Chapter 95: Don’t contact me anymore, you deserve a better girl
When Jiang Yue first met Song Lehan, he thought she was very spoiled. Although her family was not well off, she acted like a little princess and could not endure any hardship.
He had seen her overwhelmed with work, breaking down and hiding in a corner wiping away tears; he had seen her holding back tears in her first film when she couldn't find a camera and was being taunted by the director; he had also seen her red eyes when she was diagnosed with mental problems, wanting to cry but unable to.
She became less crybaby.
Later, Jiang Yue realized that Song Lehan was not spoiled, but was protected too well.
After her father fell ill, she had just entered society and was asked to abide by social rules before she had time to adapt. People like Jiang Yue, who had already been wandering around in society, had no idea about girls raised by ordinary families.
This can't be blamed on her parents.
After all, they thought that this was a way to protect Song Lehan.
There was another vibration, and Jiang Yue withdrew his thoughts.
[Is it me? Jiang Yue, you don't like me, right?]
The words Song Lehan sent didn't sound like a rhetorical question, but rather a reminder to him.
Remind him not to fall in love with her.
They were destined to be impossible from the beginning.
Jiang Yue turned off his phone and did not reply.
On the other end, Song Lehan seemed to understand and put away his phone. He casually threw the bottle of grape-flavored green juice into the trash can.
The next afternoon, Zhang Zhiya took half a day off and took Song Lehan to the hospital to see her father Song Jianhua.
"Dad, I'm here to see you."
While her mother went to fetch water, Song Lehan secretly spoke to Song Jianhua about her inner thoughts.
She sat beside the bed, lowered her eyes, and stared at Song Jianhua's hands with needles inserted. "Dad, how have you been recently? Are you feeling comfortable with the care of the nurse?"
"My illness seems to have worsened. I have to go for treatment again. I don't know when I will be able to recover this time."
After a pause, Song Lehan raised his head and looked out the window.
"I broke up with him."
"Actually, I didn't want to break up with him. Jiang Yue saw me and forced me to do it. It was the same thing last time."
"If only Jiang Yue hadn't seen it. If only I had been more cautious."
Song Lehan stopped talking and fell silent.
After a while, the door of the ward was pushed open and Zhang Zhiya walked in.
"What did you say to your dad?" She put the kettle on the table and looked at Song Lehan with a smile, "Look at your dad's face, it's even rosier than mine."
Following what she said, Song Lehan took a look and smiled, "It is indeed very rosy."
Zhang Zhiya wiped Song Jianhua's face and upper body, muttering some trivial things in life while wiping. Song Lehan sat beside him and listened silently, laughing from time to time.
The long-lost warmth allowed Song Lehan to relax for a moment.
It was like going back to a long time ago, when her mother was nagging her father about some trivial matter. Her father would not talk back, but let her scold him, but secretly made faces at her behind her back.
At that time, Song Lehan just thought it was an extremely ordinary afternoon and a very ordinary day.
But now, it has become a luxury.
After leaving the hospital, Song Lehan received a text message.
Are you sick?
Song Lehan didn't recognize this number and couldn't figure out who the owner of this number was.
Her sixth sense told her to reply.
【Who are you? 】
A few minutes later, the other party replied.
【I am Xu Jiangcuo.】
Xu Jiangcuo didn't intend to hide it, and he had thought about being blocked, but he didn't want to lie to Song Lehan.
Song Lehan: [Why do you ask this? ]
Xu Jiangcuo sent her a photo he had taken when she entered the hospital. The next second, he explained, "I happened to see you when I came to the hospital. I didn't mean to follow you."
Seeing this, Song Lehan asked: "Are you here for a head check? What did the doctor say?"
Xu Jiangcuo didn't know how to answer.
Just at this moment, calls came in and he was busy dealing with other things.
Song Lehan waited for a while, but there was no reply from Xu Jiangcuo, so he turned off the phone with a gloomy expression.
They agreed to never see each other again, but when they really got in touch, Song Lehan couldn't bear to block and delete him again.
She didn't want to really say goodbye to Xu Jiangcuo.
But, it seems that there is no such opportunity.
If Jiang Yue found out that she was in contact with Xu Jiangcuo again, who knows what he would do to Xu Jiangcuo.
Jiang Yue is powerful and influential, and Xu Jiangcuo is just an ordinary person and cannot bear it at all.
Song Lehan didn't want to hurt Xu Jiangcuo anymore.
After thinking about it carefully, she opened her phone and sent another message to Xu Jiangcuo.
[Don't contact me anymore. You deserve a better girl. Forget me and our past. I'm sorry. I hope you can be happy.]
I hope you can be happier than me.
After sending this message, Song Lehan stared at the phone screen in a daze.
No blocking, no deletion.
She didn't want to be so decisive.
As long as you don’t contact me in the future, it doesn’t matter whether I block you or delete you.
The message interface suddenly flashed "read".
Song Lehan's eyes flashed slightly, and he stared at the screen closely, with a hint of anticipation.
Time passed by little by little, and Xu Jiangcuo did not reply.
yes.
What else could he reply?
She clearly told him not to contact her anymore, so what else could he reply?
The old house of the Ji family.
In the Chinese-style living room, Xu Zhizhang sat in the middle and waved to Xu Jiangcuo in front of him.
"Come here, let me take a look at you."
After so many years, his eldest son has indeed grown up and no trace of his childhood appearance can be seen at all.
Xu Jiangcuo obediently took two steps forward, his back straight, his eyes lowered, reluctantly.
He was wearing the clothes he had gotten from Song Lehan. They were simple short-sleeved shirts and long pants, but he looked stylish in them. Xu Zhizhang looked him up and down. His son had finally grown into the look of an adult.
If you look closely at his facial features, you will find that his eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Xu Zhizhang, and his mouth and nose are like his mother's. Together, they look even better than Xu Zhizhang when he was young.
Xu Zhizhang nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, it looks a bit like me."
This is what a successor should look like.
Xu Zhizhang picked up the document beside him, which contained Xu Jiangcuo's experiences over the years. After reading two pages, he put it down again, looked up at Xu Jiangcuo, and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to recognize me?"
When we were in college, she said she didn't want him as a father. After so many years, why did she suddenly change her mind?
Xu Zhizhang was curious, but he wanted to know more about Xu Jiangcuo's purpose in coming to him this time.
Xu Jiangcuo's hands hung at his sides. He slowly raised his head, his brows firm, and said, "I want to be the second you."
"The second me?" Xu Zhizhang repeated, then paused for a second before nodding and chuckling. "Interesting."
Xu Jiangcuo is serious.
He wanted to know if he could be as powerful as Jiang Yue, would Song Lehan...
"As far as I know, you and the young lady from the Ji family didn't have any children after you got married." Xu Jiangcuo met his scrutiny, his expression unchanged. "Now, you only have me as your child."
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