Chapter 136 The Emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is
Song Zhi stood at the entrance. The blood on his forehead had dried, and his suit jacket still had wrinkles and dust from the car accident.
His eyes fell on the figure in front of the French window.
Jiang Tingwan curled up in the single sofa, her long black hair falling on the collar of her white sweater, revealing a slender neck. She flipped the magazine with her white fingertips, and her whole body showed a relaxation that was different from usual.
As if she noticed his gaze, she raised her head.
Their eyes met, and her gaze lingered on his injured forehead for a second, then she naturally lowered her eyes and continued reading the magazine, as if the blood had nothing to do with her.
Song Zhi tightened his hands at his side, and finally turned around silently and went back to the bedroom to change out of his torn suit.
He should have expected her to react like this. What on earth was he expecting...
When he returned to the living room again, he found an open medicine box on the coffee table, with iodine, gauze and cotton swabs neatly arranged beside it.
The housekeeper explained in a low voice: "Miss Jiang asked me to prepare it."
He looked at the figure in front of the French window.
Jiang Tingwan was still flipping through the magazine intently, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
"Hurry up and deal with it," she said slowly without turning around, her tone light, as if she was just saying it casually, "otherwise it will be bad if no one holds him back."
She was referring to Wen Nian.
Song Zhi knew that she hoped he would continue to divert Wen Nian's attention so that she could continue to spend her days leisurely in this villa.
But even so, his fingertips tightened slightly, and his heart seemed to be gently grasped by something.
The housekeeper called a private doctor, and Song Zhi silently let him wipe the wound on his forehead.
The stinging pain of the medicine seeping into the wound made him frown slightly, but his eyes were always on her back.
The white figure seemed particularly quiet in the twilight, yet it seemed like a boundary that he could never truly reach.
But even though he knew that the tenderness she showed him was calculated, he still enjoyed it.
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The night was dark, Song Zhi stood on the balcony, the cigarette between his fingertips flickering in the cold wind.
The internal strife within the Song family is coming to an end.
Those illegitimate children were clumsy in their methods and too blatant in their ambitions, and they couldn't shake him at all.
In fact, from the very beginning, he was not worried that the group of illegitimate children would be able to seize power.
After all, his mother was more cruel than anyone else. When Song Zhi was still young, she taught him how to make choices and how to be ruthless.
But equity, status, wealth, these things that were within his reach, now made him feel boring.
He looked up at the second floor and saw that the lights in Jiang Tingwan's room had already been turned off.
In the darkness, he could still seem to see her leaning against the bed, flipping through a book, her black hair hanging down and her eyebrows and eyes lazy.
He thought back to the day she stood in the dressing room and said she wanted to "go with him."
It seemed that he was the one in control of the overall situation, but in fact, he was the one who was taken away.
Jiang Tingwan is always calm and at ease. Even if she is "imprisoned" in this villa by him, she can always find the most comfortable way to survive in the shortest time.
On the contrary, he was willing to disrupt the chess game he had carefully arranged just because of her words.
The cigarette ash fell down, and Song Zhi pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.
When the internal fighting is over, what reason does he have to keep her?
Maybe he was wrong from the beginning.
If he hadn't provoked her in the box that day and hadn't taken her away for some unknown reason, it wouldn't be so difficult now.
A person like him, born in a twisted family, should be calculating and cold-blooded in nature. But now, for that little bit of insignificant "love", he has become indecisive, which is really ridiculous.
How much does he lack love?
Even the medicine box that she casually asked someone to bring made him think about it over and over again, as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.
The night wind blew past, and the cigarette finally burned out, burning his fingertips.
Song Zhi extinguished the spark expressionlessly, turned around and walked into the darkness.
Is it Jiang Tingwan who is imprisoned in this villa?
Or him?
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The winter sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor.
Jiang Tingwan cut the steak on the plate slowly and methodically.
Zhou Luoyao was sitting opposite. She had been coming here more and more frequently in the past few days, perhaps because she felt that the environment here was good and suitable for working.
She stuffed food into her mouth and asked vaguely, "Are you really going to live here forever?"
"Of course I have to go out." Jiang Tingwan didn't even raise her head when she heard this, "But didn't you notice that there are eight more bodyguards outside than last week?"
Zhou Luoyao almost choked on the red wine. She looked out the window and couldn't help but ask, "Damn, is he going to keep you under house arrest for life?"
The silver knife made a light sound on the porcelain plate. Jiang Tingwan raised her lips slightly: "Why are you in such a hurry?" She raised her eyes, and her eyes were still calm. "There will always be a way."
Zhou Luoyao looked at her with an indifferent look and the corners of her mouth twitched. It seems that the eunuchs are anxious even though the emperor is not.
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At afternoon tea time, the housekeeper informed Jiang Tingwan that she had a call.
Jiang Tingwan took the phone and the caller ID showed "Mrs. Song".
She raised an eyebrow - it was a little later than she expected.
"Ms. Jiang." The voice on the other end of the phone was still restrained and cold. The lady's voice sounded like a judgement, "I admit that I underestimated you at the beginning. But you two can't be together openly after all."
"However." Song's mother paused, but her tone softened in a rare moment. "As long as you persuade him to marry Ou Ya as soon as possible, I don't care what happens to you after the marriage. The resources of the Song family will also be tilted towards Tingyue."
It seemed that the internal fighting was about to end, and now she wanted to quickly determine the overall situation.
The sunlight danced on Jiang Tingwan's nails. She looked at the layers of bodyguards outside the window and smiled lightly: "Aunt Song, if I'm not mistaken--" She said softly, "You are so persistent in letting him take over the Song family. Is it to avenge Uncle Song's romantic debts outside these years?"
Although she had never taken the initiative to ask Song Zhi about the Song family, she could still see a thing or two based on her years of socializing in Kyoto.
The person on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped breathing. Song's mother did not expect that Jiang Tingwan would expose her thoughts so bluntly.
"You said you could allow him to continue looking for me after marriage," Jiang Tingwan didn't wait for her reply, his fingertips brushed the rim of the cup, and continued, "But have you ever thought that the result of doing so will only make Ou Ya become the next you?"
"You..." When Song's mother heard this, she was choked for a moment, and then there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Tingwan was about to hang up when she caught a glimpse of a slender figure near the door.
Song Zhi had been standing there for some time, with his suit jacket draped over his arm. Perhaps he had been listening for a long time.
"I'm sorry." He met her gaze and his voice was hoarse. "I didn't know she was going to call."
The sun was streaming between them. Jiang Tingwan hung up the phone calmly. She didn't care whether he heard it or not: "It's okay."
The two looked at each other across half of the living room, and neither of them spoke again.
In the end, it was Song Zhi who looked away first, and the lines of his shoulders were extremely tense when he turned around.
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