Chapter 25 Chapter 25 "Jiang Mian is not that kind of person."...
It is true that Jiang Mian has changed a lot in the past five years, in appearance, knowledge, and even his temperament.
Those are things that are difficult to change, and are slowly washed away by time into another state.
But even so, Jiang Mian's stubborn temper did not change at all.
Before I met Qiao Yu, he was a stubborn guy. He argued with his grandmother at home and with his teachers at school.
After that, they became closer and were willing to give in to Qiao Yu a little, but only a little. Once they had a dispute, the two of them would turn the roof off and argue until they were red in the face.
Jiang Mian is a soft-hearted person who only responds to tough situations, but Qiao Yu just won't give in to him. Each of them is more stubborn than the other, and the final outcome of the argument depends on whether Qiao Yu sheds tears.
Jiang Mian couldn't bear to see Qiao Yu cry.
It’s not that I’m afraid of him crying, but I’m afraid he will be allergic.
Qiao Yu was so naughty that she used this to bully Jiang Mian. When the tears came out, she didn't even wipe them away, just let them flow.
If Jiang Mian didn't take any action, his face would be so swollen that he wouldn't be able to show his face to anyone tomorrow. He didn't even bother to hide his arrogant thoughts, and Jiang Mian just fell for it and was always caught in it.
He was willing to pamper Qiao Yu and could negotiate and compromise on anything.
But they can’t separate, even if Qiao Yu’s face swells up like a pig.
"Three years ago, I discovered that the Jiang family had registered many shell companies in my name abroad. After investigation, I found that the companies were involved in transnational money laundering. My friend is investigating this case."
Qiao Yu was stunned.
It’s not that Qiao Yu didn’t understand what Jiang Mian said, but these things were too far away from ordinary people like him. It felt like something that could only appear in movies was suddenly brought up in front of him, and he was still a little confused.
Jiang Mian added: "That's all I can say."
Qiao Yu subconsciously looked around, but there was no one at the entrance of the alley.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally let go: "Let's go home first."
Aunt Sun hadn't left yet, and when she saw Jiang Mian, she asked him about his well-being for a long time.
Grandma was still awake, waiting to see Qiao Yu before going to sleep.
Jiang Mian followed Qiao Yu and wanted to go in, but was stopped halfway.
"Want to be beaten?" Qiao Yu asked.
Jiang Mian said sincerely: "I thought so."
I owe it.
Qiao Yu still didn't let Jiang Mian in.
He went to the bedroom and coaxed grandma to sleep, and Aunt Sun also went home.
There were only two of them in the living room. Qiao Yu poured two cups of hot tea and handed one to Jiang Mian.
"So..." Qiao Yu couldn't believe it, "You helped your friend investigate your home?"
He walked slowly to the low sofa in the living room and sat down, still skeptical about the conclusion he had drawn.
Jiang Mian took the cup of water: "You can say that."
Qiao Yu opened his eyes slightly.
Is this a case of killing one's own relatives for the sake of justice?
Although it is reasonable, it is still a bit shocking emotionally.
"You won't be implicated, right?" Qiao Yu asked.
Jiang Mian sat beside him, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
He did not answer Qiao Yu's question immediately. Instead, he met the other person's gaze and looked back quietly.
"Worried about me?"
Qiao Yu looked like he had eaten a fly and turned his face away.
Jiang Mian raised the corners of his lips, a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "No, I reported it in advance."
Qiao Yu held the cup of water and rested his chin on the rim of the cup. The hot water steamed his nasal cavity.
He still has a slight cold and feels dizzy now.
"The old man is dying, the second son and his uncle are fighting fiercely, and I'm muddying the waters on both sides, so I don't have much time to come look for you."
Qiao Yu was curious: "How do you stir it?"
Jiang Mian tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and tapped his face with his index finger.
Qiao Yu didn't understand: "Use your face to stir?"
Jiang Mian's eyes curved: "Give me a kiss."
Qiao Yu's face turned cold instantly.
Jiang Mian smiled even more happily: "I know what's going on, don't worry."
Qiao Yu said expressionlessly: "No one is worried."
"I'm just being sentimental," Jiang Mian changed the subject, "Can you tell me what you and Ji Zhongyuan talked about in the car? I'm very worried."
Qiao Yu drank his water in silence, then asked, "How do you know his name?"
Jiang Mian paused and said, "It's not hard to find out."
Qiao Yu was speechless.
"So what was discussed in the car?" Jiang Mian asked again.
Qiao Yu felt there was no need to hide it: "Let's go hiking."
"No," Jiang Mian said without hesitation, "Jiang Jinhua already knows that I'm here, you can't run around."
Qiao Yu didn't like the feeling of being interfered with: "Then don't come."
Jiang Mian was very straightforward: "But I miss you."
Qiao Yu paused for a moment and said nothing.
Jiang Mian added: "Although they don't dare to do anything to you."
Whether it is Jiang Jinhua or Jiang Junyao, it will not benefit them to anger Jiang Mian.
The only person who would target Qiao Yu is his cheap father, but recently they are acting out the drama of loving father and filial son, so they probably won't suddenly fall out and embarrass each other.
"It won't be long." Jiang Mian turned over Qiao Yu's palm, interlaced his fingers, and pressed his palm against his. "I promise."
While speaking, Mian kept looking into Qiao Yu's eyes. Qiao Yu could see that he was not lying.
But this frankness did not carry much weight for him.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Qiao Yu also looked into Jiang Mian's eyes and asked with the last bit of expectation.
But Jiang Mian just pulled his hand over, put it on the side of his face, and closed his eyes: "Ayu, I'm so tired."
The voice was low, a tiredness that could be felt.
Because of this sentence, Qiao Yu did not kick the person out late at night.
Soft-heartedness is partly why I'm doing this, and the other part is knowing that I can't drive them away, so I just don't bother.
Before going to bed, Qiao Yu did not forget to send a message to Ji Zhongyuan.
When asked how the conversation went, Qiao Yu thought for a moment and replied, "It's better not to talk about it."
Jiang Mian talked to him about the Jiang family's affairs. He was caught up in it and couldn't handle it all, and he was indeed exhausted.
No matter what, what does this have to do with Qiao Yu?
Jiang Mian is willing to sacrifice his own family for the sake of justice and to endure hardships to help the police uncle, which shows his noble moral character. However, it is over between him and Jiang Mian. It is over, and it will not change just because Jiang Mian sends their entire family to prison.
So what am I doing now? Qiao Yu couldn't help but think.
But when Jiang Mian hugged him and fell asleep with steady breathing, Qiao Yu's eyes fell on his slightly frowned brows, and he reached out and poked them gently with his fingertips.
Maybe I'm really too tired.
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After Jiang Mian fell asleep, Qiao Yu went to the bedroom by herself.
It is spring now, and it is not cold to sleep under the thin quilt on the accompanying bed.
He couldn't sleep well either. When he woke up and looked at his phone, it was just past four o'clock.
It's still dark outside, it should be a sunny day today.
Qiao Yu was reviewing words for a while when he suddenly heard rustling sounds outside the house.
He subconsciously turned off his phone, and the bedroom door was gently opened. Jiang Mian just took a look and quickly closed it again.
Leaving again? Qiao Yu thought, it’s too early.
He hesitated for a moment between continuing to pretend to sleep and getting up to say goodbye, but finally chose the latter.
But when he put on his coat and got out of bed, Jiang Mian had already opened the door and went out.
Qiao Yu quickly put on his shoes and followed.
He was afraid of waking up his grandma, so he didn't turn on the light or make any noise.
After leaving the bedroom, he hurriedly followed and wanted to call Jiang Mian, but he heard him whisper through the window: "Don't move, I'll be there soon."
Qiao Yu paused.
Who is Jiang Mian going to meet at this abnormal time?
Curiosity drove him to follow all the way until he was about to walk out of the alley. In the shadow at the alley entrance, he saw a tall and beautiful girl standing on the side of the road. She trotted towards Jiang Mian and started beating him up.
"Why don't you answer the phone? I have nowhere to go so late at night!"
Jiang Mian stood and let her hit him, it probably didn't hurt much: "Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"I'm here to catch someone cheating!" The girl snorted, "Where's your lover? Bring him out for me to see."
As she spoke, she looked behind Jiang Mian.
Feeling inexplicably guilty, Qiao Yu took a step back in fear.
He didn't listen to the rest of the conversation, nor was there any need to.
He hurried back home, locked the door from the inside, held the door handle with one hand, grabbed his collar with the other, and tore it out with force.
But the throat feels blocked and it is difficult to breathe.
He squatted down slowly, pressing his fingers down on the door panel. He felt as if all his bones had been pulled out, and his whole body slid down the wall bit by bit like a puddle of sticky mud.
Despair is silent.
Jiang Mian settled Qin Yulu down and it was almost five o'clock when he came back.
The room was as quiet as it was when he left.
There was still more than an hour before Qiao Yu got up. He took off his coat and lay back in the quilt as if nothing had happened.
However, within a dozen minutes, Jiang Mian sensed someone approaching and suddenly woke up to find Qiao Yu standing beside his bed.
There was no light in the room, so I couldn't see his face clearly.
Jiang Mian subconsciously pulled Qiao Yu's hand, and Qiao Yu sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mian asked.
"I can't sleep." Qiao Yu said in a hoarse voice.
"Let's sleep together." Jiang Mian lifted the quilt and squeezed in.
Qiao Yu lay beside him, resting her head on his arm: "Where's your phone? I'll set an alarm."
Jiang Mian took out his phone from his coat and tapped the screen a few times: "Starting at six?"
Qiao Yu hummed softly.
"Go to sleep." Jiang Mian put his phone on the bedside, put his arm around Qiao Yu's shoulder and pulled her into his arms.
Qiao Yu turned around and faced away from him.
Jiang Mian didn't mind and just stuck closer to Qiao Yu.
Time passed minute by minute, and when the breathing behind him became steady and long, Qiao Yu stretched his arm out from under the quilt and took the mobile phone that Jiang Mian had placed on the bedside.
The unlock password first used Jiang Mian’s birthday, which is wrong.
I changed my birthday and unlocked it.
Qiao Yu opened the social software he often used, and there were many unread messages that he had not received or notified.
The other party’s remarks were intimate yet strange: Yu Lu.
He continued to click into this person’s circle of friends.
A nine-grid selfie. The girl in the photo is pretty and cheerful.
Flipping down, it was during the Chinese New Year, she posted two screenshots of money transfers, with only three words in the caption: stinky straight man.
Qiao Yu clicked on the big picture with shaking hands, and the person who transferred the money was Jiang Mian.
There were two transfers, one for 520 and the other for 1314.
Qiao Yu looked at it for a long time.
Then he turned off the phone and put it back.
At 5:30 in the morning, Qiao Yu went out.
He first called Aunt Sun and said that he had something to do this morning and wanted her to come over early.
Then he sent another message to Zhou Shuhe, saying that he was not feeling well and hoped that he would ask his tutor for a day off on his behalf.
After explaining everything, Qiao Yu leaned against the wall and rested his forehead on the cold bricks.
He felt sick and dizzy, and his stomach was filled with burning acid that twisted his internal organs into a ball.
Feel like vomiting.
Qiao Yu bumped lightly against the wall.
The pain relieved the nausea that kept coming out of his heart. As if it was addictive, his strength became stronger and stronger.
The more pain, the better.
"Xiao Yu?" Ji Zhongyuan grabbed Qiao Yu's shoulders and pulled him back, "What are you doing!?"
Qiao Yu felt dizzy and fell backwards into the other person's arms: "Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan?"
His voice trembled, and he seemed to be more sober. He tried to be normal: "I...I don't seem to be well."
Anyone can see it.
Ji Zhongyuan raised his hand and pressed it on Qiao Yu's forehead, touching the sticky blood. His eyes were full of shock and he was speechless for a moment.
"I don't want to be here," Qiao Yu choked, "Can you take me away?"
Ji Zhongyuan took Qiao Yu back to his home.
Qiao Yu was in a very bad state. He was lying on the lazy sofa by the balcony, motionless like a stone.
He didn't seem to react, and even seemed quite calm.
But Ji Zhongyuan knew that if everything was fine, Qiao Yu could digest the negative emotions by himself, and he would not show such an abnormal side to others, including himself.
"Auntie Sun is here," Ji Zhongyuan squatted beside Qiao Yu and covered him with a blanket, "Are you cold? I cooked porridge."
"It's not cold," Qiao Yu lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes condensed into a small black tuft by her tears, "Brother Yuan, I made you worry again."
"It's been like this since I was a kid," Ji Zhongyuan took out a piece of paper and wiped his tears, "I'm used to it."
He left the room and asked for leave, then went to the kitchen to get half a bowl of porridge.
Qiao Yu leaned his body against the balcony window frame with his eyes closed.
The dim morning light fell on his face, revealing a layer of broken skin on his forehead and a slight bruise.
The porcelain-white and clean skin is like a flawless piece of warm jade, with faint traces of tears on it.
Ji Zhongyuan pulled up his trouser legs and sat next to him.
The rice porridge in his hands was steaming. He raised his head to look at the pale sky outside the window, thought for a moment, moved closer to Qiao Yu, and gently lifted his head to lean on his shoulder.
"Eat something, or go to bed and take a nap."
Qiao Yu shook his head slightly.
Ji Zhongyuan sat beside him, accompanying him quietly.
Since Qiao Yu didn't speak, he didn't ask first.
Although the matter seemed serious, it was probably inseparable from Jiang Mian, so Ji Zhongyuan was too lazy to mention this person.
"Brother Yuan."
"Um?"
"Jiang Mian has a girlfriend."
“…”
The amount of information was so explosive that Ji Zhongyuan paused for a long time before reacting.
"Jiang Mian is not that kind of person."
After all, they have watched each other grow up. Although Ji Zhongyuan doesn't like this kid, Jiang Mian's character should not be so corrupted.
"This must be a misunderstanding. It would be better to ask in person."
But Qiao Yu shook his head.
If he hadn't heard the phone call with his own ears, Qiao Yu wouldn't have believed that Jiang Mian would lie to him.
Just like now, Qiao Yu didn't think Jiang Mian would do such a thing.
"How can I ask?" Qiao Yu curled the corners of his lips and pulled out an ugly smile, "I can't ask."
Ji Zhongyuan said: "I'll go ask."
If Jiang Mian really did such a thing, the victim would not only be Qiao Yu, but also that girl.
No matter what the reason, Ji Zhongyuan's fist would hit him in the face.
"Please don't ask." Qiao Yu closed his eyes.
He was already embarrassed enough.
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