Chapter 12 Which one is the real you?
In the quiet private villa of the Lu family, Lu Zhaoye leaned against the bay window.
He bent one leg slightly, his posture casual and somewhat lazy. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp of whiskey, the liquid slowly rolling down his Adam's apple.
At the same time, the other hand subconsciously reached for the cigarette box.
When he picked up the cigarette, he suddenly realized that the lighter was missing.
His thoughts drifted away in an instant, and he suddenly remembered that the lighter had been taken away by that cunning woman a long time ago.
The moonlight was cold, like a layer of gauze, shining through the glass onto the chiseled face.
The scene when he first met Jiang Tingwan involuntarily emerged in his mind.
At that time, she was wearing a white dress, like a blooming white lotus, standing gracefully in the center of the banquet hall.
And when people look closely, they will find that there is a hint of cold light hidden under her drooping eyelashes.
The scene of the garden in the early morning also appeared clearly in his mind.
She fell into his arms without warning, and at that moment, the faint jasmine scent emanating from her hair, like an invisible silk thread, quietly entangled in his heart.
The slit of the cheongsam inadvertently revealed a section of calf, which was as white as snow, making him feel dazed.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cigarette in his hand, and his thoughts drifted to the charity dinner that day.
She was wearing a dark green dress that seemed to be tailor-made for her, perfectly outlining her slim figure.
When she looked back, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and that hidden charm was like a sharp hook, drilling straight into people's hearts.
Lu Zhaoye's breathing suddenly stopped, as if this sudden memory hit a string deep in his heart.
What impressed him most was the scene tonight.
Miss Jiang, who is usually gentle and well-behaved, picked up the ice bucket without hesitation and poured it at the bald man.
In the dim light, the flying ice cubes sparkled coldly, and her taut jawline exuded a chilling majesty.
The cold aura she exuded as she warned those men.
There was also the crisp sound of her high heels stepping on the marble floor when she took Ruan Yue away.
Every sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.
But when she turned to look at Ruan Yue, the tenderness revealed in her lowered eyes was so real, not fake at all.
Lu Zhaoye suddenly sneered at himself.
He recalled the cunning look in her eyes when she always pretended to be good.
Perhaps, their first meeting took place much earlier than that grand banquet.
I still remember that night in the bar, the woman who pretended to have great luck and won three games in a row.
Isn't there the same cunning in his eyes and eyebrows as Jiang Tingwan?
Now that I think about it, maybe that woman was her from the very beginning.
"Jiang Tingwan..."
He whispered the name, the tip of his tongue against his teeth, his voice revealing a hint of confusion that he himself was not even aware of.
Which one is the real you?
Is she a gentle and graceful lady? Or a cunning hunter who is good at strategizing and maneuvering at the gambling table? Or is she the eldest daughter of the Jiang family who showed no mercy to the villains and decisively poured ice water on them tonight?
The moonlight slowly shifted, as if it was also lingering on his tangled thoughts.
His fingertips seemed to still retain the warm touch of her delicate skin when he grasped her wrist.
We have only met a few times... Why is the impression so unforgettable...
A gleam of determination flashed in Lu Zhaoye's eyes. He suddenly picked up the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
He wanted to use this spicy liquid to extinguish the tangled thoughts in his mind.
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At noon, the sunlight shone through the car window unreservedly, casting tiny spots of light on Ruan Yue's profile.
At this moment, Ruan Yue was wearing Jiang Tingwan's beige sweater dress. The loose style made her figure look even more fragile, as if a breeze could blow her down.
Her fingers were unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, and she looked like a little bird that had strayed into a strange jungle, her eyes full of anxiety and confusion.
Jiang Tingwan looked at her through the rearview mirror, and suddenly a strange and soft feeling came to his heart. This feeling came unexpectedly, but it was real and tangible.
"arrive."
The car stopped steadily in front of the carved door of Jiang's residence. Jiang Tingwan reminded gently, with a hint of soothing in her voice.
Ruan Yue slowly raised his head and looked at the magnificent old house in front of him.
The towering gatehouse and carved walls all demonstrate the majesty and solemnity of this mansion.
Her pupils trembled slightly, obviously shocked by the scene before her.
Jiang Tingwan paused slightly, and finally just patted Ruan Yue's hand gently and spoke softly.
"take it easy."
After sending Ruan Yue to the study, Jiang Tingwan came to the pavilion in the courtyard alone, leaned quietly against the pavilion pillar, letting the breeze caress her face.
Her eyes fell on the koi swimming leisurely in the pond, and her thoughts drifted back to twenty years ago.
At that time, Jiang's father was standing in this place, looking at her seriously, and then he spoke slowly.
"From now on, you are the daughter of the Jiang family."
However, this seemingly gorgeous house never really gave her warmth.
She once had a glimmer of hope for family affection.
Although she knew very well that she shouldn't have such fantasies, at certain unintentional moments, those desires would still grow in her heart.
She had imagined that her mother would be there to accompany her tenderly, and that someone would hug her gently and soothe her softly on the dark night; she had imagined that someone would carefully comb her long hair, and that her father would hold her up high with doting.
But the family affection in the Jiang family has always been as fragile and indifferent as thin ice. In the house, Jiang's father and mother don't even bother to maintain superficial affection.
When she first entered the Jiang family, she saw Jiang's father coldly walking around Jiang's mother, while Jiang's mother didn't even raise her eyelids, but just gently turned a page of a magazine with her fingertips.
There was no love or hatred in their eyes, no quarrels, and even no flirting like that between ordinary couples.
On weekdays, Jiang's father is always buried in piles of documents, while Jiang's mother is busy attending various luxurious tea parties.
In this huge mansion, she is like an exquisite but cold decoration, placed in a long-designed position. She seems important, but she can never fit into this home.
She couldn't help but think of those banquets when her mother introduced her to the guests.
The decent yet distant smile on her face seemed as if she was just showing everyone a flawless collection, not her own daughter.
A self-deprecating arc appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she thought secretly in her heart.
The Jiang family has given her more than enough: top-notch educational resources, endless wealth, and an enviable social status.
These are things that many people cannot achieve in their entire lives, so what else could she be dissatisfied with?
Standing in the position I am in now, how can I still be troubled by these illusory emotions?
Really... pretentious.
The sound of the wind was crisp, like a sharp blade, as if it wanted to cut off the weak thoughts in her heart that shouldn't exist.
In this world of fame and fortune, feelings are the most luxurious thing.
"You're so greedy." She sneered softly, trying to dispel the loneliness in her heart.
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