Actually, Lin Moxiao wasn't very confident in saying this. He originally wanted to wait a little longer and do a good job of the company in accordance with his grandmother's wishes, but Jiang Shuya had already become distant from him and there was a rift between them.
More importantly, she learned from Wang Ziliang that Jiang Shuya's ex-husband still had feelings for her. He didn't have much prejudice against Sun Qi and believed that Jiang Shuya wouldn't take things any further with Sun Qi. But her ex-husband was different; he was the most dangerous person, the one Jiang Shuya had once desperately wanted to marry.
"Xiaoya, I promise you, I'll bring the child here, we'll get married, and we can choose not to have the child. I'll treat her well, I'll love her like my own daughter. Although I've never been a father, I really love children, and I like anything you like."
Jiang Shuya finally turned her head and met his affectionate eyes;
"Lin Moxiao, just because some things are in the past doesn't mean they didn't happen. My silence about them doesn't mean they haven't affected me. Either I'm protecting our relationship and being tolerant, or I think you're no longer worth my emotional investment. You've kept me trapped by your side; do you think you're happy? Are you truly at peace with yourself?"
After hearing her words, Lin Moxiao felt as if his heart had been pierced, with blood dripping out drop by drop. He realized that heart-wrenching pain was a chilling, bone-deep feeling. He never imagined that Jiang Shuya had already sentenced him to death in her heart.
"Xiaoya, in your heart, am I beyond saving? Do you have absolutely no hope of survival?"
Jiang Shuya shook her head;
"The love you give me is suffocating, unbearable. I don't want to be insecure anymore, and I shouldn't have entered your world."
Lin Moxiao was still puzzled;
"Have I been bad to you? I don't care about your past, your background, or your culture."
Jiang Shuya immediately interrupted:
"Oh, right, that's it. I have a lot of questions. Since you've listed them all out, you must have thought about them carefully. Being with someone like me would make you feel inferior, wouldn't it?"
Lin Moxiao denied it:
"No, I never have. I've liked you for six years, and my feelings have never wavered. Didn't I tell you that you were the one who rejected me back then?"
Inside the car, there were no more confrontational voices, only the gentle flow of music and beautiful singing.
Back home, the two remained silent. After washing up, Lin Moxiao went back to her study and worked late into the night.
As night fell, Jiang Shuya went to bed early in the bedroom, wearing the off-white silk pajamas he had bought for her, revealing her fair and slender neck. Although she had taken a shower, the noticeable red marks on her neck were still quite prominent.
He watched her quietly for a while, then gently lifted the blanket, lay down beside her, and moved closer to listen to her soft breathing. Being so close, the faint floral scent on her body made him unable to resist turning around and hugging her from behind. She was sleeping very peacefully, taking him into her dreams.
The next day, Jiang Shuya woke up naturally, rubbed her head, and found that the person next to her was not there. She had sensed in her sleep that Lin Moxiao had been holding her as she fell asleep. She slept more peacefully in his arms. She had to admit that she really liked his embrace and cherished that warm chest.
She didn't see him in the study, but she saw the breakfast prepared for her on the dining table in the living room: a glass of milk, a plate with sandwiches, ham, fried eggs, fruit, and some nuts.
There was a note left on the table that read:
"Xiaoya, the factory construction in Nancheng is urgent, and I have to go to the company to handle it. I'll be back very late tonight, so you should get some rest and don't wait for me."
There are two notes; the one below was likely written later.
"There's a pot of red ginseng and astragalus chicken soup that I made for you this morning in the kitchen. Remember to ladle it out and drink it; make sure you finish the whole day's amount."
Jiang Shuya clutched the note tightly in her hand;
Lin Moxiao, are you going to keep luring me into your trap of tenderness, only to abandon me cruelly again? You keep saying you've liked me for six years, so why did you hurt me so much before? You said I abandoned you and rejected you, but didn't you also push me away cruelly, crying alone in the rainy night?
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Inside the Huang family's courtyard, Jiang Shuhuai's money was stolen again. Having not seen his sister for several days, he searched everywhere, finding an envelope containing more than nine thousand yuan, which was half a month's meal expenses prepaid by his mother, Li Dalan.
Five thousand was missing, leaving only a little over four thousand. Jiang Shuhuai was frantic with worry, like an ant on a hot pan, completely distracted. He hurriedly made a phone call to Jiang Shuya, who was drinking chicken soup.
Hearing that her money had been stolen again, Jiang Shuya quickly finished the delicious chicken soup in her bowl, changed her clothes and shoes, opened the door and ran out. After she came out, the door slammed shut. Looking back, she couldn't help but wonder if she had opened the door easily without using a card. But she didn't have time to think about it and took a car all the way to Xixia Village.
Inside the Huang family courtyard, Jiang Shuhuai told Huang Minghao about the incident and offered to call the police. Huang Minghao, head down and smoking silently, called Huang Guohua, who was at work, to inquire about the situation. Upon hearing the news, Huang Guohua spoke vehemently, swearing an oath that he had not seen any money and was willing to cooperate with the police investigation.
As for her mother-in-law, Li Yuxiang, she had taken Tangtang to her mother's house in Donghong Village these past few days, so it was impossible for her to come. Huang Minghao suggested waiting for Jiang Shuya to come and resolve the issue.
"Brother-in-law, do you have someone you suspect?" Jiang Shuhuai asked.
Huang Minghao took a deep drag on his cigarette:
"Shuhuai, I'm asking you, when you came back from the packing station yesterday, was Li Xiaoru home? Did she come into your room?"
Jiang Shuhuai thought about it carefully; Li Xiaoru was also at his mother's packing station yesterday when he went there to get money, but he couldn't say for sure whether she entered his room.
At this moment, Jiang Shuya stepped inside. After asking the reason, she stood at Li Xiaoru's door for a moment, hesitated, and then said calmly:
"Shuhuai, Xiaoru isn't home right now. When she gets back, I'll ask her directly. You only suspect her, you don't have direct evidence. After all, we haven't caught her red-handed, so she definitely won't admit it. Besides, we can't be absolutely certain she took it."
Jiang Shuhuai was somewhat annoyed:
"You got your two thousand yuan back last time, are you just going to accept your bad luck this time?"
Huang Minghao stood to the side and sneered:
"The money last time wasn't taken by my parents; I gave it to them."
Jiang Shuya then realized the seriousness of the problem, so she leaned close to Jiang Shuhuai's ear and whispered something to him, then patted his shoulder:
"Go ahead, once this happens once, it'll happen again. I'm sure the truth will come out soon."
Huang Minghao stood to the side, quietly watching her. A breeze ruffled her hair, and when he saw the red marks on her ears and neck, his face darkened. He angrily threw down his cigarette butt, walked over with disgust, and stared into her eyes:
"You're a disgusting woman."
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