Chapter 110 Happiness
Jiang Xia left without hesitation. If he had lingered even a second longer and spent more time with Wu Ming, he would have been letting himself down.
As I stepped into the elevator, my blurry reflection appeared on the elevator wall.
The face is not visible, but the posture is good.
He has been well taken care of by Wu Zhou and Zhan Lintian during this time, and he doesn't seem like a pitiful wretch who is heartbroken at all.
Jiang Xia thought of the disappointed look in Wu Ming's eyes.
After seeing his own state, his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment...
Jiang Xia chuckled, thinking to himself, "This is ridiculous. Does Wu Ming think he'll become lost and unable to eat after leaving me?"
If I were to break up with him abruptly, perhaps...
However, he had already prepared to leave Mengcheng long before Wu Zhou and Zhan Lintian appeared.
I've gradually gotten used to life without Wu Ming, my old friend.
The elevator arrived smoothly at the basement level amidst the silence of Jiangxia.
Jiang Xia took out her phone, about to contact the driver to pick her up near the elevator.
Coincidentally, just as he took out his phone, Wu Zhou sent him a message.
Are we going home now?
Jiang Xia kept his attention on the message as he walked forward, his footsteps echoing in the quiet garage.
There weren't many people around at the elevator entrance.
Only Zhang Wenxing stood beside the borrowed secondhand car, leaning against the passenger door, waiting for Wu Ming.
He has to take Wu Ming back later.
Bored, Zhang Wenxing was frantically sending messages to his friends to find out what was going on.
Most people kept quiet, but a small number of people with big mouths revealed a little bit to him.
After carefully examining the document, Zhang Wenxing clicked his tongue and muttered, "No wonder. I've been wondering about this for a while now..."
It should be noted that although Wu Ming is a womanizer, he is generous, and many of his lovers are willing to part ways amicably.
If Wu Ming wanted to go back to his exes, he only needed to say a few words, and those women would happily get back together with him.
How could anyone be so captivating and entangled in Wu Ming's thoughts?
If the other party is unwilling to reciprocate, it means that Wu Ming has most likely wronged them and deeply hurt their feelings.
After asking around, Zhang Wenxing pieced together some of the truth.
Is it possible that Wu Ming and Jiang Xia had a secret relationship?
As a result, Wu Ming's years of indulging in a life of pleasure outside broke Jiang Xia's heart...
but……
Although Zhang Wenxing was unaware of the changes in their relationship, he knew that Jiang Xia had worked hard on his own all these years and had not taken any money or resources from Wu Ming.
The main problem is that Wu Ming doesn't have any resources to offer.
Since most of the Wu family's assets were gradually swallowed up by Wu Zhou, those with ulterior motives who were betting on Wu Ming's rise to wealth would rather find a way to stalk Wu Zhou than bet on him.
As he was thinking, he heard footsteps.
The garage was quiet; the noise from outside couldn't reach the innermost part of it.
The footsteps were unhurried and approached step by step. Zhang Wenxing instinctively looked up and saw Jiang Xia walking in his direction.
The garage lights were on, but it was still dim, not as dim as outside. Zhang Wenxing stared at Jiang Xia's face, trying to make out his expression.
But there can only be one conclusion: Mashiro...
It was a porcelain-like, warm white, like a blank sheet of paper, allowing one to clearly see his expression—peaceful, composed, without anger or resentment.
Zhang Wenxing quickly stubbed out his cigarette.
He stammered, which was unusual for him: "Um...you guys are done talking?"
Jiang Xia didn't recognize him; perhaps they had met before, or perhaps not.
"My name is Zhang Wenxing!" the other person suddenly introduced himself, seemingly apologetically. "Let me take you home."
Zhang Wenxing really felt bad for Jiang Xia. If it weren't for his help, Wu Ming wouldn't have ruined Jiang Xia's mood.
He still remembers the scene he saw in the neighborhood: Jiang Xia sitting in the pavilion, his eyes full of joy.
Zhang Wenxing rubbed his hair: "It's hard to get a taxi in this parking garage."
Jiang Xia smiled and said, "Thank you, but no need."
"Oh? Then how are you going to get back? I have something to tell you."
Jiang Xia glanced at his phone: "Someone's coming to pick me up."
He looked up: "If it's for Wu Ming's sake, then no need."
Seeing that he was angry, Zhang Wenxing hurriedly said "Hey," indicating that he didn't mean it that way.
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar car pulled up and slowly came to a stop in front of him.
The driver rolled down the window and said to him, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wu asked me to pick you up and take you home."
Wu Zhou had his driver keep an eye on him and keep a close watch on his movements.
Just now, Wu Zhou sent him a message.
"I've sent a driver to pick you up, did you see?"
Wu Zhou was no longer capable of sending people to monitor him; the reason he received the news was because of the message from the person monitoring Wu Ming.
Jiang Xia looked at the message on her phone.
Wu Zhou: "Let's go home and have dinner first."
Jiang Xia looked down at the message for a long while...
"Going home for dinner"—these four simple words signify that I have finally settled down in Montreal.
No longer am I alone...
Jiang Xia suddenly felt a strong urge to see him, to talk about this, and to get rid of all the frustration in her heart.
Jiang Xia nodded to Zhang Wenxing, smiled, and got into the car arranged by Wu Zhou.
The black van drove away, and Zhang Wenxing stared blankly at the headlights.
He hung his head in disappointment.
He was somewhat dazed. In his circle of friends, everyone knew Jiang Xia and knew that he was Wu Ming's friend.
Wu Ming "guarded" him with an almost stubborn attitude. Some people wanted Wu Ming to take Jiang Xia along to play, but Wu Ming refused with a smile.
Everyone had no choice but to give up... There was no need to make a scene over Jiang Xia and Young Master Wu.
They were such good friends after all...
In the past, Zhang Wenxing would never have imagined that Wu Ming and Jiang Xia would go their separate ways...
It's probably for the best that we broke up...
Zhang Wenxing clicked his tongue, it seemed that Jiang Xia was living a very happy life now.
He watched as the car's headlights disappeared completely; it must be Jiang Xia's current lover's car.
A private car worth over a million, he's very rich... I can tell someone spent a fortune on a fireworks show to make him smile last time.
Zhang Wenxing thought to himself, "It's normal to have a car like this."
He suddenly squinted. Why did this car look so familiar?
But it seems like I've seen it somewhere before?
Soon after, Wu Ming became lost in thought, got into the car, and remained silent.
Zhang Wenxing didn't have time to see whether he was crying or laughing, and asked, "Among the people we know, who owns a black Lexus LM?"
They do own quite a few sports cars, but they don't really have many commercial vehicles.
Wu Ming, with a stuffy nose, said, "What? I didn't know. Aren't commercial vehicles usually used for business? My brother has one."
What's the license plate number?
"I don't know, the last four digits should be 890."
Zhang Wenxing's lips twitched; it seemed like that car from earlier was one of them...
Wu Ming asked, "Why are you asking this?"
"Hehe, it's nothing..."
now.
Jiang Xia got into the car and on the way back to the community, he passed a school. There were always many vendors setting up stalls near the school gate.
He glanced around and suddenly called out, "Stop for a minute, I need to buy something."
...
As soon as Jiang Xia got home and opened the door, he saw Wu Zhou standing guard at the door.
"Welcome home," Wu Zhou said.
Jiang Xia blinked and looked at him.
Wu Zhou chuckled, put his arms around Jiang Xia's waist, and with a little effort, carried him from outside the door to inside.
Then, he gently hooked his arm around Jiang Xia's chest, and she looked up at him.
The two people looked into each other's eyes.
Jiang Xia was about to refuse, but Wu Zhou said, "Wenwen is asleep, and there's an auntie watching over her in the inner room. Don't worry about her suddenly jumping out."
Wu Zhou kissed Jiang Xia's forehead, then the corner of his eye, and then his cheek. He kissed him for a long time, and finally he wanted to kiss Jiang Xia's lips.
Jiang Xia stretched out his right hand to cover Mr. Wu's mouth.
Once he touches your lips, it will probably turn into a passionate, deep kiss, with lips and tongues intertwined, exchanging breaths...
Jiang Xia's face felt a little hot, and he said softly, "Let's come in and eat first, I... I'm a little hungry."
If we kiss again, it will be terrible.
The two were pressed tightly together below, and Wu Zhou could smell Jiang Xia's scent.
His voice was hoarse: "Are you hungry?"
Jiang Xia always felt that his question, "Are you hungry?" had another meaning.
It's really inconvenient to answer...
Jiang Xia wanted to get out of his arms, so she struggled.
But as soon as he moved slightly, Wu Zhou had a physiological reaction.
"you……"
Jiang Xia's lips trembled, and she stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her.
The other person's eyes were like those of a hungry wild beast, fixed on its prey, and the moisture from its breath dampened Jiang Xia's palms.
The man's large, hot thing pressed against him, and Jiang Xia thought of Wu Zhou using this...bad thing to bully him in broad daylight in a bright room.
It goes in slowly, seemingly gentle, but then it turns mischievous and rough...
If he keeps kissing me, I probably won't be able to eat lunch.
Jiang Xia took a step back, intending to leave.
Wu Zhou pressed forward, accidentally bumping into Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia gave a soft "hmm," her voice trembling: "Mmm..."
A note from the author:
Mr. Wu is really a bad guy [covering face and peeking]. He pretends to be gentle, but later he likes to press on Jiang Xia's sensitive areas and grind them in circles without going out. Jiang Xia was so stimulated that she couldn't stand it and was almost scared to death. She kept kicking her feet to relieve the pain.
I wonder if anyone noticed the difference in the description at the time.
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