As she spoke, Lan Shuang opened the lid, revealing a pile of awards, certificates, and... photos?
"If you want to watch, just sit here and watch. There are my clothes in the room inside. I'll get them out."
"good."
Jiang Han agreed and sat on the sofa. He picked up the certificates in the box and began to look at them. There were Mandarin certificate, computer level 2 certificate, primary school Chinese teacher qualification certificate, English level 4 certificate, blood donation certificate, volunteer certificate, high school diploma...
They come in all sizes and shapes, and even include driver's licenses.
Jiang Han flipped through the pages and looked at the youthful photo of Lan Shuang, and couldn't help but smile.
Looking at this thick stack of certificates, Jiang Han could imagine how fulfilling Lan Shuang's life had been in the past few years.
He put these aside and picked up the photos below to look at them. There were photos from childhood to adulthood, most of which were of Lan Shuang herself, and some with Du Mingsheng, from a little kid to a young girl, from junior high school to college freshman ceremony. They almost all used the same poses, taking the kind of photos that looked intimate but lacked something.
The more Jiang Han looked, the uglier his expression became. He looked around and saw a pair of small scissors under the coffee table. His eyes lit up and he immediately picked it up. He picked up a photo and began to cut carefully along the edge.
Lan Shuang was packing her luggage in the room, and the large suitcase was soon full. She didn't have many clothes in the room, so one suitcase was more than enough. She took the rest of the things that could be taken, and threw away the things that couldn't be taken. After she finished packing, she came out carrying the suitcase and saw Jiang Han snapping away with scissors.
"What are you doing?"
Lan Shuang walked closer out of curiosity and found that Jiang Han was holding her photo with a very focused expression - the kind that was supposed to cut off Du Mingsheng's face without leaving a single hair.
This old man probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He always cuts the edges neatly without any flaws, so that it looks like the original photo.
Lan Shuang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but she also felt that Jiang Han was a bit childish and cute.
Jiang Han looked up at her, holding the small scissors and asked, "Is it not possible?"
Lan Shuang smiled and shook her head: "Okay, you can cut it as you like, but wouldn't that be too troublesome? How about just tear it up and throw it away? It's useless anyway."
As she spoke, she wanted to pick up the remaining photos, but Jiang Han stopped her, "No, these photos are all from your past. I want to collect them, but I don't want to see the one with the last name Du, so just cut him out. I don't mind the trouble."
Seeing that he insisted, Lan Shuang did not stop him. She went to get a pair of big scissors and helped him cut.
Soon the remaining few pictures were cut. Lan Shuang stood up and stretched her sore neck and hands. Suddenly, an arm stretched out from behind her, wrapped around her waist and pushed her against the wall next to her. He pinched her chin and asked her to turn around. The hot breath swept over all her senses.
"What are you doing... um..."
Broken voice is the best testimony of love.
Lan Shuang soon had no time to think about anything else.
Jiang Han grabbed Lan Shuang's waist forcefully, turned her around, and then pushed her against the wall and kissed her wildly.
Lan Shuang had nowhere to put her strength, so she had to wrap her arms around Jiang Han's neck for leverage.
The two of them were so absorbed in the joy of the moment that they didn't notice the door was opened from the outside. Or perhaps only Lan Shuang didn't notice. Jiang Han had heard the rustling noise outside the door early in the morning, but he deliberately didn't let go of Lan Shuang.
It's easy to guess who would come at this time.
Jiang Han's eyes flashed slightly. He grabbed Lan Shuang's hand and pressed it against the wall. He slowly and firmly inserted his fingers into it, entangled their fingers.
The person who came in obviously didn't expect to see such an erotic scene when he got home. He was stunned and didn't react at all until the thing he was holding fell to the ground and made a breaking sound.
“Snap—”
The crisp sound brought Lan Shuang back to her senses. Her eyes gradually focused and looked at the person at the door. As if dissatisfied with her inattention, Jiang Han bit her lower lip lightly.
Lan Shuang groaned, then pushed Jiang Han and said vaguely, "Someone."
Jiang Han then reluctantly left her lips, turned around and looked at her fiercely, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"You...you guys?" Du Mingsheng looked like he had suffered a huge blow. He staggered backwards, but forgot to close the door. He stepped on empty air and fell directly into the corridor. If he had not grabbed the stairs next to him in time, he would have rolled down.
Jiang Han sneered, turned around, put the photos on the coffee table back into the iron box, and walked out carrying the iron box and pulling the suitcase.
He walked to the door and said to Du Mingsheng, "It's an eyesore."
Du Ming was so angry that he almost suffocated. He suddenly got up from the ground and reached out to grab Jiang Han's collar. Lan Shuang stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, asking coldly, "What do you want to do?"
"What?" Du Mingsheng's eyes were red. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"
He looked at Lan Shuang in disbelief: "Not only did you bring a wild man back to our home, but you also flirted with him right in front of me. Have you ever thought about how I feel?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
Why does this sound like an old-fashioned brain-dead drama?
Got the gender wrong, bro?
Fortunately, most people have gone to work at this time, and no one in the corridor pays attention to this place.
Lan Shuang shook off Du Mingsheng's hand and said coldly, "Why should I consider your feelings? First, I've said before that if we meet again, we'll be enemies. Do you even need to ask for your enemy's opinion before being intimate in front of him?"
"Secondly, didn't you say I broke up with you? Then what does it have to do with you who I make out with?"
"Third, this is my boyfriend and fiancé, not the wild man you're talking about. Please show some respect."
"Fourth." Lan Shuang showed him the spare key in her hand: "I said hello to the landlord before coming back. Who knew you would come back so suddenly? I haven't blamed you for interrupting our kiss yet."
Du Mingsheng's eyes widened. "What?"
His mind was a mess, and he only heard Lan Shuang say that Jiang Han was her fiancé.
"Are you really with him? How long has it been? Have you come to this point?"
Lan Shuang didn't react at all, but Jiang Han felt unhappy for a moment when he heard this.
He let go of the suitcase, grabbed Du Mingsheng's collar, and threw him into the room with a little force. Du Mingsheng fell to the ground, his facial features wrinkled in pain.
"You were the one who pushed her into the abyss in the first place. What right do you have to question why she blossomed in the abyss?"
Jiang Han raised his hand and stroked Lan Shuang's face, his movements gentle and tender, "Let's go."
Lan Shuang nodded. She was gentle and calm when facing Jiang Han, but when she looked at Du Mingsheng, the warmth in her eyes faded away completely. "Du Mingsheng, wait. Your good days are still to come."
After saying that, she slammed the door shut.
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