Chapter 108 So Jiang Xingyao really hates him
Jiang Xingyao curled up on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.
Perhaps because her resistance was too obvious, Jin Qingyu left.
A short while later, a clanging sound came from the living room; he didn't know what was going on outside.
Cold water dripped from her hair onto the ground, and Jiang Xingyao shivered from the cold.
But physical coldness can never compare to a cold heart.
This is the man she has loved for eight years. How ridiculous! He has never trusted her and has never stood up for her.
It's pitiful that she was like a moth drawn to a flame, determined to marry him without hesitation. Looking at it now, she really was a clown.
Jiang Xingyao didn't know how long she sat on the ground before she forced herself to get up and take a hot shower.
The food was already laid out on the table, and the bouquet of red roses that Jin Qingyu had brought had been prepared and placed in a vase.
Next to the vase, there were candles, their orange light casting a warm glow.
Next to the food, the apples were washed, peeled, cut into chunks, and arranged on a plate.
Everything was so warm and cozy.
But in Jiang Xingyao's eyes, it seemed that all that remained was sarcasm.
He always does this, hurting her again and again, and then offering false tenderness, just like the person he is—hypocritical and ridiculous.
While Jiang Xingyao was still in a daze, Jin Qingyu had already brought out the last dish from the kitchen.
He put down the plate and walked to Jiang Xingyao's side: "It's all washed up. Come and eat. You don't have much food here, so I just made a few dishes."
When I came over, I saw a supermarket by the roadside. After we finish eating, we can go down and buy some more groceries. You…”
He spoke in a gentle voice, rambling on about these everyday matters.
Jiang Xingyao said coldly, "Who says you're 'us'?"
His expression stiffened slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. Knowing full well what was going on, he asked, "Are you still angry? Yao Yao, I admit I was impulsive just now, but you have to understand me."
I put down my work and waited for you here all day, only to come back smelling of another man's perfume.
"Your husband is a normal man too, it's understandable that he's unhappy, don't you think?"
He reached out to help Jiang Xingyao towards the dining table, but Jiang Xingyao shook off his hand.
When the man's self-righteous words reached her ears, they made her feel nauseous. She felt that Jin Qingyu always seemed to habitually forget what he had done, such as how he always liked to bring Jiang Cancan's perfume home.
Jiang Xingyao didn't speak, and Jin Qingyu said again, "It's all in the past, let's eat first."
Is it over? He lost his temper and arrogantly tried to erase everything, but there's no such thing as a free lunch.
He pulled Jiang Xingyao to the dining table, urging her to eat first. The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow on his face, adding a touch of tenderness.
But such warmth and tenderness were incredibly irritating to Jiang Xingyao. When Jin Qingyu tried to serve her rice, Jiang Xingyao suddenly overturned the table.
Flowers, candlesticks, and even freshly cooked food were scattered all over the floor.
Oil stains and soup were spilled all over Jin Qingyu.
Ignoring his astonishment, Jiang Xingyao snapped, "I don't want to see you. Get out!"
The woman in front of him no longer possessed the arrogance and poise that Jin Qingyu was familiar with; instead, she exuded a hysterical aura.
Jin Qingyu frowned slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed across his face. Just when Jiang Xingyao thought that his so-called pride would no longer allow him to stay here, the man suddenly squatted down and began to clean up the broken porcelain on the ground.
Jiang Xingyao saw that a shard of porcelain had cut his hand, and bright red blood dripped onto the carpet, creating a splash of blood.
She scoffed, "Jin Qingyu, stop putting on this self-deceptive act in front of me. I don't care what your purpose is, divorce is a done deal."
Jin Qingyu didn't look up, and Jiang Xingyao felt that continuing the stalemate with him was pointless.
After his outburst, she lost her appetite for dinner and went straight back to her bedroom.
She could still hear rustling sounds coming from outside from time to time. Jiang Xingyao knew that Jin Qingyu hadn't left. She hesitated, holding her phone, wondering whether she should call her grandfather.
Before she could make up her mind, her phone rang. It was the person in charge of the second commercial performance she was participating in calling.
The other party first politely praised her a few times, and then said that the commercial performance was very successful and they planned to add another show tomorrow, so that she would have to work hard for another day.
Jiang Xingyao originally wanted to refuse, but the other party's attitude was too good. Knowing that Jiang Xingyao was going to take a plane back to the capital in the afternoon, they promised that everything could be over before noon.
Jiang Xingyao didn't really have anything to do that morning, so she finally agreed.
However, she did not expect that when she woke up in the morning, she had a low fever, felt groggy all over, and had an extremely itchy throat.
On her phone, the person in charge she had contacted yesterday sent her the venue information early this morning and enthusiastically confirmed the time. Everything was ready, and Jiang Xingyao couldn't let them down because of her own business.
She could only force herself to get up, and thankfully, the annoying Jin Qingyu was no longer there.
The mess on the floor had been cleaned up, and breakfast was still on the table, with steaming hot xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). The other person must have left not long ago.
Jiang Xingyao ate a few bites quickly, then found a pharmacy on the street and bought some fever reducers.
The square where the commercial performance was held was packed with people, and the scene seemed much larger than the one she had attended that day. There was a red carpet on the ground, with rose petals scattered around.
Everything seemed to carry a strange sense of romance.
The person in charge was waiting at the door. When he saw Jiang Xingyao, he quickly came over to greet her. Jiang Xingyao felt that the other party's attitude was unusually attentive today, whether it was her imagination or not.
It wasn't until she had passed through the crowd and saw the high platform erected in the center of the square, along with the huge banners hanging around it, that Jiang Xingyao understood what was going on, her face filled with intense frustration.
The man who hadn't been seen that morning was now in the very center of the crowd, holding red roses in his hands, surrounded by mountains of jewelry and gowns, displaying an air of ostentatious wealth. A huge banner hung above his head, which read: "Mrs. Jin, come home with me."
In mid-air, drones were silently recording this grand and romantic event.
As Jiang Xingyao walked in, a sky full of red balloons rose into the air, and everything around seemed to be filled with a kind of ostentatious and pretentious air.
Whether it was due to a fever or something else, Jiang Xingyao felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and almost fainted.
She looked up at the drone in the sky and heard the jeers around her. Some people were even recording it on their phones. This wasn't an apology at all; it was a live broadcast. Jin Qingyu wanted to use public opinion to force her to comply.
In a brief moment of distraction, Jin Qingyu had already walked towards Jiang Xingyao, holding roses.
He knelt on one knee in front of Jiang Xingyao, offered her roses, and his voice seemed to carry a strange piety: "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ignored your feelings. Let's not get a divorce. Grandpa is still waiting for us at home. Let's go home, okay?"
He seemed to be talking to himself as the rose was handed to Jiang Xingyao, while the onlookers, unaware of what was going on, continued to jeer.
Jiang Xingyao lowered her head slightly, looking into Jin Qingyu's earnest eyes through the huge bouquet of roses that completely covered her face.
Before anyone could react, she suddenly raised a rose and threw it at Jin Qingyu's face.
The petals scattered and danced due to gravity. Jiang Xingyao coldly watched the bewildered and disheveled look on the person in front of her. She said, "Impossible, Jin Qingyu. Stop using your disgusting methods. I can never forgive you."
In the crowd, someone lost control and let out a scream. Upon seeing this, the person in charge quickly stepped forward to help Jin Qingyu clean up the mess.
The drone suddenly landed, making a buzzing sound, as if trying to capture the scene clearly.
Jiang Xingyao's heels crunched over the scattered rose petals, and as if that wasn't enough, she continued, word by word, "You are the most disgusting and despised person in my life. Every second I spend with you makes me want to vomit."
"Jin Qingyu, please stop clinging to me like a leech. Let's get a divorce. Stop being so disgusting."
The woman's voice was slightly hoarse, but when it touched Jin Qingyu's heart, it was still like a sharp knife, piercing his heart and leaving it bloodied and mangled.
When he looked at Jiang Xingyao, his eyes seemed to still hold disbelief: "You hate me that much?"
“Yes, Jin Qingyu, just standing in front of you now, breathing the same air as you, makes me want to vomit.” Jiang Xingyao continued to speak sarcastically. She saw the dark turmoil in the man’s eyes and the shock between Jin Qingyu’s brows, but Jiang Xingyao didn’t care about any of that.
She turned to leave this place of trouble, but suddenly heard someone in the crowd angrily rebuke her: "You've gone too far! Your husband apologized to you in front of millions of people to beg for your forgiveness. How can you just betray such kindness?"
Jiang Xingyao paused slightly, then looked coldly at the young woman who was standing up for Jin Qingyu: "What? You're very moved? Then please take him, and don't let him disgust me in front of me."
"Jiang Xingyao!" Jin Qingyu called out to her. Jiang Xingyao didn't stop walking and walked straight through the crowd. Her figure was quickly swallowed up by the crowd.
Jin Qingyu remained kneeling on the ground, surrounded by onlookers, and did not get up for a long time.
Jiang Xingyao's sharp words still echoed in my mind.
He never knew that Jiang Xingyao actually hated him so much.
wrong…
Actually, this was foreshadowed long ago, on their wedding night...
The phone rang abruptly, bringing Jin Qingyu to an abrupt halt. He took out his phone in a daze and answered the call from the old man.
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