Chapter 105 Jiang Xingyao and Qu Weiyi
A while after Jiang Xingyao left the old house, the old man got up and went upstairs to see Jin Qingyu.
His most cherished grandson was pale-faced. Even at this moment, he was still confused and asked, "Where is Yaoyao?"
Upon hearing this, the old man was furious: "Yaoyao, Yaoyao, how dare you mention Yaoyao to me?"
What did you promise me? A month has long passed, why are you still entangled with that woman?
Jin Qingyu frowned slightly, as if deep in thought. He remained silent for a long time and did not reply to the old man.
The old man sneered, "You can continue to entangle yourself with her. I've already agreed to Yao Yao's request for a divorce."
"What did you say? Grandpa, that's between me and Yaoyao, how could you agree to it for me?" Jin Qingyu's face flashed with surprise. He seemed to have forgotten that he was injured and was about to get up when he gasped and fell back down heavily.
The old man coldly watched his disheveled state: "Now you know that marriage is between you and Yaoyao, why didn't you think of this when you let such a scoundrel interfere between you two?"
"Where is Yaoyao now? I can explain it to her." Jin Qingyu didn't respond to the old man's words, his voice a little stubborn.
The old man finally sighed and sat down by his bedside: "She's gone back to Hong Kong, Ayu. Grandpa has already promised that when she comes back, you must go and get your marriage certificate with her."
If you truly have feelings for her, this is your last chance.
Otherwise, if Yaoyao doesn't budge by then, no matter what your reason is, you're getting your ass to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
The old man's words struck Jin Qingyu's heart like a hammer, and Jin Qingyu's expression became much more solemn.
He thought of Jiang Xingyao's cold, emotionless eyes again.
A few doubts flashed through his mind, but he suppressed them. It was alright. Between him and Yaoyao, the only issue was Jiang Cancan. Once he dealt with Jiang Cancan, Yaoyao would definitely come back.
When the old man came out of Jin Qingyu's room, he bumped into Jin Yanzhou passing by the door.
Rather than saying I passed by, it's more accurate to say I listened outside the door for a long time.
The old man didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but then he suddenly remembered the pregnancy test result that the boy had brought back last time, so he reminded him: "Azhou, if you don't want to talk about your girlfriend, Grandpa won't ask. But you need to be clear about your relationships with men and women. Don't be like that girl in the story, making me worry."
Jin Yanzhou smiled and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa. I don't have as much energy as A-Yu. He's out there having affairs and still expects his wife to be tolerant. That's just awful."
He didn't lower his voice; every word he said was clear enough for Jin Qingyu to hear.
The old man didn't stop him.
Jin Yanzhou was right; Jin Qingyu was indeed clueless when it came to matters of the heart.
He deserves to be criticized by others to bring him to his senses.
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After leaving the old house, Jiang Xingyao first went to see Ji Yunyin before returning to Xiyuan.
The funny thing was, she actually saw Jiang Cancan standing at the entrance of Xiyuan Garden, with He Qifeng by her side.
Upon seeing Jiang Cancan, Jiang Xingyao felt an overwhelming surge of anger. It was as if she had been plunged into a cold swimming pool once again, and the feeling of suffocation, accompanied by the fear of losing her life, swept over her, making even her fingertips tremble.
Before Jiang Xingyao could do anything, He Qifeng had already pulled Jiang Cancan behind him and said, "Jiang Xingyao, I'm warning you, with me here, don't even think about touching Cancan."
Jiang Cancan stood behind He Qifeng, looking at Jiang Xingyao with a soft and weak expression, her eyes seeming to be a silent provocation.
"I've heard of dogs guarding their food, but it's quite rare to see one come to someone else's doorstep to guard their food. Young Master He is quite unique, isn't he?" Jiang Xingyao said sarcastically, then glanced at Jiang Cancan with an ambiguous look.
When she met her eyes, Jiang Cancan's pupils flickered, clearly showing that she felt guilty.
"Who are you calling a dog? Jiang Xingyao, you..." He Qifeng was furious. Just then, the gate of Xiyuan opened, and Lin Ma came out and pulled Jiang Xingyao, saying, "Madam, you're finally back. The master has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Sir? You mean Qingyu is in Xiyuan?" He Qifeng's anger stopped abruptly, and he asked incredulously.
Lin Ma said, "Otherwise, where would the master be if he's not home?"
He Qifeng then said, "Cancan has been waiting here for so long, he..."
"Just because Miss Jiang is here, does that mean our husband should come out? Who does she think she is? She's not my wife, so why should he spoil her?" Lin Ma retorted without any mercy, and pulled Jiang Xingyao's hand as they entered the room.
As the gates of Xiyuan closed again, He Qifeng took a deep breath and was about to call out again when Jiang Cancan stopped him: "Forget it, Qifeng-ge. I'm the one who's causing trouble for Qingyu-ge. It's understandable that he doesn't want to see me. Let's talk about it in a couple of days."
She comforted He Qifeng, her head slightly lowered, looking quite pitiful, but where He Qifeng couldn't see, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
Jin Qingyu wants to get rid of her again, but it won't be that easy. Anyway, Jiang Xingyao's child is gone now, and there's no longer any necessary bond between Jiang Xingyao and Jin Qingyu. It's only a matter of time before she takes her back.
In Xiyuan, Lin Ma looked at Jiang Xingyao with an apologetic expression: "Madam, I'm sorry, I didn't lie on purpose just now. It's just that those two are like leeches, standing at the door for almost an hour. They probably won't leave unless we bring the master out."
"It's nothing," Jiang Xingyao said, hurriedly packing her luggage. Seeing this, Lin Ma quickly came over to help, and then tentatively asked, "Madam, will you come back this time?"
Jiang Xingyao paused slightly: "I'll probably go back to the capital."
Based on this one sentence alone, without needing to ask any further questions, Lin Ma roughly knew that the wife and husband had completely broken up this time.
Feeling a little sad, she didn't ask any more questions and quickly helped Jiang Xingyao pack her luggage.
When Jiang Xingyao went out again, the two people at the door were no longer there.
The early morning in the port city was shrouded in a gray haze.
As soon as Jiang Xingyao arrived at her residence, a torrential downpour began.
The sunflowers in the yard were all swaying precariously from the rain.
Raindrops splashed on my body, bringing a touch of warmth, unlike in the capital, where even the rain was bone-chillingly cold.
A light rain fell all morning.
In the afternoon, Jiang Xingyao met with Xing Chunshuang, including the director friend she mentioned.
The other party was already very interested in Jiang Xingyao's music because of Xing Chunshuang's introduction. After Jiang Xingyao played it again on the spot, the other party immediately made a decision.
When signing the contract, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Jiang Xingyao hesitated for a moment before writing down the three characters "Qu Weiyi".
Qu's maternal grandfather's surname was the only one that was her nickname. When she was little, her grandfather would always hold her and joke that Yao Yao was his only precious daughter.
Later, the servants in the Qu family's old mansion all called her Miss Wei Yi.
After my grandfather passed away, no one ever mentioned that name again.
After the contract was signed, Xing Chunshuang said, "Thank you, Ms. Jiang, for persuading Ms. Qu to sell the music to us. I also thank you, Ms. Jiang, for signing the contract on behalf of Ms. Qu."
Xing Chunshuang knew perfectly well whose music it was, but she said it on purpose to subtly tell Jiang Xingyao that she would keep it a secret.
Jiang Xingyao agreed to Xing Chunshuang's suggestion. She then had dinner with Xing Chunshuang and the director. At the end, the director asked, "Ms. Jiang, may I ask you why this piece of music is called 'Against the Current'?"
“I just grabbed it; if Director Sun doesn’t like it, I can change it,” Jiang Xingyao said.
She wrote this piece when she first arrived in the port city.
At that time, she had just lost her child and was in a daze, as if a hand was pushing her step by step toward the abyss.
When I close my eyes, even my body feels like it's falling uncontrollably.
She could always think of the cold water in the swimming pool.
By letting herself fall, she could find liberation, and all the sadness and turmoil would be no longer her concern.
But on what basis?
Why should she let others manipulate her?
Why should she just give up like this?
She was not convinced.
She just made one wrong step and married the wrong man. Since she can't wait for someone to save her, she'll go against the current herself.
She could pull herself out of the cold water herself.
It was with this sense of discontent that she wrote this piece.
The first half of the piece is very somber and depressing, but then it suddenly surges forward, like a drowning person seeing a piece of driftwood and struggling desperately to save themselves. Finally, everything returns to calm, like the bright sunshine on the water's surface.
Director Sun said, "It's not bad. I'm just a little curious about what Ms. Jiang's friend went through to be able to write such a touching piece of music. The feeling of self-salvation in the midst of despair is really strong."
Jiang Xingyao did not answer Director Sun's question.
Director Sun only made a brief remark before quickly changing the subject. He was very satisfied with the piece and said he would recommend other friends in the industry to Jiang Xingyao, to which Jiang Xingyao readily agreed.
The lively conversation lasted for two hours.
By the time Jiang Xingyao came out of the hotel, it was already getting dark.
After the rain, the air in the port city carried a faint dampness.
Jiang Xingyao declined Xing Chunshuang and Director Sun's offer to give her a ride, and she strolled alone on the streets of the port city.
Jiang Xingyao traveled to many places on her own, as if to make up for the regret of not coming to Hong Kong when she was sixteen.
She walked for a long time until she felt tired, and then she hailed a taxi.
When she got on the bus, Jiang Xingyao heard someone shout "Little girl in white." She was indeed wearing a white dress today, but she didn't pay much attention to it.
After all, she didn't know many people in Hong Kong.
The taxi sped away, and at the end of the street, a man in his fifties was panting heavily. Zhou Huaiyan ran over from the other side and helped him up: "Uncle, why did you run out again by yourself?"
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