Chapter 507: She Kills, He Passes the Knife
Jiang Yuan sighed silently in her heart. Even at this time, Song Cun still said that he had no regrets. This was enough to show how deeply she was involved with Liang Zhouheng.
Thinking that Song Cun was alone in the hotel at the moment, although her voice sounded calm, Jiang Yuan still couldn't feel at ease.
"I'll go over with a bottle of wine. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Jiang Yuan put her phone beside the bed and started changing her clothes.
Yin Dong watched eagerly from the side, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Song Cun's anxious voice came from the phone, "Jiang Yuan, please don't come over. I don't want to drink. I'm planning to go to bed. I have to get up early for work tomorrow morning. I don't want my attendance deducted."
Jiang Yuan stopped moving her hands. She knew Song Cun too well, just like she knew herself. In essence, they were the same kind of people, who could withstand a blow.
They don't have the capital to be pretentious and willful. From being small town girls in remote corners to being able to gain a foothold in this big city where the law of the jungle prevails, they have gritted their teeth all the way and fought their way through thousands of enemies. Only they know best the hardships they have suffered in the process.
So, let alone a failed relationship, even if the sky falls, they still have to go to work and make money.
All the sadness and pain can only be suppressed in the heart. There is no outlet for venting, and there is no crying and wailing.
Jiang Yuan felt depressed and powerless, and she didn't know what to say to make Song Cun feel better.
After a while, she said, "Song Cun, if you want to cry, just cry. There's no need to be stubborn with me."
There was silence for a few seconds, and then Song Cun's voice came again, obviously choking, "I tried, but it doesn't seem to work."
Hearing Song Cun's suppressed voice, Jiang Yuan's throat felt sore and blocked, and she couldn't say a word.
She had felt this bone-eating and heart-searing pain, but there was no cure for emotional pain; it could only heal itself little by little over the slow passage of time.
"I can make it, Jiang Yuan, don't worry about me, I'm going to sleep, I'll be fine when I sleep."
After the call ended, Yin Dong stood aside, looking at Jiang Yuan's increasingly tense face, not daring to breathe.
He asked tentatively, "How is Song Cun? Don't you need to go over and check on him?"
Jiang Yuan raised her eyes and glanced at him, then sat down on the edge of the bed and suddenly said viciously, "I want to kill Liang Zhouheng."
Yin Dong took a deep breath, then came over slowly and sat down beside her. He pulled her hand over, held it in his own, and said naturally, "I'll hand you the knife."
Jiang Yuan turned her head and looked at him suspiciously, "Don't give me that. You two have been friends for more than 20 years. You can't just play together when you wear open-crotch pants. I'd be surprised if you could bear it."
While rubbing her palms, Yin Dong slowly corrected her: "If you count the period of open-crotch pants, it's almost thirty years."
Jiang Yuan subconsciously had an image of two little boys in open-crotch pants holding hands in her mind.
She shook her head, still holding her breath, "Why would you want to be friends with someone like him? You have such low standards for choosing friends."
Yin Dong clearly felt that he had been harmed by this bastard Liang Zhouheng. He was silent for two seconds, then said seriously, "I was just about to break up with him."
Jiang Yuan believed him and punched him with her fist.
He didn't even try to dodge, and took her punch with great pleasure. At the end, he even rubbed her hands.
He said nonchalantly, "He's been a playboy since he was little. He was popular with little girls in kindergarten. He went to school just to flirt with girls. He did nothing but talk about love every day, and his schoolbag was stuffed with a pile of love letters."
Jiang Yuan thought for a few seconds, then stared at him and asked, "How could you bear being with him? You often hang out with him, and those girls around him aren't just after him, right? I don't believe there aren't any girls handing you love letters."
Yin Dongmin was quick to sense the signs of his own misfortune and quickly put out the fire: "No. I'm different from him. I'm bothered by these kinds of things. Otherwise, how do you think I got into North City University?"
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