Chapter 51 Only Mrs. Jin is a woman
The hot, sticky, and strange sensation sent shivers down Jiang Xingyao's spine.
The air conditioning in the room was set to a very low temperature, but the surrounding temperature was constantly rising.
A hint of panic flashed in Jiang Xingyao's eyes. She twisted her waist to avoid the lips and tongue that were pressed against her ear.
She didn't speak, but Jin Qingyu could feel the stiffness in her body.
“Yaoyao…” he called her name in a low, hoarse voice.
Her voice carried a hint of tenderness and longing.
His breath hit my earlobe, as unmistakable as his burning body temperature.
Jiang Xingyao felt an unusual touch on her back and interrupted the man before he could finish speaking: "Jin Qingyu, don't touch me."
The cold, clear voice was like a bucket of cold water being poured over Jin Qingyu's head.
She didn't say anything hurtful like she usually does, but her cold voice was still hurtful enough.
“Yaoyao, we are husband and wife, and we have been together for a long time…” Jin Qingyu tried to remind her that he couldn’t remember when they last had sex.
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xingyao had already turned over to face him. Her cold, emotionless eyes clearly reflected his image, yet it was as if he wasn't there at all.
Her eyes were so cold, so cold, that it seemed as if nothing and no one in this world could leave a trace on her.
The burning passion that had risen in my heart was dampened once again.
But that wasn't all. He then heard Jiang Xingyao state in a flat, monotone voice, "Does someone like President Jin, who never even goes home, need to find solace in his wife?"
"It was all work before, I didn't have any other women." Seemingly hesitant, Jin Qingyu finally offered an explanation, then, meeting Jiang Xingyao's eyes, he added, "Only Mrs. Jin, always."
His voice was beautiful; when he spoke tenderly, it was like an aria played on a cello, easily captivating the listener.
But that was in the past.
Jiang Xingyao was unusually calm at the moment. Looking into his eager eyes, she simply asked, "Oh, and then?"
Jin Qingyu's expression stiffened, and Jiang Xingyao took advantage of his surprise to stand up: "I have no interest in your affairs. If you really have a need, go find someone else. You don't need to explain to me."
She only came back for her mother's sake. Sharing a room with Jin Qingyu was already the biggest concession she could make. There was no possibility of her doing anything more.
Jin Qingyu, having been repeatedly disappointed by Jiang Xingyao, had lost interest as well. He said coldly, "I'm not that picky, and you don't need to deliberately provoke me. I'll have Assistant Xu escort you."
Jiang Xingyao refused Jin Qingyu's arrangement, but Jin Qingyu still personally escorted her downstairs and watched her hail a taxi before leaving. This scene was witnessed by Jin's employees, naturally causing a stir.
Their wife rarely came to the company before.
President Jin and Secretary Jiang are always seen together.
There are many rumors circulating in the company that President Jin and Secretary Jiang are getting married soon, and that Mrs. Jin will be divorced sooner or later.
The rumors spread so widely that even Assistant Xu, who was close to President Jin, didn't react when he heard them, as if he had tacitly agreed to them.
But everything that has happened in the past few days has overturned everyone's understanding.
Secretary Jiang was fired, and Mrs. Jin, whom no one paid any attention to, became a frequent visitor to President Jin's office.
Just now, President Jin not only chased away Young Master He, but this time he even personally saw him off to his car. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like he doesn't care.
Among the crowd, some busybodies had already taken photos of Jiang Xingyao and Jin Qingyu together and posted them in the company group chat.
Some people even tagged Jiang Cancan, who was still in the group, trying to find out information, but naturally received only silence.
Jiang Xingyao was naturally unaware of these things.
She didn't go directly to Xiyuan; she went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup first.
Dr. Zheng said she was feeling much better recently, but still prescribed some medication to help maintain the pregnancy.
Jiang Xingyao habitually scooped out all the medicine and put it into the bottle containing vitamins.
Not long after returning to Xiyuan, Jiang Xingyao received a call from Jiang Yuncheng. Judging by the timing, the news of the lawsuit must have reached him.
Jiang Xingyao didn't answer. The phone rang twice. Jiang Yuncheng on the other end probably knew that she was deliberately not answering, and finally stopped.
Jiang Xingyao was worried and asked the psychologist to take good care of Qu Xinting.
The other party sent her a photo of Qu Xinting, who was clinging to Jiang Yuncheng again, looking just like usual. Jiang Xingyao felt a little relieved.
She then listened to the psychologist briefly discuss Qu Xinting's condition with her.
Jiang Xingyao vaguely remembered her grandfather mentioning that Qu Xinting seemed to have had some kind of trouble when she was young, and later insisted on marrying Jiang Yuncheng.
When my maternal grandfather was alive, he disliked Jiang Yuncheng very much.
He didn't like to talk much about Jiang Yuncheng, and Jiang Xingyao couldn't figure out what her grandfather was talking about.
But she always felt that Qu Xinting's current state must be related to the incident that made her insist on marrying Jiang Yuncheng.
However, to find out the answers to these questions, we would probably have to ask Qu Xinting or Jiang Yuncheng.
Jiang Xingyao could only temporarily abandon this idea, and she also instructed the psychologist to stop sending her pictures of Qu Xinting pestering Jiang Yuncheng, as she found them disgusting.
When Jin Qingyu returned, it was already nine o'clock at night.
Since Jiang Xingyao returned to Xiyuan, he has been leaving get off work very early, and this is probably the latest he has left in the past few days.
Jiang Xingyao saw the weariness in his eyes, but still handed him a bouquet of sunflowers.
These past few days he seems to have changed his ways. He never comes home empty-handed and always brings Jiang Xingyao different flowers or something else.
As usual, Jiang Xingyao handed the things directly to Lin Ma. Seeing this, Jin Qingyu frowned slightly. He sat down next to Jiang Xingyao, glanced at the messy papers on the table, and casually asked, "Practicing calligraphy?"
Jiang Xingyao was initially unwilling to pay attention to him, but when she heard his words, her brows furrowed slightly, and her expression became somewhat strange.
Lin Ma brought over the hot milk that Jiang Xingyao had asked for, and happened to hear his words. She explained, "Madam is composing music. Madam is very talented. She plays the piano better than anyone on TV."
Jin Qingyu glanced at the scattered papers again, then looked away with little interest.
He has never been interested in these refined things like musical instruments and paintings.
The so-called high-class entertainment is nothing more than a show of wealth. He has already established himself in this business world, so naturally no one dares to use such things to provoke him.
He himself never hides his lack of skill in this kind of thing.
But when he heard Lin Ma's words today, he frowned slightly: "Does Madam play the piano for you at home?"
Lin's mother nodded and praised again, "Madam plays the piano so well. Listening to Madam play the piano gives me the energy to do housework."
Jin Qingyu frowned again.
Lin Ma noticed his strange expression, placed the milk next to Jiang Xingyao, and went back to the kitchen.
Jin Qingyu said, "I also want to hear Yao Yao play the piano. Yao Yao, can you play for me?"
"You don't understand." Jiang Xingyao didn't know what had gotten into him again, and casually replied without looking up.
Jin Qingyu persisted, saying, "Even Aunt Lin doesn't understand."
Jiang Xingyao didn't understand why he was arguing with Lin Ma again, so she simply ignored him.
Jin Qingyu picked up a few more sheets of paper from the table and looked at them. He said, "Is this the music you wrote? How about I be Mrs. Jin's first listener?"
“Aunt Lin has already heard it.” Jiang Xingyao bluntly dashed his hopes.
Jin Qingyu's lips seemed to stiffen slightly, a little embarrassed. He then said, "Then, can I play the second one?"
Jiang Xingyao glanced at him. She wanted to say a second, or even a third, but no, she had already played the first version over the phone for Shen Ying and her brother. Now she was just refining some minor issues.
“I did buy you a piano, after all. Mrs. Jin can’t deny her husband even this small privilege, can she?” Jin Qingyu asked again.
Jiang Xingyao felt that he always seemed to fuss over these trivial matters.
He kept rambling on and on, and Jiang Xingyao couldn't concentrate on revising the piece, so she finally agreed.
The two entered the music room together. Jin Qingyu seemed very happy and pulled up a chair to sit down next to Jiang Xingyao.
He was so close that Jiang Xingyao could barely move her hands.
After forcing him to sit a little further away, Jiang Xingyao finally placed her hands on the piano keys.
The piece was her original composition, and she played it with natural grace and emotion. The long, husky melody was like thorns piercing one's heart, making one's heart ache and feel numb.
Jin Qingyu had never felt this way before in a piece of music, as if it had pulled him back to that day at Wangshan Manor, with rose vines scattered all over the ground and dried bloodstains under the moon.
It felt like something was stuck in my chest, and my throat felt dry and bitter.
Jin Qingyu looked at the woman's back. She was only wearing a loose bathrobe, the most ordinary style, but she managed to exude a sense of nobility. When she stood up straight, she looked just like a noble and aloof princess.
Jin Qingyu was momentarily lost in thought.
Without realizing it, he took out his phone and recorded the woman playing the piano in front of him.
Jiang Xingyao quickly finished the piece and turned to look at Jin Qingyu: "I'm done playing."
"What's the name of this piece?" Jin Qingyu asked. He didn't understand such elegant things as music, but a word seemed to flash through his mind at that moment.
“Stab,” Jiang Xingyao said.
The thorns of roses, the thorns of marriage, the thorns of family ties, the thorns of life.
Each thorn pierces to the bone, and that's what made this piece of music.
As a certain word flashed through Jin Qingyu's mind, his pupils flickered slightly, and Jin Qingyu felt a tightness in his chest.
It turned out that the piercing feeling he rarely heard wasn't because he understood the piece, but because of the emotions Jiang Xingyao poured into it.
"Yaoyao..."
"I'm going to take a shower," Jiang Xingyao interrupted him, she had no interest in listening to his opinion.
Jin Qingyu suddenly stood up and hugged her from behind: "I'm sorry, Yao Yao, let's make up, let's start over."
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