[System: Host, Jiang Cuo's favorability rating is fluctuating again, and it's trending downwards.]
Jiang Fei frowned when he heard the system's notification sound early in the morning.
It must be said that Jiang Cuo really deserved his 6 million yuan bounty.
As Jiang Fei stepped out of the room, she immediately spotted Jiang Cuo sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
He was still dressed in a simple, harmless white shirt and trousers, completely covered up, sitting there with his eyelashes slightly lowered, like a deer just waking up in the morning.
But... Jiang Fei narrowed her eyes, looking at his pale face.
He smelled of blood.
"I heard that Mr. Jiang is not home these days. It's good that young master Jiang can stay here for a few more days. I'll go upstairs to call Miss..." The aunt came out of the tea room, holding a cup of hot water, and placed it on the table before going upstairs.
"No need, Auntie," Jiang Fei said, leaning on the white railing on the second floor.
The two people on the first floor looked at her at the same time.
The aunt smiled and left the living room.
Jiang Fei waved to Jiang Cuo and said with a smile, "Hi, Xiao Cuo."
Jiang Cuo looked up and saw her standing there in the light, high above.
He smiled and said, "Sister."
Jiang Fei was about to speak when she suddenly realized something, her expression changed slightly, and she quickly went downstairs.
Jiang Cuo looked at her, puzzled.
"What happened to your hand?" Jiang Fei walked up to him, reached out and grabbed his hand. There were red bloodstains on the back of the boy's pale hand, but he had been deliberately hiding them under his sleeve.
Jiang Cuo only looked down at her feet, her fair insteps and pale pink toes.
She wasn't wearing shoes.
"Xiao Cuo?" Jiang Fei waved in front of him, then got up and went to the side hall. When she came back, she was holding a first-aid kit and was about to wipe the wound on the back of his hand with iodine.
Jiang Cuo suddenly snapped back to his senses, glancing at her fair and flawless shoulder, then at the scars on the back of his hand. His fingers twitched slightly, and then he abruptly pulled his hand back.
Jiang Fei was taken aback and stared at him blankly for a moment: "How about I have Auntie apply the medicine for you?"
Jiang Cuo looked at her, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, but she didn't say anything.
Jiang Fei thought for a moment and then gently released his hand.
Jiang Cuo frowned, and the warm, soft touch on the back of his hand vanished instantly.
"Auntie..." Jiang Fei was about to speak when a hand appeared in front of her.
Jiang Cuo stretched out his hand in front of her eyes and looked up at her.
Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment: "Should I do it?"
Jiangcuo nodded.
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be very careful, it won't hurt."
Jiang Cuo smiled and looked down at Jiang Fei, who was treating his wounds. Her eyelashes were long and curled, her slightly wavy hair was messy and unkempt, and her expression was calm and serious.
That faint fragrance wafted to his nose again.
It's rare to see the little princess so serene.
"Alright," Jiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's just a superficial injury. It will be fine after a few days of applying the medicine."
Do I only need to take the medicine for a few days?
Jiang Cuo frowned slightly, but smiled gently when she met Jiang Fei's gaze: "Thank you, sister."
Jiang Fei shook her head and glanced at his wrist: "Hmm? There's an injury here too?" She then reached out to roll up his long sleeves.
Jiang Cuo withdrew his hand almost immediately, his expression tightening and his eyes darkening.
Jiang Fei looked at him, puzzled: "What..."
“It’s an old scar,” Jiang Cuo laughed. “It’s all healed now. I was afraid of scaring my sister.”
What's so appealing about ugly and disgusting scars?
It's not too late to see her when she becomes like him.
Jiang Fei sensed his cold aura and resistant attitude, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.
That night, Jiang Cuo stayed at Jiang's house.
In the guest room, he quietly examined the newly applied dressing on the back of his hand. After a while, he chuckled, took a tissue, wiped off the ointment, clenched his hands tightly, and reopened the wound on the back of his hand.
For the next period of time, even though Jiang Fei applied medicine to Jiang Cuo's hand every day, his injury did not improve.
However, the two of them were much more comfortable with each other than at the beginning.
On this day, Jiang Fei applied medicine to Jiang Cuo as usual: "Strange, it's been a week, and it's still not getting better." She muttered to herself as she applied the medicine.
Jiang Cuo looked at her serious expression and lowered his head without saying a word.
It was at this moment that his phone rang, but Jiang Cuo only glanced at it before looking away.
Jiang Fei glanced at his phone screen; it was an unnumbered account. She casually asked, "Who is it?"
Jiang Cuo looked at her: "Want to know?"
"Huh?" Jiang Fei asked, puzzled.
Jiang Cuo, however, dialed the number back directly and put it on speakerphone.
The call was quickly connected, and the Jiang family driver's voice came through: "Young Master, I'll pick you up tonight."
Jiang Cuo didn't answer, hung up the phone directly, and turned to look at Jiang Fei: "Got it?"
Jiang Fei nodded, then couldn't help but whisper, "You didn't add a note."
Jiang Cuo laughed: "There's no need."
Even if he dies in a car accident tomorrow, there's no one he can contact, and we probably won't even know who signed the death certificate.
Jiang Fei didn't say anything more. He glanced at the nonchalant Jiang Cuo, then at the phone that Jiang Cuo had casually tossed aside. He narrowed his eyes slightly and unconsciously hid the phone in the gap of the sofa.
The driver came to pick up Jiang Cuo; it seemed his father had returned.
In the original story, Jiang Lin was introduced very little, but judging from Aunt Wen's fear of him and Jiang Cuo's current change in temperament, they are probably all related to Jiang Lin.
As expected, the driver came to pick up Jiang Cuo that evening. Aunt Wen and Jiang's father always saw him off with great concern, and this time was no exception.
Jiang Fei didn't see him off today. He only slowly took his phone out from the sofa after watching Jiang Cuo leave, and looked at Wen Juan and Jiang's father who had returned.
"Dad, Aunt Wen, Xiao Cuo accidentally left her phone here."
...
The temperature was a bit cool at night.
Nine o'clock in the evening, at the Jiang family home.
Just as Jiang Cuo opened the door to the villa's living room, a vase smashed right at his feet, shattering into pieces. A few shards grazed his calves, causing him some pain.
Jiang Cuo walked forward without changing his expression, not even glancing at the man beside him who hadn't even taken off his suit.
"You went to see her again?" Jiang Lin asked, panting heavily.
Jiang Cuo ignored him and headed straight for the stairs.
"Sure enough, your father's only been gone a few days and you're already itching to run off to her," Jiang Lin scoffed, standing up. "If she really wanted you, would she have just abandoned you here without a second thought?"
"You still go to see her every day. What? Do you think you have a share of the Jiang family's wealth? Do you think you could have everything you have now without me?"
"You're just an unwanted bastard..."
Jiang Cuo paused, turning to look at the man beside the sofa, his eyes filled with hostility. Who would have thought that just a few days ago, this man was giving a media interview, appearing all refined and courteous?
“Yes,” Jiangcuo laughed, “I am an unwanted bastard.”
"But Dad, back then, it seems like you and I were abandoned together."
"Old, wild, kind".
The last three words were spoken slowly and deliberately.
"What did you say?" With a loud crash, the massive coffee table shifted, and Jiang Lin, panting heavily, glared at Jiang Cuo. The next second, he grabbed a wine glass from the table and smashed it at him.
Jiang Cuo looked at him with a mocking expression.
An impotent, raging psychopath gave birth to a little psychopath—it's that simple.
Having smashed everything he could, Jiang Lin was still furious. He grabbed a champagne bottle from the ice bucket and threw it straight at Jiang Cuo.
Jiang Cuo stared coldly at him, remaining motionless.
But at that moment, the half-closed villa door was suddenly pushed open.
"Jiang Cuo!" A startled female voice came from the doorway.
Jiang Cuo was startled and turned her head to look. She saw a figure running straight towards her. Against the light, she could only see the fear and worry in the figure's eyes.
The next second, Jiang Cuo felt himself being hugged tightly, and there was a soft, warm body in his arms, with a familiar warm fragrance.
Jiang Cuo squinted, his consciousness drifting back to ten years ago. The difference was that the girl who had turned around and smiled at him back then ran straight towards him.
With a "smack," the champagne splattered heavily on the girl's shoulder, then fell to the ground, shattering into pieces and spilling cold liquid all over the floor.
Jiang Fei bit her lip hard and let out a muffled groan.
Jiang Cuo looked down at the girl who was protecting him, his expression calm and expressionless.
Jiang Lin grew increasingly furious, and his expression became even more agitated when he saw who it was: "I wondered who it was, but it turns out to be the child of that woman's other man..."
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and tried to pull Jiang Fei away.
Jiang Fei held Jiang Cuo tightly, refusing to let go.
Jiang Lin finally lost his patience and unleashed his rage on Jiang Fei through his fists.
Jiang Cuo simply kept his head down, watching the girl who still wouldn't let go of him, coldly observing as the girl protecting him was beaten by that old bastard.
This has been his daily routine for the past ten years or so.
She finally understands now.
But in reality, she could have avoided all of this simply by letting go of him.
Why won't she let go?
If it were him, he would have let go long ago.
"Don't be afraid..." Jiang Fei murmured softly, holding him even tighter.
But in his heart, he couldn't help but curse "pervert".
With the system protecting her, she couldn't feel any pain, but the thought of bruises on her back made her angry. She thought to herself, "System, knock Jiang Cuo unconscious... wait."
Jiang Fei looked up at Jiang Cuo's favorability rating above his head. There wasn't much of a fluctuation, except...
The minus sign before -40 favorability is flashing slightly.
It appears and disappears intermittently.
Love and hate.
Likes and dislikes.
A single thought.
But in the end, when Jiang Cuo looked down at her, the favorability rating above his head stopped.
She was so pure, so pure that even now, her eyes are still so clear.
Jiang Cuo's favorability rating: -55.
Jiang Fei: "..."
"System, confuse him!"
Less than half a second later, Jiang Fei looked at Jiang Cuo with a confused expression, which then gradually faded, and he collapsed to the ground.
Behind him, Jiang Lin's fist was about to strike again, but it was caught by a slender, white hand.
Jiang Lin was stunned.
Jiang Fei slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Lin: "Uncle Jiang, have you had enough?"
Jiang Lin felt a sudden chill run down his back, followed by a sharp pain in his fingers, as if they had been crushed by someone.
Jiang Fei smiled innocently: "You just punched me fifteen times, I was counting."
As soon as she finished speaking, she punched Jiang Lin in the stomach and kicked him in the groin. Watching him curl up on the ground in pain, she pulled him up again and punched him back.
Jiang Lin felt as if the girl's fist was an iron ball, hurtling straight at him. After only a few punches, his consciousness began to fade.
Until the final punch, Jiang Fei straightened up, grabbed another bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, and smashed it onto his shoulder with a "bang".
Seeing him lose consciousness, Jiang Fei snorted softly. She wasn't worried at all that Jiang Lin, who cared so much about his reputation, would tell anyone about this.
She turned and walked towards Jiang Cuo, thought for a moment, then helped him up and led him outside.
When Jiangcuo woke up again, he was on a deserted and dark one-way street in a villa district.
In the distance, rows of lonely streetlights stood, and in the air, one could hear the girl's soft, fragrant breaths.
Jiang Cuo turned his head and saw Jiang Fei struggling to support him as they walked forward unsteadily, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his face pale.
"Sister?" Jiang Cuo whispered.
"You're awake?" Jiang Fei turned to look at him with surprise. "Don't worry, it's alright now. We're out. I'll take you home now, and we'll never go back..."
go home.
Jiang Cuo gazed at her beautiful profile, his eyes momentarily glazed over, and he struggled to his feet, muttering, "Why..."
"Huh?" Jiang Fei was puzzled, then realized what she meant and smiled with a pale face, "You are my younger brother."
younger brother.
Jiang Cuo lowered his head and remained silent.
Jiang Fei took her phone out of her coat pocket: "Oh right, you forgot your phone. I was worried you might have an emergency, so I brought it to you..."
"Your phone didn't have a password, so I accessed your contacts without permission. I was planning to call someone you know to let you know, but there's no one in your contacts..."
Jiang Cuo glanced at his phone but didn't say anything.
The next second, Jiang Fei thought of something, fiddled with his phone for a while, and then waved it in front of him: "This is my number, and I've even set up a speed dial. You can call me by dialing 1 from now on."
After saying that, she handed the phone to him.
Jiang Cuo looked down at the phone number on the screen, his expression blank.
“By the way, Xiao Cuo,” Jiang Fei looked at him and pursed her lips, “Why didn’t you fight back just now?”
Jiang Cuo snapped out of his daze, his eyes turning cold.
Jiang Lin always says he gave him life, and he forced so-called money and the status of the young master of the Jiang family onto him. He's just a punching bag for Jiang Lin to vent his violence on. How fair is that?
He owes Jiang Lin nothing.
"Hmm?" Jiang Fei looked at him in confusion.
Jiang Cuo lowered his eyes: "We're even." What he didn't say was that he was a mad dog, but Jiang Lin was even mader than him.
He was mired in a quagmire, but Jiang Lin was even more mired in it.
He needed Jiang Lin, this madman, to let him know that he wasn't the most despicable and disgusting person! At least in this world, beside him, there was an old madman who was even more lowly than him!
Jiang Fei didn't ask any more questions. She turned around, but the next second her body went limp, and she couldn't help but fall forward.
Jiang Cuo caught her almost instantly: "Sister?"
Jiang Fei shook her head and forced a smile: "Let's go home first."
Mr. Jiang and Aunt Wen had already gone to rest, and without disturbing either of them, they quietly went upstairs to the second floor.
Just as Jiang Fei entered the room, Jiang Cuo followed her up and stood obediently at the door, watching her without moving.
Jiang Fei paused for a moment: "Aren't you going to rest?"
Jiang Cuo shook his head, then smiled and said, "I'll apply the medicine for you."
"Hmm?" Jiang Fei pursed her lips and finally moved aside to make way for the doorway.
This was the first time Jiang Cuo had entered her room.
It was very clean and tidy, with a warm and familiar fragrance everywhere.
Jiang Cuo narrowed his eyes, took a light breath, but stopped when he turned his head and saw Jiang Fei.
She had taken off her coat, revealing her smooth shoulders and snow-white skin covered in bruises and swelling.
That kind of injury was not unfamiliar to him; he had many of them on his body.
However, he still remembered how smooth and flawless Jiang Fei's shoulders had once been.
Now she finally looks a little like him.
"Xiao Cuo?" Jiang Fei's voice brought him back to his senses.
Jiang Cuo walked to the side, picked up the first-aid kit, and said, "Let me apply the medicine for you."
Jiang Fei's ears burned slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."
Jiang Cuo shook his head, walked to her side, pulled down the chain behind her long dress, and watched as her back was gradually exposed, revealing more than ten bruises on her fair back.
Jiang Cuo applied the ointment to his hand and gently touched it.
Jiang Feise shrank back slightly.
Jiang Cuo moved even more gently, pressing his fingertips lightly against the bruises.
The girl's body was like the finest white jade. Jiang Cuo could clearly sense the changes in himself, but the trembling in his heart easily masked his most primal desires, and he still applied the medicine with an unpredictable expression.
Finally, he placed the ointment aside, his body tense and frightening, yet he smiled harmlessly, his eyes innocent: "All done."
"Thank you." Jiang Fei sat up, her face flushed, and put on her coat.
Jiang Cuo smiled and said, "My sister was injured because of me."
From now on, I'll only do things for him.
He loved this feeling; he loved it so much that his whole body was excited.
Jiang Fei lowered her head slightly, about to go to the bathroom to wipe the sweat off her body, when she remembered something and looked at Jiang Cuo: "You're injured too, let me see..." As she spoke, she took two steps toward him.
Jiang Cuo stepped back, avoiding her approach.
"I'm not hurt," he said with a quiet smile.
Jiang Fei looked at him hesitantly, but finally turned and went to the bathroom under his affirmative gaze: "Then you should get some rest."
Jiang Cuo did not respond. He watched her back and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, inhaling the fragrance around him.
A warm, sunny smell.
The taste of ginger.
The next second, Jiang Cuo frowned, looked at the bedside table, and his gaze gradually turned cold.
On the bedside table, there is a photo frame with a picture of a man and a woman.
The boy's face was full of arrogance and unrestrained joy, while the girl's eyes were filled with undisguised adoration.
The two people's faces still showed their youth and inexperience, making it look like the photo was taken a few years ago.
They are a perfect match.
Jiangcuo stared at the photo for a long time, then realized something.
—There is another photo after the first one.
He disassembled the picture frame and, sure enough, saw another photo.
It was the same couple on a boat at the amusement park. The boy looked exhausted and leaned lazily on the girl's shoulder. The girl turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of a bright smile.
The time is clearly marked in the bottom right corner; it was just a few months ago.
So intimate, and so beautiful.
Jiangcuo reached out and gently stroked the girl in the photo.
The bathroom door opened, and Jiang Fei's slightly surprised voice came through: "You haven't gone to rest yet?"
Jiang Cuo turned around, waving the photo in her hand, smiling innocently with clear eyes: "Sister, who is he?"
Jiang Fei's expression changed, and she quickly took the photo and put it into the drawer along with the frame.
Jiang Cuo watched her somewhat flustered movements and smiled even more: "Is it someone your sister cares about a lot?"
“No.” Jiang Fei responded almost immediately, then pursed her lips. “Xiao Cuo, it’s getting late, you should go back and rest.”
Jiang Cuo nodded obediently, "Okay." After saying that, he turned and left, his smile gradually fading.
Is it Song Yan, or the man in the photo?
So sentimental.
Behind him, Jiang Fei watched his retreating figure, raised an eyebrow, looked away, opened a drawer, and took out the photograph.
I casually put the photo back in its original frame, never expecting it to be discovered today.
As I was deep in thought, my phone rang.
Jiang Fei glanced at the number on the screen, raised an eyebrow, and answered, "Hello?"
After a long silence, a low, husky voice came through the receiver, lacking its usual arrogance and instead carrying a hint of melancholy:
"Jiang Fei."
...
I've been staying at the company these past few days.
The couple used to ask him to go, but he refused no matter what. Now, however, he took the initiative to go.
He didn't want to be a useless person with no ability, and he didn't want... if one day Jiang Fei really proposed to break off the engagement, he wouldn't even have the chance to "fight for himself".
He had heard about Jiang Fei and Song Yan's situation.
He didn't know what their relationship was now, but what he was sure of was that after Song Yan celebrated Ruan Tang's birthday, Jiang Fei never appeared at school again.
She seemed to have vanished into thin air; even when he tried his best to investigate, Jiang's father would block any news about her.
Jiang's father protected her very well.
If Aunt Wen hadn't occasionally spoken with his mother and gotten Jiang Fei's phone number, he wouldn't have known how to contact her.
Even after getting her number, he hesitated to call her every day.
He once made an extremely wrong decision, one that he deeply regrets—he sent Jiang Fei to get close to Song Yan.
He never knew that Jiang Fei's words "I don't like it" that night at the ball would make him timid to this day.
But tonight, after reviewing all the complicated documents, I realized that my stomach, which hadn't eaten all day, was cold and cramping with pain.
Back home, the couple was arguing again, an endless quarrel accompanied by resentment and insults towards each other.
He didn't want to go back to that apartment; he couldn't bear the overwhelming memories it brought back.
Finally, Shen Fang walked to the lakeside where he had once strolled with Jiang Fei. The streets were empty and desolate, and he wandered alone.
After what seemed like an eternity, he took out his phone, looked at the number that had been lying dormant in his contacts for a long time, and finally dialed it.
The phone rang for a while before it was finally answered: "Hello?"
Chen Fang felt a sour taste in his throat and his stomach cramped even more, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
After a long pause, he finally spoke: "Jiang Fei."
"It's me."
"..." Jiang Fei fell silent.
Chen Fang stopped walking. He didn't know what to say. Only then did he remember that when they were together before, she was always the one who carefully started the conversation.
She had tolerated him for so long, but now she was finally fed up.
Shen Fang gripped his phone tightly: "I haven't been racing cars during this time."
"..."
“I haven’t smoked, drunk, or fought,” he said, gazing at the dark lake in the distance. “I’ve watched the movies you used to watch. It’s just that the light in the apartment’s living room is broken again. I went to several stores, but that light bulb is no longer sold. I replaced it with a warmer-toned one…”
“Shen Fang,” Jiang Fei interrupted him.
Settle down and quiet down.
Jiang Fei paused for a moment: "Where?"
He paused, his breath caught in his throat.
In a daze, it felt like I was back on the night I got into a fight. I called her, and she did the same thing, only asking, "Where are you?"
"By the lake."
The call was disconnected.
Chen Fang sat motionless on a stone bench by the lake. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a box of chocolates appeared in front of him.
He suddenly looked up.
Jiang Fei was standing in front of him, wearing a white dress, her long hair slightly disheveled, her face pale, holding a box of chocolates and handing it to him: "There was only one small supermarket on the way here."
Shen Fang stared blankly at the chocolate, without saying a word.
Jiang Fei paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I forgot, when you took me to the racetrack you said you hated eating this."
After saying that, she was about to throw the chocolate aside.
But it was taken away by a large hand.
Chen Fang opened the chocolate, quietly ate one, and found it very sweet, which made his heart ache.
"How did you know..." he asked, looking down.
Despite the seemingly nonsensical words, Jiang Fei understood: "You always skip breakfast," she chuckled, "I forgot, I brought you breakfast for the entire last holiday..." Her voice trailed off.
Jiang Fei paused for a moment, then sat down next to him.
Shen Fang lowered his eyes and smiled, then ate another chocolate.
“Jiang Fei…”
"Um?"
"You didn't come here to break off our engagement, did you?"
Jiang Fei remained silent for a few seconds.
She had originally planned to use up the last bit of goodwill, but she suddenly changed her mind.
My fiancé...
“I remember, it was you who was determined to break off our engagement,” Jiang Fei said, looking at the lakeside. “I didn’t even dare to admit my own identity, telling everyone I was your sister…”
“Now they know,” Shen Fang suddenly said.
Jiang Fei looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Shen Fang looked at her: "Now they know you are my fiancée, and everyone will know in the future..."
“What if I don’t want anyone to know?” Jiang Fei interrupted him.
Chen Fang paused, staring intently at her.
Just as he once didn't want anyone to know about their relationship, now it's the other way around.
“…as long as you don’t break off the engagement,” he said with difficulty, his eyes lowered.
A long silence.
Jiang Fei didn't say anything more, but simply stood up: "I should go back."
"I send you."
"Need not……"
"I'll take you." Shen Fang's voice softened.
She used to always keep him company late at night; now, he wants to keep her company.
Jiang Fei finally nodded.
It was the same familiar motorcycle, and the same familiar boy's back view.
But when Jiang Fei sat in the back seat and habitually held onto the handle behind her, Chen Fang paused for a long time, then turned his head and said, "Hold me, Jiang Fei."
The voice was low, like a request.
Half an hour later, the motorcycle slowed down and stopped in front of the villa.
Neither of them moved.
As Shen Fang felt the girl gently embracing his waist from behind, his heart ached with a bittersweet feeling, yet he also felt content.
The second floor of the villa.
The curtains fluttered in the night breeze through the half-open window, and behind them, Jiang Cuo stood watching the couple embracing intimately at the doorway.
That boy looks so familiar.
It was the childhood sweetheart in the photo, the boy who was lazily sleeping on her shoulder.
He had someone investigate, and the boy she was going to meet late at night for secret rendezvous with was named Shen Fang.
Why is she so sentimental? Didn't she just hug him and protect him today?
Jiang Fei finally jumped off the motorcycle and quietly entered the villa. But as soon as he got to the second floor and opened his room door, he heard a door open behind him.
A kind voice rang out: "Sister?"
Jiang Fei paused, then turned to look.
Jiang Cuo stood there in white pajamas, his wispy bangs obscuring his deep eyes.
"Xiao Cuo, you're still not resting?" Jiang Fei smiled. "It's very late..."
“Sister.” Jiang Cuo interrupted her, slowly walked up to her, and whispered in her voice, mimicking her tone, “I saw it all.”
Jiang Fei looked at him through the dim light of the wall lamp, then feigned calmness and said, "He's injured, I..."
"Is your sister feeling sorry for you?" Jiang Cuo interrupted her, still patiently responding to her words.
Jiang Fei pursed her lips and said, "I'm going to rest now." After saying that, she turned around, walked into the room, and closed the door.
The next second, there was a light knock on the door: "Sister, I have something I want to tell you."
Jiang Fei paused, then said, "It's too late..."
"It's just a problem."
Jiang Fei slowly opened the door.
Jiang Cuo lowered her head and obediently walked into her room, then slowly untied the belt of her pajamas.
Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes.
Jiang Cuo took off his pajamas and stood naked in front of her, devoid of emotion or desire, like a plaster sculpture.
Beneath her delicate and harmless face lay a body covered in bruises and scars, its skin a pale, sun-deprived color, with new and old wounds layered upon each other, some still oozing blood.
He carefully displayed this dilapidated body.
"Will my sister feel sorry for me?" Jiang Cuo asked with a smile.
Jiang Fei was taken aback, staring at the scars on his body. After a long while, her eyes reddened slightly.
Jiang Cuo looked down at the girl in front of him. There was no fear, no anger, and no contempt or panic in her eyes for his crazy actions.
She just looked at him.
However, the next second, she suddenly grabbed her pajamas, draped them over him, and pushed him out the door.
Jiang Cuo stared at the tightly closed door.
So you were still rejected?
That's right, how could someone as beautiful as her tolerate such a broken body?
He could only make her like himself and then tell her that he would never despise her.
Jiang Cuo's favorability rating: -60.
...
The Song family.
A cramped bedroom.
Song Yan sat quietly on the bed, surrounded by empty space. Her grandmother had been taken to the villa.
But he always felt that there was a faint, delicate fragrance lingering in the air.
He had no idea that his biological father, the one who abandoned him and his mother, was the head of the Song family.
But he couldn't even find anyone to resent anymore.
He died.
Late stage liver cancer.
So Song Yunshu brought him back—this man whom he should call grandfather, but could only address as "Old Mr. Song".
Originally, he should have completely severed ties with his previous life, especially that unsavory past of being "coerced and lured".
But he still came back here.
He didn't know why he came back, nor what he was waiting for.
Perhaps, once Jiang Fei appears and he returns the money to her, they will be even for good.
Perhaps, he wanted to return the white dress she had left behind to her.
It can't be that I just want to see her.
My phone suddenly rang.
Song Yan glanced at the screen, paused for a moment, and then answered, "Mr. Song."
"Xiao Yan, I'm planning to hold a banquet to publicly reveal your status as the legitimate heir of the Song family. What do you think?" Song Yunshu's voice carried the weariness of old age.
Song Yan lowered his head: "No need..."
The conversation suddenly stopped.
Song Yan stared intently at the chair in front of the desk. Back then, he sat there teaching Jiang Fei her lessons, while she sat on his lap, kissing him wantonly.
Will the Jiang family go too?
"Xiao Yan?"
"……good."
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