Chapter 42 No need to come to the Jin family anymore
Jiang Xingyao didn't know where Jin Qingyu got his certainty from; she just found it inexplicable.
When the car stopped, Jin Qingyu opened the door and looked at the familiar place in front of him. Jiang Xingyao's face instantly turned pale.
Jin Qingyu brought her to Wangshan Manor, not just anywhere.
"What are you planning to do now?" Jiang Xingyao asked again, her voice trembling.
Jiang Xingyao's unusual behavior naturally did not escape Jin Qingyu's notice.
His hand, still on the car door, tightened slightly, but he quickly softened his expression and promised Jiang Xingyao, "Yaoyao, trust me this once, okay? I promise you'll like it."
Jin Qingyu hooked his fingertips around Jiang Xingyao's fingertips, his movements slow and deliberate, as if testing her intentions. His gaze lingered on Jiang Xingyao's profile.
Jiang Xingyao's attention was entirely focused on the house in front of her.
She never came back after that day.
Looking at the tightly closed door now, she can almost picture the despair she felt when she pushed it open.
She dared not push open the door; she was afraid of seeing the exact same scene as that day again.
"Yaoyao, trust me." Jin Qingyu repeated, then with a flick of his wrist, he grasped Jiang Xingyao's hand in his own and forcefully pushed open the door with her.
The sunlight inside the door seemed a bit more dazzling than that outside.
Jiang Xingyao's vision blurred for a brief moment.
Only then did I see the scene inside the courtyard.
The mess on the ground was cleaned up, the scattered rose vines were repaired, and some that had fallen to the ground were re-supported with simple frames made of wooden sticks.
There seems to be a faint fragrance in the air.
Jin Qingyu said, "Yaoyao, you're right. I can't make your grandfather plant roses for you again, but I've done my best to repair the roses that he planted."
The room has been restored to its original state.
He took Jiang Xingyao's hand and led her into the house while talking to her.
Even though the rose vines are no longer broken, they are no longer the same as they were originally.
Jiang Xingyao looked dazed; she seemed to still see her grandfather standing by the flower stand, helping her tend to the roses.
A gentle breeze blows, and you can almost hear the tinkling sound, like the wind chimes that her grandfather made for her.
Jiang Xingyao tilted her head slightly, looking at the tall man beside her. She vaguely remembered that when she was very young, her grandfather also liked to hold her hand like this.
Pushing open the living room door, Jiang Xingyao could still smell the faint fragrance of roses in the air, just like the clearest scent in her memory.
The heart, riddled with holes, seemed to be healed by the fragrance of roses.
But the next moment, Jiang Xingyao's pupils suddenly froze.
She saw a woman in a white dress sitting on the sofa directly in front of her, with a bunch of bright red roses in front of her.
The bright red petals resembled Jiang Xingyao's heart, which was bleeding silently.
All her memories and fantasies shattered inch by inch. Jiang Xingyao stared at Jin Qingyu: "Is this the surprise you prepared for me?"
"Secretary Jiang, what are you doing here?" Jin Qingyu was also momentarily stunned. He questioned the woman on the sofa.
Jiang Cancan walked over directly with the bouquet of red roses and said, "I heard that President Jin wanted to apologize to my sister here. I was also at fault in that matter, so I specially bought these flowers, sister..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xingyao swung her hand and knocked the bouquet of flowers from her hand to the ground.
The red roses were smashed to pieces.
Each crimson petal resembled Jiang Xingyao's shattered heart.
"Sister, I've come here sincerely to apologize, I..."
"You told her? You two are deliberately making fun of me here?" My mind, which had been somewhat dazed the whole way, suddenly returned at this moment.
Jiang Xingyao looked at Jin Qingyu.
The man before her was her husband, the man she had looked up to for eight years. At this moment, Jiang Xingyao found his face utterly terrifying.
She couldn't understand how cruel a person could be to destroy her memories completely and then trample on her dignity a second time.
This place, which holds her most cherished memories, now feels like a nightmare.
In this vast manor, when she saw it, she no longer thought of her grandfather, but rather that behind every door, there was always Jiang Cancan sitting.
It's like an endless cycle.
“I didn’t, Yao Yao, I…” Jin Qingyu began to explain.
But his voice, every word he uttered, was like a sharp knife, enough to slowly tear Jiang Xingyao's heart apart.
My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and a metallic taste filled my throat.
Jiang Xingyao clutched her chest, trembling as she backed away.
The woman seemed to have all her strength drained away in that instant. In Jin Qingyu's memory, Jiang Xingyao, who used to walk briskly in high heels and shine brightly at the banquet, now seemed unable to even walk.
Jin Qingyu also felt an indescribable bitterness rising in his heart.
He reached out to help Jiang Xingyao, but met the woman's disgusted eyes.
Jiang Xingyao said, "Don't come any closer, don't follow me, Jin Qingyu, I'm scared, please, don't come any closer."
His voice was trembling uncontrollably.
Jin Qingyu's raised hand remained frozen in mid-air.
He watched Jiang Xingyao slowly and laboriously walk out the door. He wanted to follow her, but as soon as he took a step, Jiang Xingyao stopped him sharply: "Don't come any closer, don't come near me."
That incomparably handsome face, the face she had carefully copied countless times throughout her youth, now resembled a monstrous demon crawling out of hell, mocking her helplessness and fear with a playful attitude.
The summer sun was blazing, but Jiang Xingyao seemed to have suddenly lost her warmth.
She was so cold that her bones were trembling.
She didn't even know how she got out of Wangshan Manor.
A sports car sped past and stopped in front of Jiang Xingyao. Qin Jiangnan poked half his head out of the car and asked, "Shall I take you away?"
Jiang Xingyao had no intention of refusing.
She just wanted to escape this never-ending nightmare as soon as possible.
It wasn't until she got into the car, the engine roared, and the wind rushed into her collar that Jiang Xingyao seemed to feel less cold.
Almost the instant the sports car drove away, Jin Qingyu hurriedly chased after it.
He looked around but couldn't see a trace of Jiang Xingyao.
The scene was almost identical to the last time, causing Jin Qingyu to feel a sudden pang of pain in his heart.
And so it happened again; his wife vanished into thin air once more.
I could almost hear the loud roar of the sports car engine.
Jin Qingyu clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his wrists trembled incessantly.
Jiang Xingyao couldn't have run that fast on her own; she must have been taken away by someone.
But who is it that shameless bastard is standing guard at the manor gate, waiting to steal his man?
"Mr. Jin, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Jiang Cancan also came out at this moment.
Seeing Jin Qingyu's ashen face, she cautiously asked a question, then gently explained, "My sister has a bit of a temper, please don't get angry with her, she..."
"Jiang Cancan, why are you here?" Jin Qingyu turned around, looking at Jiang Cancan's face with a questioning gaze. "Did you have someone take Yaoyao away? Where did you put my Yaoyao?"
The man's hand instantly reached out and pressed against Jiang Cancan's slender neck.
Breathing became difficult for her instantly. Jiang Cancan looked at Jin Qingyu in fear and said in a trembling voice with difficulty, "No...it wasn't me, I...I didn't, Mr. Jin...please...let me go."
Her gaze was fixed on Jin Qingyu's slightly reddened eyes.
Although Jiang Cancan knew from the beginning that Jin Qingyu was not the kind of noble and elegant young master in this circle, he had not been bound by many rules and moral constraints since childhood, and he was a vicious dog who climbed up step by step from the bottom.
This was the first time Jiang Cancan had witnessed Jin Qingyu's rage firsthand, and this anger was directed at her.
A chill rose up from my back.
But as breathing became increasingly difficult, Jiang Cancan desperately tried to pry open Jin Qingyu's fingers.
"Then tell me, where exactly did Yao Yao go?" Jin Qingyu asked again, and seeing Jiang Cancan's face turning slightly blue from holding back her anger, he finally let go of her hand.
Jiang Cancan collapsed to the ground, her legs giving way. She raised her pale face and said pitifully, "I don't know. Someone must have taken my sister away. That sports car looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before."
Jin Qingyu also realized what had happened and carefully recalled the appearance of the sports car that sped away. He immediately called his assistant, Xu: "Help me find out who has a Lamborghini Veneno."
After doing all this, he looked at Jiang Cancan again: "You still haven't answered me, why are you here?"
He spent half a day cleaning everything in Wangshan Manor, and he even cleaned the house himself.
He tried his best to restore the furnishings in the room to their original state, based on his memory.
On his way here, he was still thinking that his Yaoyao would be very happy to see this.
Maybe she'll forgive him in a good mood and stop mentioning divorce, since there wasn't really any major conflict between them to begin with.
We've gotten through this year peacefully, how could we possibly fall apart over such a small matter?
But now, all of his careful preparations have been ruined by the woman in front of him.
Jin Qingyu then asked, "Speak, Jiang Cancan, why are you here?"
"I... Mr. Jin, a document from our previous collaboration with Yunpu Group was delivered to me. I was worried that it was urgent, so I thought I would bring it to you. Later, I heard that you were apologizing to my sister here, and I feel that I was also at fault in this matter."
Then I thought...
"Mr. Jin, I really didn't mean anything by it. As you can see, I even bought flowers for my sister," Jiang Cancan explained.
She glared at Jin Qingyu's sinister features, tears welling in his eyes: "I never imagined my sister would hate me so much, that's why..."
Jin Qingyu looked at her coldly: "Now you know, don't ever appear in front of Yaoyao again, and you don't need to come to Jin's anymore."
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