Chapter 118: The Heartless Educated Youth in the Period Literature (23)
A cold and merciless voice sounded in my ears.
Su Yu's words of pleading paused, she looked up at him blankly, her eyes red and tearful, her eyelashes trembling slightly, tears overflowed and fell on her hand, soaking the wound that was oozing blood.
It also drew Shao Jinglin's attention to the wound.
The tears were salty and stung the wound. The woman's palm shuddered, and her body was as thin as before. She pulled his sleeve helplessly. People were pointing and talking from all directions, and she looked particularly pitiful.
Isn't she spoiled? Doesn't she dislike hardship? Then what is she doing now?
Shao Jinglin couldn't help but feel a hint of self-mockery.
"Everyone please go first, I have some personal matters to take care of here." Shao Jinglin suddenly said to others.
He still couldn't remain indifferent.
Everyone woke up in shock and responded quickly.
Personal matters...
As everyone left, they thought about this sentence again. It was true that these two people were having an affair.
When Boss Zhang saw this, his face turned unhappy and his expression changed again and again.
Oh no, that woman seems to really know Mr. Shao.
Wasn't he very tactless just now? No wonder when he asked the security guard to pull that woman away, he always felt that Mr. Shao glared at him coldly.
What if Mr. Shao holds a grudge against him because of that woman?
Boss Zhang complained bitterly and said he regretted it.
Soon, only Shao Jinglin and Su Yu were left here.
So quiet that we can hear each other's breathing.
At such a close distance, Su Yu smelled a pleasant scent at the tip of her nose, very faint, which reminded her of the endless fields or wheat fields on a summer night.
The man opened his lips, breaking the silence.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Su Yu heard him ask.
He slowly lowered his eyes, raised his hand and pinched her chin. The force was very light, but Su Yu did not dare to struggle. Her red rabbit eyes met the pair of inky black eyes.
"Seven years ago, when you left, you said, let's just pretend we had never met. So what are you doing now?"
"Or -"
He looked Su Yu up and down with disdain.
"Ms. Su, are you still dreaming of using your beauty to buy comfort like you did seven years ago? It's a pity that not everyone is like you, who have not made any progress in all these years."
The merciless ridicule made Su Yu's face turn pale.
Su Yu moved her lips and sobbed softly: "I didn't..."
"That's not what I meant. I know what I did before was wrong, but I really need this job. It's just a matter of saying a word for me. It's very simple. Can you please help me?" Su Yu shed tears while carefully grabbing his sleeve.
Blood mixed with dust stained Shao Jinglin's handmade suit.
He glanced at it and said calmly, "Let go."
Su Yu then realized that his clothes were stained by her, and she withdrew her hand helplessly: "I'm sorry, I can help you wash it."
"Can you wash clothes?" Shao Jinglin sneered.
At first, she complained about the pain in her hands when she was washing clothes, and cried in front of him that she was useless and couldn't even wash clothes properly. From then on, most of her clothes were washed by him.
Su Yu also remembered what happened at the beginning, bit her lip and lowered her head: "Yes, yes..."
In fact, she always would, but she had Shao Jinglin at that time, so she wanted to be lazy whenever she could. In the end, she didn't even want to wash her own clothes because he was willing to pamper her anyway.
Who knew that after returning to the city, I would not be as comfortable as living in the countryside.
For some reason, Shao Jinglin felt a surge of anger in his heart.
"Why, your husband won't help you wash?" he asked sarcastically.
At the beginning, he wished that the girl he held in his hands and in his mouth would marry someone else. Not only that, but she also had to do laundry and cook for others to earn money.
It made me look like a joke at that time.
Su Yu hesitated for a long time: "He...he won't..."
How can a dead person wash clothes?
Su Yu didn't dare tell Shao Jinglin that her husband died as soon as she got married, for fear that Shao Jinglin would laugh at her.
After all, this matter is bizarre no matter how you look at it.
Sometimes she wondered if she was really unlucky, but she quickly convinced herself that the man was simply unlucky and would not be able to enjoy a happy life if he married her.
This sentence added fuel to the fire.
Shao Jinglin almost couldn't control his anger.
Su Yu noticed that he looked unhappy, and quickly changed the subject: "It's all in the past, let's not talk about it again, okay?"
"I know you hate me, this meeting was an accident, and I also know I am not worthy of you now. I promise that I will never appear in front of you again and will not be an eyesore to you. Please, just help me this time."
Su Yu clenched her palms lightly and looked at him nervously.
Shao Jinglin didn't say anything when he saw the woman's nervous and expectant look.
Seven years have passed, and she seems to have not changed much.
Time has left no traces on her face, and gradually, she became the same fair-skinned girl with bright eyes in her memory.
If we have to say what has changed, it is probably that there is more sophistication and calculation in his eyes. It is not disgusting, but just a protective color that grows naturally after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.
She didn't seem to have a good life in the past seven years.
But what does this have to do with him? He doesn't need to feel sorry for someone else's wife.
That man is useless.
"You're right, but—"
"Why should I help you?"
Shao Jinglin let go of Su Yu's chin, his eyes slightly cold: "As a waiter, it's not strange to be fired for not serving the guests well? I'm lucky enough that I don't pursue your fault. What gave you the illusion that I would help you?"
Su Yu's face was pale, and she said aggrievedly: "But I didn't mean to do that, someone pushed me..."
"Then go find the person who pushed you." Shao Jinglin's voice was cold.
He seemed unwilling to say more and stood up. His shadow fell on Su Yu, as if the abyss was about to swallow her.
The next moment, the lights came on again.
Su Yu couldn't help but squint her eyes. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw the tall figure walking out of the gate with his back to her. Against the light, he gradually became unclear.
Su Yu knew she had messed up.
Shao Jinglin won't help her.
She was fired and lost her relatively decent job.
Otherwise, you can go back to your parents' home for a while to avoid having to look at that old woman's face.
Su Yu was thinking about the feasibility of this matter in her mind.
When she had just gotten married, that short-lived guy died. But the wedding was already done, so it was not realistic for her to go back to her parents' home. She could only hold her nose and live in her husband's house.
It's not that she hadn't thought about remarrying over the years, but the reputation of being a jinx was too loud. Those who dared to find a matchmaker to propose marriage were either too old or their wives had died, so Su Yu didn't like them.
This has delayed it until now.
The more Su Yu thought about it, the more pitiful she felt. She had done nothing wrong, but yet she ended up like this.
Especially when compared with her ex-boyfriend, she seemed to be living a miserable life.
Su Yu was overwhelmed with grief, her sobs gradually became louder, and her tears fell like beads that had broken off the string, unable to stop.
After an unknown amount of time, her crying suddenly became softer and she slowly raised her eyes and looked forward.
Someone is coming.
The leather shoes made a dull sound on the smooth marble floor. The man came back and slowly approached and stood in front of her.
Su Yu raised her misty eyes, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably.
Did he change his mind?
The next moment she knew she was wrong.
"Su Yu, I've thought about it and feel that I need to explain it to you clearly."
"I don't hate you."
"I have long forgotten what happened seven years ago. Since you are married, from now on, we should pretend that we have never met and be strangers. It will be good for both of us."
Shao Jinglin looked at the tear marks on her face, curled his fingers, resisted the urge to wipe away her tears, and forced himself to say these words.
He handed the medicine in his hand to her.
Then he turned around indifferently, reconciled with himself, and said goodbye to Su Yu seven years ago.
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