Chapter 82 So eager to find a new employer?
Although he knew perfectly well that he hadn't done anything, Qin Jiangnan still felt a little guilty when he met Jin Qingyu's eyes.
Jin Qingyu had already sat down next to Jiang Xingyao, and his hand naturally rested on Jiang Xingyao's shoulder, a gesture that conveyed a strong sense of possessiveness: "I didn't know that Anan and my wife had become so familiar with each other that we could talk about relationship issues alone?"
His words were sharp and confrontational from the very first sentence.
Qin Jiangnan's expression darkened as he listened to the questioning. He said, "Brother Qingyu, why are you doing this? Jiang Xingyao and I have known each other since we were little. It's not a secret. What's that word again?"
"Childhood sweethearts? Yes, we were childhood sweethearts. We just exchanged a few words when we met. Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Really? But I seem to remember that your relationship with Yao Yao wasn't exactly good before?"
Qin Jiangnan, open your eyes and see clearly. Yaoyao is my wife, not someone you can use to express your loneliness.
"If you really have any ideas, the bar has plenty of room for you to have your fun," Jin Qingyu said coldly.
The two, who were just as close as brothers, suddenly became hostile towards each other, so quickly that Jiang Xingyao was speechless.
Under Jin Qingyu's sarcasm, Qin Jiangnan was even more defiant. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Madam, do you know she's your wife now? Putting aside everything else, when you accused her of plagiarism online, did you ever think about her reputation or her dignity?"
Jin Qingyu, do you know what Jiang Xingyao used to be like? Look at what you've turned her into now, you've ruined her.
"I've tolerated you for so long. You clearly have Jiang Cancan in your heart, so why did you marry Jiang Xingyao? And now that you've married Jiang Xingyao, why don't you treat her well?"
"I didn't know you were so interested in other people's marital affairs," Jin Qingyu said sarcastically. "Qin Jiangnan, don't you think you're overstepping your bounds?"
Qin Jiangnan's expression froze. In fact, he knew that he had no right to say these things.
Even before that, he was one of those who suppressed Jiang Xingyao.
After a brief moment of silence, Qin Jiangnan said, "Jin Qingyu, you shouldn't be like this, wanting to have it all. You'll regret it."
"Whether I regret it or not is none of your concern, Young Master Qin. For the sake of our long-standing brotherhood, I'll also give you a piece of advice: stay away from other people's wives," Jin Qingyu said, looking down at Jiang Xingyao. "Have you finished eating? Come home with me."
He reached out and grabbed Jiang Xingyao's arm, pulling her up with an air of impending doom.
Jiang Xingyao's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she roughly knew where the problem lay.
Throughout the journey, Jin Qingyu did not say another word to Jiang Xingyao.
This silence lasted until the car returned to Xiyuan.
The car door opened, and Jin Qingyu carried Jiang Xingyao out of the car.
The feeling of weightlessness made Jiang Xingyao feel nauseous. She didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of falling and hurting the baby in her womb. She could only express her dissatisfaction in words.
Jin Qingyu ignored her words.
Hearing the commotion, Lin Ma ran out of the house and saw Jin Qingyu carrying Jiang Xingyao on his shoulder. She asked worriedly, "Sir, Madam, what happened?"
Jin Qingyu didn't even look at her; Lin's mother simply walked past her and went upstairs.
With a loud bang, the bedroom door slammed shut, and he threw Jiang Xingyao heavily onto the bed.
Jiang Xingyao screamed in fright and instinctively clutched her stomach. Fortunately, the bed was soft enough, and apart from feeling a little dizzy, she felt fine.
Jiang Xingyao sat up abruptly, glaring at Jin Qingyu: "What's wrong with you? What exactly do you want?"
"I'm having an episode? When Mrs. Jin was talking about relationship issues with other men outside, didn't she consider my feelings?" Jin Qingyu asked.
He leaned over her, raising Jiang Xingyao's hands above her head, his dark eyes fixed on hers: "If you don't like me, marrying me is a last resort."
Why is Mrs. Jin being so clear about this with a stranger? Is she in such a hurry to find herself another husband?
Jiang Xingyao saw the turbulent emotions in his eyes, his pupils seemingly shrouded in an impenetrable mist, dark and deep, as if they were about to engulf her.
"Mrs. Jin, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. You are my wife, Jin Qingyu's wife. If I don't let go, who in the entire capital would dare to want you?" Jiang Xingyao didn't speak, and the man made another sarcastic remark.
His free hand gripped Jiang Xingyao's chin, lifting her head slightly. "Face reality, Jiang Xingyao. I haven't agreed to a divorce yet. You better stay away from those scoundrels outside."
Jiang Xingyao was forced to meet his gaze, and she sneered: "Mr. Jin, don't you think what you're saying is ridiculous? Just some Tom, Dick, or Harry? When you say these things, shouldn't you think about the little lover you're keeping on the side?"
Jin Qingyu, you keep saying I'm your wife, but have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a husband?
She had calmed down now, and her overly cold eyes were staring at Jin Qingyu. Those eyes were so cold that Jin Qingyu felt she was like an observer, mocking his current hysteria.
Jin Qingyu suddenly lowered his head and kissed him fiercely, like a starving wild dog seeing meat, desperately biting and chewing.
Jiang Xingyao heard him say indistinctly, "It seems that Mrs. Jin really has a lot of opinions about me. It's my fault as her husband. I've neglected my wife's needs."
The temperature in the room seemed to be rising continuously, and an ambiguous atmosphere was surging. Jiang Xingyao's heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, but not because of the ambiguity, but because of panic.
She tried to turn her head away from the man's burning lips and tongue. Once her mouth was finally free, she said directly, "Jin Qingyu, are you a dog? Can you stop being in heat all the time?"
Jin Qingyu had long known about Jiang Xingyao's sharp tongue, but he wasn't annoyed. He pinched Jiang Xingyao's chin and turned her head back: "Don't say such unpleasant things, Mrs. Jin. Didn't you ask your husband to fulfill his responsibilities?"
He lowered his head and their lips and tongues pressed together once more. The scent of ebony enveloped Jiang Xingyao, filling all her senses. As Jiang Xingyao listened to the man's breathing gradually become heavier, she opened her mouth and bit his tongue, which was trying to cause trouble.
The taste of blood filled my mouth, overpowering the aroma of ebony.
The man, who was holding her hand, loosened his grip slightly in surprise. Jiang Xingyao finally pulled her wrist away and slapped him across the face without saying a word. She said, "Get out, Jin Qingyu. You disgust me."
Jin Qingyu's face was dark and gloomy. He wanted to speak, but he saw Jiang Xingyao clutching her chest and running towards the bathroom. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes, and her bare feet were on the white porcelain floor of the bathroom.
When Jin Qingyu followed her in, she was already vomiting violently into the toilet.
His gaze deepened, and Jin Qingyu suddenly asked, "Is there such a big reaction?"
He felt that although his and Jiang Xingyao's marital relations were infrequent, their relationship was actually just relatively harmonious.
On the few occasions that Jin Qingyu remembered, although Jiang Xingyao appeared indifferent, her body actually cooperated with him; at least, he thought they were always very compatible.
But when did all of this change?
From what point onwards, Jiang Xingyao stopped letting him touch her.
and…
This wasn't the first time she'd vomited because of something like this.
Jin Qingyu frowned, then suddenly said, "Yaoyao, I'll take you to see a doctor tomorrow."
Jiang Xingyao had just calmed down a little when she suddenly heard his words.
Her face suddenly stiffened, and she turned to look at Jin Qingyu: "Why see a doctor? I'm perfectly fine, I..."
"Listen to me, I've arranged for someone to make an appointment with a psychologist. I'll take you to see one tomorrow." Jin Qingyu replied to Jiang Xingyao while fiddling with his phone.
Jiang Xingyao was completely baffled.
She said, "You think I feel disgusted and want to vomit when I look at you? Is that a psychological problem?"
Jin Qingyu didn't answer, but glanced at her with his eyelids, his attitude clearly indicating his agreement.
Jiang Xingyao was so angry she wanted to laugh. She said sarcastically, "Our CEO Jin is really narcissistic. He'd rather believe I have mental problems than believe he's dirty. Jin Qingyu, you should really face reality."
Jin Qingyu didn't respond to Jiang Xingyao's words. He went into the bathroom, bent down and carried Jiang Xingyao back to the bed. He then used a towel to dry her feet and made a definitive statement: "I'll pick you up tomorrow."
Jin Qingyu felt that Jiang Xingyao was just being stubborn.
He didn't feel that he had changed much; he had always been the same since he married Jiang Xingyao.
Jiang Xingyao didn't have such a strong reaction back then, but now that she's suddenly like this, she really needs to see a psychologist.
They'll be living together for the rest of their lives, and they'll have children in the future. He's the one bearing the pressure from his father to have children. If Mrs. Jin keeps resisting him like this, how can they have children?
Jin Qingyu left, and Jiang Xingyao sat on the bed, staring at the pale white ceiling, her mind in turmoil.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps it was something else, she drifted off to sleep. Lin Ma brought dinner upstairs, and Jiang Xingyao only ate a couple of mouthfuls of porridge.
She heard Jin Qingyu's car leave and never return until the next morning when Jiang Xingyao heard the car engine again.
When she went downstairs for breakfast, she saw Jin Qingyu already sitting at the table. In front of Jiang Xingyao's seat was a cup of freshly squeezed red date and soy milk, slowly steaming. Jin Qingyu said, "Let's eat first, we'll talk later..."
"What? You still think I'm the one who needs to see a doctor? I told you I'm not sick and don't need to. Compared to me, I think you should go to the hospital to get checked out, lest you unknowingly contract a sexually transmitted disease outside." Jiang Xingyao retorted without any politeness.
Lin's mother came out of the kitchen and overheard the two arguing. She was a little worried: "What do you mean by seeing a doctor? Is Madam sick?"
Jin Qingyu frowned slightly and said irritably, "It's none of your business."
That's a matter between them, husband and wife. Jiang Xingyao is so resistant to him now, he still has his pride, so of course he can't talk about this.
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