The room was silent, as if no one was there.
An Jingxuan looked around and his eyes fell on the slightly undulating quilt.
He put his hand on the quilt and patted it. The person inside stiffened and then relaxed.
An Jingxuan half-closed his eyes that were filled with pity, and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. After a long while, he finally managed to say: "Have a good rest, I'm leaving."
Never mind, I'm glad you're alright.
He had just turned and taken a step when a claw stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly. Looking down, he saw a slender white wrist, and he didn't know where such great strength came from.
"Don't go, stay with me for a while..." Qu Lingyuan sniffed aggrievedly.
She didn't expect to hear anything nice from An Jingxuan, a blockhead.
An Jingxuan was slightly startled and sat on the edge of the bed obediently.
Qu Lingyuan poked her head out from under the quilt and naturally rested it on his thigh. Her face, having wiped away her tears, was full of water. She stared at the foot of the wall in a trance, biting her lips lightly, as if she was brewing something to say.
An Jingxuan was not in a hurry and waited for her to speak.
"Well, you and my sister-in-law... uh... and, and Jiang Xinyue..." Qu Lingyuan spoke hesitantly and almost bit her tongue.
When Jiang Xinyue was mentioned, An Jingxuan's gentle expression immediately cooled down: "Don't mention this name again in the future."
Qu Lingyuan looked up at him, puzzled: "But...it doesn't seem like she's to blame for this."
Before what happened with Jiang Song, she had never had any conflicts with Jiang Xinyue. In the eyes of others, their relationship should be good, so she still had to maintain this image.
"Don't think too highly of people..." An Jingxuan was unhappy. He had intended to bury all these dirty things and not let Qu Lingyuan know about them. But now, meeting her puzzled eyes, he sighed softly.
Then he said, "Jiang Xinyue took me out on purpose this morning to create an opportunity for Jiang Song."
It’s better to tell her that it’s not a good thing for a little girl to be naive about the world.
However, Qu Lingyuan not only did not understand, but the doubts in her eyes became even more serious.
"How do you know?" she asked.
An Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, and some images flashed through his mind.
Before he left, Jiang Song's furtive figure at the bedroom door; after he left, Jiang Xinyue's deliberately slowed pace, and her panicked eyes revealed countless times...
With a chuckle, An Jingxuan said, "Intuition, do you believe it?"
"Believe it." Qu Lingyuan's eyes were confused, but she still nodded firmly.
An Jingxuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down uneasily.
The little face rubbed his thigh twice, deeply stimulating his sensitive nerves, and his muscles immediately tensed up.
"Brother," Qu Lingyuan twisted her body and raised her head, "Are you feeling unwell?"
The collar of her clothes, which were crumpled in the quilt, was pulled up to the bottom. When An Jingxuan lowered his head, he saw a white and tender cleavage.
He immediately looked away.
Ah...it's so annoying.
"I...I'm going out to drink some water!" An Jingxuan left the bedroom as if he was running for his life, leaving the evil little cat laughing secretly under the quilt.
Outside the door.
An Jingxuan leaned against the door to calm himself down.
When Chang Yue walked up the stairs, she saw her son staring at the stair railing with a dull look in his eyes, not moving at all.
"Son..." Chang Yue asked tentatively.
An Jingxuan turned around as if waking from a dream: "Huh?"
"Is it very hot in our house?" Chang Yue asked.
"It's not hot."
"Then your ears are so red..."
"Ah, haha, it's quite hot. I'm wearing too much. I'll go back to the room to change." An Jingxuan waved his hands awkwardly, and his eyes, which should have been calm, were full of embarrassment.
Chang Yue was confused and whispered to his back, "Come to the living room after you change your clothes. Your dad wants to see you."
"I understand." An Jingxuan said.
Chang Yue stood there for a while, looking thoughtfully at the door panel that An Jingxuan had just leaned against.
That’s Qu Lingyuan’s house.
Walking downstairs, Chang Yue sat on the sofa and poked her husband with her elbow.
"Old Qu, do you think Jingxuan and Yuanyuan's relationship has improved recently?"
Qu Zhian pulled down his glasses and said seriously, "Now that you put it that way, it seems to be true..."
"Just now I saw Jingxuan leaning against the door of Yuanyuan's bedroom..."
The couple smiled at each other knowingly, preparing to "torture" their beloved son later.
Especially Chang Yue, she always felt that it was abnormal that An Jingxuan's ears turned red just now.
However, An Jingxuan didn't know the seriousness of the matter. He rushed into the independent bathroom in the bedroom and took a cold shower. He changed into a loose short-sleeved shirt, which made him look more youthful than his usual suit and tie.
Arriving in the living room, Chang Yue was already burning with the raging fire of her gossip heart and couldn't wait any longer, so she glanced at him and said, "Why are you taking so long to change clothes?"
An Jingxuan twitched the corners of his mouth, sat down quietly on the sofa, and waited for the two "interrogators" to speak.
"Ahem," Qu Zhian cleared his throat, "How about going to Jiang Xinyue's house this time?"
An Jingxuan's expression remained unchanged: "Her family... is very vulgar."
That was the best adjective he could come up with.
Chang Yue frowned: "I told you so..."
Before she finished speaking, Qu Zhian grabbed her palm and squeezed it, signaling her to be patient.
"Then do you still want to marry her?" Qu Zhian asked.
An Jingxuan shook his head and paused before answering, "We've broken up."
This was something the two parents had not expected, and they kept what they wanted to say stuck in their mouths for a moment.
"Alas," Chang Yue sighed, "It's better to break up, but... you're not young anymore, and you've wasted too much time with her."
The air was quiet for a while before Qu Zhian spoke cautiously: "I don't know, have you ever considered Ling Yuan?"
"Ah?" An Jingxuan raised his hand to push away the strands of hair that were blocking his view, and looked at his father in surprise, as if he wanted to see clearly whether he was joking or not.
"You know what Ling Yuan is like," Qu Zhian said with a wry smile, a gentle resignation written on his raised lips. "From now on, the family business will definitely be handed over to you. She's just an unmotivated girl...she can't handle it."
At this point, Chang Yue raised an eyebrow and smiled: "So we were thinking, should we hand our daughter over to you as well?"
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