."
The man's slow voice came from behind. It sounded like he was asking for a beating.
Xin Tong turned around abruptly.
"That's you who's angry, it's none of my business!"
She yelled loudly and angrily, the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. "A good photo has been ruined just like that."
Jiang Chongyan walked up to her calmly, without looking at her, and touched his nose.
“I think it’s a good shot.”
"Send it to me when you get back."
"Send you a head!"
"Are you really angry?" Jiang Chongyan looked down at her, narrowed his eyes, and thought for a few seconds, "Then I'll let you pinch me back now."
He let his hands hang down at his sides, bent down, covered Xin Tong in his shadow, and slightly moved his face closer.
"I won't fight back."
The two of them were very close. His warm breath slowly touched her face. In the cold wind, they stared at each other. Xin Tong saw his clear pupils, bright and clear, reflecting her own little self.
He lowered his head, moved his face closer, and put his hands behind his back, looking like he was doing whatever the emperor wanted.
...Why do you have such a handsome face?
Xin Tong's anger had inexplicably subsided. She snorted, curled her lips, looked at him, then turned her head to look at the wintersweets on the roadside, and then looked at him again.
"Then take off your pants."
“…”
Jiang Chongyan laughed. There was a hint of silence in his laughter. He straightened up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and tilted his head.
"Okay. Now go get a room, or go to my house."
"I'll take it off when we get there."
Just two short sentences, with a hint of sarcasm and unwillingness to give in. The relatively harmonious atmosphere was easily ruined by the words of the woman with a head full of dirty trash. The man was furious, staring at her face with his hands in his pockets.
However, he still underestimated the woman's lust.
Because he saw Xin Tong pause, then immediately took out his cell phone and tapped on it.
"What?"
"Take a ride. We're in a hurry. Forget your bike. Let's go to your house right now."
“…it’s turned off!”
He yelled. He snatched her phone, locked it, put it in his pocket, grabbed her arm, and strode forward with a sullen look on his face.
Xin Tong was pulled by him and laughed behind him.
He pulled the man to the front of the bicycle and sat on it first.
"Let's go. Let's take you home."
Xin Tong shook her head. "I don't want to go back."
The moon was dim and the stars were sparse. She looked up at the night sky. The bare, black branches by the roadside were cold and desolate. Where the sky and the ground met, a tinge of cool blue appeared. It was a cold blue, a lonely blue, a sad blue.
If she went back now, maybe He Chuan and He Tianqi would just be back from the banquet. She had come out because she was in a bad mood.
"Then where to go?"
Xin Tong lowered her head, touching her newly painted black nails. After a few seconds, she said honestly, "I just want to stay here."
Jiang Chongyan was stunned. "Are you standing here with me in the cold wind?"
Xin Tong nodded.
He hadn't expected that answer. It took him a moment to come back to his senses. He turned his head awkwardly, lowered his eyes to stare at the front wheel of the bicycle, and uttered a faint "hmm."
Suddenly, there was a "swish" sound of metal scraping. Xin Tong looked up and saw the young master in front of her quickly unzipping his coat and taking it off.
"What are you doing?" Xin Tong's eyes widened instantly. "Didn't you say you'd take it off when we get home? Why are you taking it off on the street?"
She suddenly remembered something important.
"And I want you to take off your pants."
"You're taking off your clothes in the wrong place!"
The next second, her head was completely enveloped by a thick, warm cloth. It blocked her view from above, carrying the man's scorching heat. Oud, pepper, vanilla, amber, the woody scent of a vast forest.
He hurriedly took it off and finally saw the light again. The next second, he saw the young master in front of him. He was wearing thin clothes, with his hands on the hood of the bicycle, and his face looked unhappy.
He had a sour face. His expression was speechless, and he glanced at her coldly.
……oh.
So that's what it means.
Xin Tong held the thick coat in her arms. After a moment of hesitation, she put it on.
She ran a few steps to the back of the bicycle, sat on it, and hugged his waist tightly.
“…haven’t started riding yet.”
She heard the man's voice coming from behind her, through her abdomen. It was a little hazy and low.
I haven't started riding yet. That means I don't need to hold it now.
Her ears, which were a little red from the cold wind, pressed against his warm back and rubbed against it unconsciously, hiding in his thick and hot breath, and her arms tightened even more.
After a few seconds he said, "Never mind."
Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her hand away.
But she held him tighter.
He spoke symbolically again.
She wouldn't let go.
In the end, the hand did not use force, did not stop, did not refuse, and then slowly retracted.
"They are pushing their limits."
The eldest young master's voice came from the front.
…
"Have you watched the news?" Xin Tong suddenly spoke during the quiet hug from behind.
"My dad took He Tianqi to a business banquet."
The moonlight tonight, everything that makes no sense. He didn't ask, but she finally took the initiative to say it at this moment.
Xin Tong's voice was soft, but her articulation was clear and pleasant. She spoke one sentence at a time, at a slow pace and in a calm tone.
"My father and mother came from similar social classes. Many years ago, my grandfather, my father's father-in-law, gave him some money as start-up capital. My father used that money to open a clothing factory by the river outside Wucheng."
"So he agreed to let me take my mother's surname."
"He worked hard on his own, and the clothing factory he built became what is now the Morikawa Group. He's incredibly powerful, and incredibly wealthy. Coming from an ordinary, well-off family, he became a first-generation rich. Some in the industry called him a nouveau riche, and some used the fact that I took my mother's surname to tease him privately, calling him a "marriage into the family." He knew all along, but he told me from a young age that I took my mother's surname out of his own free will."
"...But, I found that things don't seem to be like this."
Xin Tong fell into hazy memories.
"I don't know why, but I feel like he's becoming less and less willing to mention my name."
"He called me Tongtong and never called me by my full name again. During the holidays, when my family went to visit my grandpa, he wasn't happy when I played with him. Sometimes, when he and my mom quarreled and I spoke up for her, he would just sneer in silence, saying that the two Xins were of one mind."
"I couldn't understand his expression at the time. I just vaguely sensed a sense of anxiety and panic. He was clearly a big boss, with such a large group and company, and so many people bowing to him, so what was he anxious about?"
"My mother has been in poor health for many years. I know it's because she had a miscarriage before, which was very damaging to her body. Later, she recovered after careful nursing. I wanted to ask about that pregnancy, but they both avoided the topic and changed the subject."
Xin Tong was puzzled. These were mysteries that had remained unanswered for years.
Countless tiny details are buried deep in the long river of memory. In the daily life of daily necessities and the dazzling countless new things, these little things will be forgotten again and again, and the confusion will never be answered.
She lowered her eyes and continued:
"Then I grew up. I was living a life of luxury and debauchery outside, and he barely cared. He just indulged me and doted on me. He gave me the best diamond bags and shoes, and sent me to study glamorous fashion design. He was completely fine with people calling him a daughter slave."
"I have always believed that I would live a life of lawlessness, indulgence in sensual pleasures, and no worries."
"Until I received that call from Song Qingyun at a party at Yu Chengjin's house in San Francisco."
"It turns out that dreams can be shattered and life can change dramatically in just one moment."
…
Her voice was calm, lacking any hint of sadness or joy, but possessing a dreamlike charm. In a corner of the city late at night, she embraced the tall man from behind, his waist grasped by her. The winter wind blew coldly, the moonlight hazy.
Jiang Chongyan looked up at the night sky.
The clouds were light and he could see a crescent moon above his head.
"Hate them?"
He asked.
There was a long silence behind him.
Then he felt something small and furry against his back and then sway slightly.
——She nodded first, then shook her head.
Xin Tong let out a dejected breath. It was a breath of helplessness and despair, a breath of frustration and compromise after repeated struggles.
"…I tried. But I couldn't."
"She gave birth to me and raised me. She carried me to the hospital when I had a fever and stood up for me when I was bullied."
"When I was little, my father hadn't made his fortune yet. My family and I lived in a damp, tube-shaped building. It was shabby but happy."
"They have never lacked anything from me. I cannot completely deny the love they give me just because they pour the same love into another child as they do for me. I cannot treat them as enemies and call them to death just because they like another child more. I can't do that."
She was silent for a long time before she sniffed and spoke again, her voice hoarse and raspy.
"Actually, I understand. I'm really useless. Morikawa was built by my father single-handedly. We have a huge family business, and he has poured more than 20 years of his life into it. He must hand it over to someone he can trust. I've never been good at anything since I was a child, and I've been obsessed with playing around. It's reasonable for him not to give it to me."
——"It's just that I can't figure out one thing."
"They secretly adopted He Tianqi when I was six. He Tianqi was only two years old at the time. Why did they decide that I was not capable of such a big responsibility, but He Tianqi was, when both children were so young?"
Xin Tong couldn't figure out this problem.
Like her surname and the miscarriage that Xin Wenqing had suffered, they had all become mysteries from many years ago. She desperately and deeply wanted an answer, but no one gave it to her.
She sighed softly.
With a depressed look on his face, he muttered to himself:
"In the final analysis, maybe it's all because I'm so useless. I think as long as I can prove my ability, save Kelly, and do what others can't do, maybe they will look at me again."
Along the streets of Wucheng, the white wintersweets were in full bloom. Small clusters of yellow and white, round buds formed. The branches were withered, their fragrance intoxicating.
She looked at the tiny flower buds on the branches of the roadside grass. A gust of wind blew, and she hugged the man's waist tightly, burying herself deeper into his coat. She sniffed deeply, and the light, clear scent of wintersweet mingled with his clean, crisp scent.
"……Um."
She heard Jiang Chongyan say it. Just one simple word, without even moving his lips.
But she knew he was listening. He was patient and taciturn, but in her presence, he was used to listening.
Jiang Chongyan lowered his head and saw her folded hands on his abdomen. They were slender, flexible, and soft. Sometimes they would hold the hem of his clothes, sometimes they would pull on his sleeves, but now they were obediently hugging his waist tightly.
The skin color is light, with small black spots at the end. It's her new nails.
He looked down at his red nails, then raised his head and looked forward.
"Hold tight."
"Leave."
His voice drifted in the winter night of Wucheng filled with the fragrance of wintersweet.
*
Even if she doesn't go home, Xin Tong has somewhere to go.
For example, her personal studio has become her second home in the past few months.
Xin Tong led Jiang Chongyan upstairs and opened the door. This place was unknown to everyone except Quan Li. It was a completely private space, a safe house with 100% independent control. She gave Jiang Chongyan a new pair of slippers, indicating that he was allowed to enter.
However, the next second, when Jiang Chongyan came in, he saw a set of sexy lingerie placed on the table.
Black, lace, lines, and a few pieces of meager cloth.
Just lying there without any cover.
His pupils trembled instantly.
Frozen in place.
She has a set of sexy lingerie.
This kind of clothes cannot be worn by oneself for fun. It is only worn when there is someone else.
Who was she with?
Jiang Chongyan felt like he was hit on the back of the head with a stick and poured with cold water.
Xin Tong had redesigned and revised her graduation project several times since she'd thrown the scrapped draft to He Tianqi. She was currently on leave, having yet to complete her four years of university. While it might be a sham diploma, it was better than nothing. She thought bitterly that, aside from Kelly, she'd never been so devoted to anything in her life.
Xin Tong walked forward, hooked the cloth with her right index finger, and held it in her hand.
Then he unfolded it with his left and right hands, revealing its complete shape, and displayed it in front of the man who had been completely petrified.
"What do you think of this dress?"
After a long time, the man's lips moved twice.
"…I think?"
My Adam's apple rolled up and down, my throat felt blocked, like a ball of cotton. My heart felt swollen, and I couldn't say anything.
"Why should I feel that way?" His eyes slowly moved from the dress to her face.
"Give me some suggestions."
"What do you think is wrong?"
Jiang Chongyan's hands hanging by his side suddenly tightened.
Something struck him hard in the heart.
"Are you asking me?"
"Of course I'm asking you." Xin Tong compared herself a few times. "I washed this one and tried it on last night. But I always feel like something's not quite right. Like, could the color be a little lighter? Tsk, I can't really put my finger on it. Sometimes, you're the one in the loop and can't see for yourself, so you're the only one I can ask."
I can't ask Jiang Yuanbin, right? Xin Tong didn't want to piss the old man off to death.
So I can only ask you.
She lowered her head and muttered something about how she felt it wasn't pretty enough. Suddenly, she heard a "bang" sound above her head.
She shuddered with fear.
I looked up and saw the man standing at the entrance suddenly took a few steps back and his back hit the wall.
“…I don’t accept that.”
Jiang Chongyan bit his back teeth, used great strength to turn his face away, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and his hands clenched into fists.
He still felt it was not enough, he closed his eyes and emphasized indifferently,
"I won't accept that."
"You don't accept it?" Xin Tong was stunned and looked at the sexy lingerie in her hand.
"Okay."
"It seems this has quite a few shortcomings. Well, another one is wasted."
Xin Tong has had a ton of scrapped drafts in the past few months. When she was working on the new spring/summer season plan by herself, she spent days in the studio, throwing away tons of drafts before finally getting a finished product. (Xu Song, I heard you're still working on something original. Working too much is really worrying about your mental state.)
Xin Tong sighed.
She casually took out a brand new, clean bag from the drawer next to her, opened it, put the underwear in it, and handed it to him sullenly.
"Please help me take out the trash when you go down."
The thing was held out, but no one took it for a long time.
She looked up and saw the expression on Jiang Chongyan's face flickering.
"This is..." he suddenly said.
"My graduation project."
Xin Tong replied.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a very indescribable expression on the young master's face.
"If you think it doesn't look good, just let me change it. Why were you so excited just now?"
"You don't accept...what do you not accept?"
It was quiet all around.
Jiang Chongyan pursed his lips, grabbed the bag, turned around and left.
Xin Tong stared at his back in confusion.
...He was angry again.
*
Jiang Chongyan went downstairs and didn't throw it away.
Even if the money is useless, it can't be thrown away so easily. It can be modified and used again and again. This person thinks of one thing after another every day. What if he is asked to do it again in the future?
He frowned, stared at the bag in his hand for a while, hung it on the handlebars of the bicycle with an expressionless face, and walked away.
When I got home, I threw the bag on the living room table and went to take a shower.
When I came out, I saw both dogs barking around the table, each trying to climb up, their eyes fixed on the bag in the middle of the table.
Jiang Chongyan suddenly remembered.
Xin Tong said that she washed the underwear and tried it on herself last night.
It had her scent on it.
The dogs had very sharp noses. The two dogs hadn't seen Xin Tong for a long time, and the familiar scent suddenly appeared in the house. Without thinking, they barked and wanted to climb onto the table to dig. However, because the table was too high, the two fat dogs couldn't get up.
“…”
Jiang Chongyan frowned and slapped both dogs away in a cold voice.
He looked around and saw that there were hardly any closed cabinets or drawers in the living room; everything was open. Two dogs at his feet looked up at him with their tongues hanging out. He carried the bag into his bedroom.
Just stuffed it into the closet.
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