Chapter 5 How did her son cross the street hand in hand with Xu Jiao?
Ji Linchen refuted his mother. He said, "Mom, a person should be grateful and repay kindness. You can't look down on Uncle An just because I am the richest man now. Uncle An has been helping you with your stock and tidying up the warehouse for more than 20 years. He has taken you to the hospital when you were sick and opened a snack bar for you when you were hospitalized. Also, I will not marry the daughter of a wealthy family. An Nuan has been with me for so many years, I can't not marry her."
An Nuan felt very warm at that time, and was convinced that all her efforts over the years were not in vain.
But reality slapped her hard in the face.
An Nuan thought that Ji Linchen had feelings for her, and indeed he did, feelings that he was used to.
The reason why he didn't marry a rich girl was because Xu Jiao lived in his heart, and going on a blind date with another person was not as convenient as her.
Not only did he stop his mother, but he also warmed her heart at the same time.
Killing two birds with one stone. Now when An Nuan thinks about it, she feels like a joke.
Her father had been a slave to Ji Linchen's mother his entire life, and now she was the mother of the richest man. Even if she married, she wanted someone of equal status. To Ji Linchen's mother, her father was just a driver and a spare tire. Ha!
An Nuan shares the same fate as her father.
"Nuannuan, what nonsense are you talking about?"
If An's father hadn't noticed that An Nuan's forehead was still wrapped in gauze, he would have scolded her.
"Qingqing, don't overthink it. Children speak without restraint. Nuannuan, quickly apologize to your Aunt Wu."
Father An pushed An Nuan.
An Nuan didn't move, her attitude was very firm, "Dad, I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, then today, Aunt Wu, you have to give my dad a clear answer. Are you willing to marry my dad and live with him?"
"Nuannuan!"
Father An was furious, shocking the passers-by around him.
Ji Linchen's mother stood there in a daze, her face pale. She probably never thought that An Nuan would force her to marry him one day. Of course, she didn't want to marry her father.
Why?
After Wu Qingqing becomes a widower, she has to marry a bricklayer?
She didn't mind him bringing An Nuan with him, and it was fine if he ate and drank for free at his stall, but he also asked her to marry him? She just wanted a free porter who was too cowardly even if he had the intention.
"Nuannuan, did you quarrel with Lin Chen again? Don't be angry. Wait until Lin Chen comes back and see how Aunt Wu teaches him a lesson!" As soon as the words fell, Ji Linchen's mother saw Ji Linchen from a distance.
He waved and shouted, "Lin Chen..." His pale face, which was forced to abdicate by An Nuan, became even paler.
——Why was her son crossing the street hand in hand with Xu Jiao!??
After Ji Linchen dragged Xu Jiao and An Nuan apart, he found a place and told Xu Jiao all the pain and hatred that he had suppressed in his heart in his previous life.
In this life, he swore that he would never let her suffer even the slightest injustice again.
He decided to bring Xu Jiao to confront his mother.
As the sun sets, the streets are filled with the hustle and bustle of life. Ji Linchen, holding Xu Jiao's hand while crossing the street, is as beautiful as an oil painting.
His every smile, every gesture, and the tenderness that was etched in his bones and was exclusive to Xu Jiao were more dazzling than the sunset to An Nuan.
In more than 20 years of companionship, Ji Linchen had never held her hand to cross the street. Even for some dates she had arranged in advance, Ji Linchen would either walk forward or lower his head to play with his mobile phone. He never asked if there was a red light or someone bumped into An Nuan.
Now thinking about it, in her previous life, she had always been chasing after Ji Linchen, and even when she was angry, she had to coax him carefully.
An Nuan always thought that Ji Linchen didn't not love her, but had difficulty expressing his emotions. In fact, it was not the case. As long as the object was not her, he could express his emotions better than anyone else.
Just like the scene she saw now, after holding Xu Jiao's hand and crossing the road, he was still worried that the loose hair on Xu Jiao's forehead would be blown by the wind, so he raised his hand to tuck it behind her ears.
Those eyes, like the vast stars, were so gentle that they seemed to shed tears.
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