Jiang Panyu covered her mouth tightly, afraid of making any sound.
She didn't know why she was hiding at the door and eavesdropping. If she were given another chance to choose... she definitely didn't want to hear any of this.
How could that be?
How is that possible? !
How could her gentle mother be a lunatic who tortured her daughter day and night after being caught having an affair with an adulterer?!
In Jiang Panyu's memory, Qiao Yixiuan was an impeccable mother. She was always dignified and beautiful, gentle and kind. No matter what she did, Qiao Yixiuan would never blame her.
She used to think it was because she had been wandering outside for fourteen years and Qiao Yixiuan felt sorry for her, so she indulged her a lot, but now it seems... it is clearly more like an alternative form of compensation.
Qiao Yixiuan knew that she felt sorry for Jiang Rong, so she put her guilt towards Jiang Rong on Jiang Panyu.
"Ah." Jiang Rong pushed open the door and met Jiang Panyu's tearful eyes. She smiled and said, "You heard everything? What do you think?"
"I...I..." Jiang Panyu choked up, "I'm sorry, Xiaorong, I didn't know before."
Jiang Rong nodded and said, "Now you know."
Jiang Panyu pursed her lips and held Jiang Rong's hand: "Mom...she also has her own difficulties."
Jiang Rong still smiled: "Really?"
"I've heard people say that Dad used to... used to have a lot of women outside, and Mom was so devastated that she did some... some pretty crazy things. But Xiaorong," Jiang Panyu said seriously, "Mom's kindness to you is real. Have you forgotten all that?"
She spoke sincerely and softly, "Xiao Rong, forgive your mother, reconcile with her, and let's live a good life as a family, okay?"
Jiang Rong looked at her quietly, then slowly withdrew his hand, unable to help laughing: "Pan Yu, it wasn't you who knelt on the floor all night, it wasn't you who was splashed with scalding wax, it wasn't you who had needles piercing your fingertips, and it wasn't you who was burned by cigarette butts."
"So what?" Jiang Panyu said, "Even if my mother treated me like this, I would forgive her! After all... after all, she gave birth to me!"
Jiang Rong nodded: "You are right, she gave birth to you, but I am not her child."
She said coldly: "So I will never forgive Qiao Yixuan."
Jiang Rong turned and walked away. Jiang Panyu cried out, "Jiang Rong! Are you only going to remember the bad things others did to you, and not the good things others did to you? What's the point of living like this?!"
Jiang Rong found her words very amusing, so he replied with a smile: "There's really no point in living for me, so I plan to drag everyone down with me to die."
"Ginger!"
Jiang Rong ignored her, went downstairs with a cold expression, and walked out through the back door.
On the garden path, a slender figure had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Jiang Rong coming, he put out the cigarette in his hand and said, "From your appearance, the conversation was not very pleasant."
"There's really nothing to say between her and me. Don't you know that, brother?" Jiang Rong was completely disgusted by Jiang Panyu, so he didn't bother to play the role of brother and sister with Jiang Ci anymore. He raised the corner of his lips and said, "Or do you have the same goal as your good sister, to persuade me to let it go?"
Jiang Ci didn't say anything, but took two steps forward, as if just to be able to see her face clearly in the dim light.
Jiang Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly leaned close to him and whispered, "Brother, when I was very young, I came out of Qiao Yixuan's room holding my wounds, you hugged me and said you would protect me and take me away from here, but I waited and waited."
"By the time my outstanding brother was admitted to university and took over the Jiang family's business, I was still stuck here."
The moonlight was cold, but the lights were warm, mixing together to form an ambiguous color. Jiang Rong's black hair was blown by the wind, and her skin was so fair that it seemed to emit a faint light. Her bewitching appearance was so beautiful that even though she approached with bad intentions, Jiang Ci did not retreat a single step.
"In the end, what I waited for was expulsion." Jiang Rong sighed: "If Qiao Yixuan hadn't pulled my hair and called me a bastard the night before, and hadn't slapped me and left cigarette burns on my body... I should have been quite happy when I left."
"Actually, I've always known." Jiang Rong smiled and said, "You were watching from the window that night. I cried and called for my brother to save me... Jiang Ci."
Jiang Rong looked into Jiang Ci's eyes and said softly, "But you turned around and left."
Jiang Ci's fingers moved, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end, he just said calmly: "So tonight you are not only going to settle old scores with Qiao Yixuan, but also with me."
"It's not your turn yet." Jiang Rong said nonchalantly, "Don't worry."
She walked around Jiang Ci and continued to walk out, her figure lonely and indifferent. Jiang Ci suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with Shang Shaoheng?"
Jiang Rong turned around and smiled faintly in the moonlight: "Who are you to ask me this question?"
"Is it Jiang Ci, or my brother?"
"Is there any difference?" Jiang Ci said coldly: "I am Jiang Ci, and I am also your brother."
"That's true." Jiang Rong nodded. "But I'm not in a good mood tonight. I don't want to answer your questions. I'm leaving."
Jiang Ci kept watching her back until she disappeared, still standing there.
The wind at night is lonely, carrying the slightly bitter scent of June chrysanthemums.
He suddenly remembered that when Jiang Rong was very young, he once said that the flower language of June chrysanthemum is separation.
…
Jiang Rong walked out of the community gate, lowered his eyes and prepared to ask Song Shao to call a taxi for him - if he could avoid spending his own money, Jiang Rong would definitely not spend it.
Just as she took out her cell phone, a car horn suddenly sounded. Jiang Rong looked up and saw a black Maybach parked on the side of the road. She had a bad feeling at the sight of the blinding license plate. Sure enough, the driver's seat slowly swung down, revealing Shang Shaoheng's face, which was even more eye-catching than the license plate with a string of 9s.
He originally had an impeccable appearance, both in terms of his bones and skin. Now the lights were dim and the surroundings were quiet, which made his facial features look extremely superior. If Jiang Rong had not seen the word "vicious" in his eyes, she would still be willing to admire him.
After just one glance, Jiang Rong quickly looked away and turned away. Shang Shaoheng tapped the steering wheel and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"
Jiang Rong turned around and smiled: "Oh, it turns out that it's Instructor Shang here. It was so dark that I didn't recognize him for a moment. In fact, I was planning to go back to Bailu Manor to thank you!"
"Thank me for what?"
Jiang Rong raised his wrist: "Thank you for the birthday present you gave me."
Shang Shaoheng glanced at it.
When I saw it in the warehouse before, I thought this bracelet was very suitable for Jiang Rong, and it really looked very beautiful on her.
"You're welcome." Shang Shaoheng said, "This isn't your birthday present. Your birthday present is in the trunk. Open it and take a look."
Jiang Rong carefully opened the trunk and saw a wheelchair neatly placed inside.
Jiang Rong: “…”
As expected of you, Shang Shaoheng. You came all the way to the Jiang family to arrest me, just to break my legs, right?!
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