Yang's mother sat opposite her, her eyes narrowed with a smile, carefully examining the girl in front of her, wanting to find out what was going on.
The girl was indeed very beautiful, and pleasing to the eye in every way. But there are many beautiful girls in this era, so what was it about her that made her stand out and catch Young Master Lin's eye?
Under Yang's mother's watchful eye, Jiang Shuya became even more careful with her eating, trying her best to appear natural and elegant.
"Miss Jiang, the plum garden is quite large, and few people come here usually. There are many plum blossoms and crabapple blossoms in bloom. If you feel bored, you can go for a walk."
“Okay, I will. Thank you for taking care of me, Aunt Yang.” Jiang Shuya replied with a smile.
Through the window, I could see an octagonal pavilion not far from the fence in the garden. It was lush and green, with many branches and leaves, which was very pleasant.
After finishing her meal, Jiang Shuya went downstairs and was immediately stunned by the magnificent decoration of the lobby. It turned out to be a villa from the 1980s. The house was decorated in an elegant and luxurious style. The choice of materials and the color scheme exuded a noble and exquisite atmosphere.
It makes you feel as if you are in a luxurious palace.
Walking outside the villa, various plum blossoms bloomed in the garden, displaying a wide range of colors. After passing the quiet stone path, a white wooden swing set was seen not far away. The swing could accommodate two people, with sturdy iron chains tightly wrapped around the tops of the two pillars. Jiang Shuya sat on it happily, closed her eyes, and began to swing.
The afternoon passed quickly, and the sun was setting. Jiang Shuya picked up her phone, wanting to ask when Lin Moxiao would be back, but no one answered the call.
She could only return to her bedroom upstairs and listlessly admire the room's furnishings, when she unexpectedly spotted Lin Moxiao's study next door.
This place was different from his Yushan Apartment. It had more books, and the rooms were larger and more spacious. Various airplane models were displayed on the table, arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner. After looking around, she quietly went to the study, took out a book that interested her from the bookshelf, and sat down at Lin Moxiao's desk to read it.
Perhaps it was because the place was too quiet and comfortable that she quickly became engrossed in it. By the time she finished reading a book, it was already past midnight. She stretched her aching arms and realized that Lin Moxiao still hadn't returned.
It was too late, and Yang's mother was probably resting, so she went to the bathroom to wash up while still sleepy. Then she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep soon after.
When she woke up, it was already bright outside. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that Yang's mother had brought her breakfast sometime earlier.
After breakfast, I went downstairs and saw Mother Yang under a crabapple tree not far away;
"Mrs. Yang, did Mr. Lin not come home last night?"
At this moment, Yang's mother was watering the seedlings she was cultivating when she realized that the woman in front of her had been entangled with Young Master Lin all night. She shouldn't be calling him so formally, so she turned around and asked.
"Miss Jiang, haven't you contacted Young Master Lin? He often goes out and only comes back every two or three days. The old lady lives in a nursing home for a long time, and sometimes her condition isn't good, so it's normal for him to stay there to take care of her."
Jiang Shuxin breathed a sigh of relief;
"Do you know which sanatorium it is?"
Mrs. Yang looked up in confusion and put down the watering can.
"Miss Jiang, this is the old lady's private space, it's not appropriate to inquire about such things. Don't you have Mr. Lin's phone number?"
It's no wonder, since Ms. Liang, although Lin Moxiao's maternal grandmother, is also a socially influential entrepreneur, and she doesn't casually reveal her whereabouts to outsiders.
Jiang Shuya bit her lip and frowned slightly. She thought about the phone call she made to him last night. No matter how busy she was, she should at least find some time to reply!
Under Yang's mother's questioning gaze, she turned and left, returning to Lin Moxiao's study.
After spending another afternoon reading, perhaps a nameless unease arose in her heart, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her reading. With her chaotic thoughts, she once again went to the plum tree in the back garden, sat on the wooden swing, and gazed at the octagonal pavilion not far away, lost in thought.
That evening, she called Lin Moxiao again, but there was still no answer. She dialed several times, but there was still no response.
The more she couldn't get through, the more flustered she became, and she felt uneasy. She didn't want to eat a bite of the dinner that her mother-in-law had brought her, and instead went to Lin Moxiao's study to hold a book and try to calm her anxious mind.
That night, she had a dream in which Lin Moxiao returned, radiant with joy, embracing her tightly, wiping away her tears, holding her in his arms and comforting her, vowing never to bully her again, and to love and accompany her well.
In her dream, many people sent her blessings, and she happily accepted their envious glances. Lin Moxiao introduced her to his colleagues.
"This is my love, my wife."
Her sweet dream was soon interrupted by the chirping of birds outside. She rubbed her aching head and realized that it was already broad daylight. She had actually slept on the desk in her study all night.
I had a dream all night and didn't get a full rest. I dragged my stiff body to the cold, empty bed and tossed and turned for half a day in a daze.
It wasn't until Mrs. Yang brought up lunch that she realized she couldn't wait any longer. She quickly tidied herself up, glanced at her still unanswered phone, and went to the garden to ask Mrs. Yang for directions home.
Mrs. Yang showed no surprise whatsoever;
"Miss Jiang, if you want to go back, please leave me a message. I'll pass it on to Young Master Lin when he returns."
"No need, Aunt Yang, thank you for your hard work these past two days."
Yang's mother didn't say anything more. She led Jiang Shuya to the front gate and made a phone call to someone. Soon, a middle-aged man ran over from not far away, drove a car out of the garage, and left.
"Miss Jiang, let Lao Yu take you. Plum Garden is located halfway up Plum Blossom Mountain, and there's no direct transportation there. It'll be more convenient for him to take you, and Young Master Lin will agree."
After saying that, Mrs. Yang waved her hand.
Jiang Shuya didn't stand on ceremony and got into the car, sitting in the back seat. She politely said goodbye to Yang's mother.
At that moment, an unknown number appeared on the phone. After answering, it was Zhang Xiaohui.
"Xiaoya, where have you been these past few days? I'm at the Lotus construction site now, and I'm a bit overwhelmed. Could you come and help me out?"
Jiang Shuya agreed, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Her expression became even more serious. Some of the plum trees on both sides of the window were still in bud, while others were in full bloom, but they did not bring her any joy.
An hour later, she went alone to the activity area next to the Lotus Phase II construction site and saw many food buckets in front of Zhang Xiaohui, filled with various dishes, and a group of workers were waiting for Zhang Xiaohui to serve them food.
Seeing her struggling and flustered, Jiang Shuya quickly composed herself and joined the crowd to help.
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