Clearly, the moment the door opened, Wang Yingying caught a glimpse of their intimate actions. The next second, she sniffed, her eyelashes stood on end, her sleepy eyes widened, and a wave of bitterness washed over her. Without a doubt, she lowered her voice, her tone hoarse and shocked.
At this moment, Jiang Shuya quickly stood up, straightened her clothes and adjusted her skirt, staring at Wang Yingying in front of her as if possessed. Then she met Lin Moxiao's gaze again, waiting for his explanation with a puzzled look.
Lin Moxiao's face was extremely ugly, as if covered with a layer of frost, his eyes sharp as he stared directly at Wang Yingying; "Why are you in my house?"
Wang Yingying blinked innocently, her voice trembling.
"Brother Xiao, don't misunderstand. I came last night, but you weren't here. During my stay back home, I mentioned you to my mother, and to express my gratitude, she asked me to bring some local specialties. I was worried you wouldn't know how to prepare them, so I waited for you to come back so I could personally show you how."
She paused, then continued;
"And that day you drank a lot of alcohol and told me I spent so much of your money and bought me so many things. My mom said that was wrong, and that she would pay you back soon."
Unable to bear it any longer, Lin Moxiao's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he angrily tugged at his shirt collar, trying hard to control his burning anger.
Wang Yingying, who was leaning against the bedroom door, was wearing a set of gray-blue men's pajamas. The clothes looked loose and sparse, and she looked lazy. Jiang Shuya knew that these belonged to Lin Moxiao because she had stayed in that bedroom before and had seen the clothes in the closet.
She subconsciously felt extremely embarrassed and at a loss, and couldn't help but mock Lin Moxiao in her heart, thinking that he had such a colorful past and that she wasn't the only woman he had ever been with.
But she had seen Wang Yingying before; she was a woman as beautiful as a painting. Lin Moxiao had once loved her, hadn't he? She couldn't help but think of how many women had slept on that bed. An extremely awkward thought entered her mind. She couldn't accept herself like this. She had been reborn, but she had become the very thing she hated most.
Looking at Lin Moxiao, his worried and depressed eyes held a hint of expectation;
"Xiaoya, I'm sorry, this is my fault. I didn't handle it well."
Jiang Shuya calmed her unease, smiled slightly, and appeared calm and composed.
"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry to bother you, goodbye!"
At least she caught a glimpse of reluctance and longing in Wang Yingying's eyes, which quickly reminded Jiang Shuya of Ren Jing, the woman who would rather die than accept the betrayal of her lover.
After saying that, she walked over to Wang Yingying, glanced at her briefly, and said nothing.
Lin Moxiao grabbed Jiang Shuya without saying a word;
"Xiaoya, don't go, you must believe me."
He looked at Jiang Shuya with eagerness and pleading;
"I really didn't know she was here."
At this moment, Wang Yingying suddenly spoke;
"Yes, Miss Jiang, Brother Xiao really didn't know I lived here. I promised him before the New Year that I wouldn't stay here indefinitely and would move out after the New Year."
"Shut up." Lin Moxiao's bottom line exploded as she watched her explanation only make things worse.
Jiang Shuya immediately frowned, broke free from Lin Moxiao's grasp, opened the door and left, with Lin Moxiao following closely behind.
Wang Yingying's eyes were dark and she clearly sensed the danger posed by Jiang Shuya. She had also secretly observed Jiang Shuya's attire, which was noticeably different from when she first saw her.
Back then, Jiang Shuya was like a ghost with nowhere to hide in the world. Now, she is like a delicate flower carefully protected by Lin Moxiao. No one can hurt her; they can only watch helplessly as she blooms one bright flower of happiness after another.
The two got into the elevator. Ignoring the stares of the other people in the elevator, Lin Moxiao put his arms around Jiang Shuya and comforted her repeatedly.
"Don't be angry, Xiaoya. What will I do now that you're gone?"
Jiang Shuya endured the prying gazes around her and remained silent throughout.
"Finally out of the elevator," Jiang Shuya exclaimed.
"Mr. Lin, whether you're passionate or promiscuous, please give me some self-respect and allow me some time to prepare. Today, I want to thank you for teaching me a lesson: love that's built on tiptoe cannot stand firm."
"Jiang Shuya, you don't believe me at all?" Lin Moxiao held onto her tightly, his voice filled with tension and pain.
Jiang Shuya sighed helplessly;
"I am not a plant, and I deeply feel Mr. Lin's feelings. Perhaps neither of us is wrong. Your feelings for Wang Yingying are not important, but you are very important to her. Have you thought about what she has done for you, and to what extent she is willing to go? Have you thought about that?"
"Our relentless entanglement may seem to hurt us both, but life is the most precious thing, and love should come first, right? We should both calm down and think about this carefully. It's okay if we can't figure it out; time heals all wounds, and eventually, we will make peace with ourselves."
Lin Moxiao watched her leave helplessly, recalling what she had just said. He could never have guessed that his momentary soft-heartedness would bring him such an irreversible consequence.
He took a deep breath and returned to the apartment with a grudge. Wang Yingying was folding the quilt, and there were fresh local delicacies on the living room table. Recalling what Jiang Shuya had said earlier, his grief and anger calmed down, and he sat alone under the French windows in the living room, smoking a cigarette in silence.
Wang Yingying packed her things, changed her clothes, walked up to him, and, expecting to be met with his anger, cautiously said;
"Brother Xiao, I've packed everything up for you. The local specialties I brought are on the table. I've written the instructions on a note; just take a look when you're making them."
Lin Moxiao nodded silently, took a deep drag of his cigarette, went to the kitchen and grabbed the seafood and seasonings that Wang Ziliang had brought. Seeing that the clothes he had bought for Jiang Shuya were left on the sofa, he quickly picked them up, opened the door and left, completely ignoring Wang Yingying's gaze.
When he got downstairs, he called Aunt Lan and gave her the seafood and seasonings he had. He was silent and had a dark face, without a trace of a smile, which confused Aunt Lan. In just half an hour, this person was completely different. Aunt Lan hesitated to ask him anything, but seeing that he was in a bad mood and his face was as cold as ice, he returned to his usual stern expression, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Once in the car, Lin Moxiao made another phone call to the real estate agent;
"Hello, please sell unit 201, No. 188, Yushan Road as soon as possible. The specific unit layout is on file with your records."
The other party responded immediately, claiming they would handle it quickly. They then asked for the specific price and looked up information on the sale of the apartment type from a few years ago, promising to help sell it as soon as possible.
To start a new life, one must cut ties with the past. Recalling the absurd things he had done over the past two years, Lin Moxiao realized that he was just a reckless fool. Fortunately, he stuck to his principles and regained the confidence to face things bravely that he had lost.
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