Chapter 160: Overturned? Impossible
At that time, the servants in the mansion were discussing quietly that the husband had smashed his valuable dowry, and the master of the house was reluctant to give in because he felt sorry for the priceless treasure.
They sum up their experience, so smart men must know how to control their temper to achieve immediate results.
Yesterday and today, being in a different place, Jiaying felt heartbroken. His father still had the right to shout and make a fuss, but he didn't even have a legitimate status.
There is no excuse to care about her.
But he felt that he still had to make some noise.
He walked towards the large vase.
Behind him came the sound of utensils being swept to the ground.
The movement came suddenly.
His fingers stopped just before touching the vase and he looked back in surprise.
Ye Xiaoman lost her temper before him and pushed a set of teapots on the cabinet to the floor.
She stood with her hands on the cabinet, her back to him, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she cried out in pain: "Why are you so disrespectful in front of me, huh?"
Ye Xiaoman didn't need to look back to know that Jiaying was standing there, caught off guard.
Jiaying is very simple and his next move is easy to guess.
She glanced at the ground. Good, the teapot, teacups and tea tray were made of iron. They would not break even if they were dropped hard. She achieved zero loss and did not have to pay a penny.
After a while, Jiaying said, "I..."
"A person of no importance."
"Is it not possible to even be angry?"
It doesn't matter, he repeated it twice and seemed deeply hurt.
Hold on, the car isn't about to flip over yet, let's see how she turns the tide.
She gathered her emotions and slapped the closet lightly in grief and anger.
Why tap "lightly"? Silly, doesn't it hurt your hand?
She turned around and pointed at Jiaying angrily, "I'm the one who should be angry."
"Cut it off completely and never get involved. You said it!"
"You told me to keep my distance from you!"
"Since you can't bring me happiness..."
She approached him step by step, her attitude a hundred times more arrogant than that of him, the victim.
The last step was to stop in front of him and look him in the face.
"Why do you come out and tell me what to do when I decide to start over?"
Ye Xiaoman sighed, "You've crossed the line, Jiaying."
Jiaying's face suddenly turned pale.
His eyes dimmed and all his strength seemed to have been drained from his body.
I couldn't say a word.
She was right, he was too selfish.
Although he knew that he couldn't abandon his responsibilities and hold her hand, he felt a little better when he saw her sitting in front of him.
Why should he do that?
He didn't even dare to confess as frankly as Ji Weiming.
Jiaying seemed to be trapped in endless darkness. The scenery before his eyes faded rapidly and he felt life was boring.
It seemed as if he would never be able to be happy again for eternity.
So this is what the old monks meant by a heart like a dead wood.
He really wanted to explain that he had his own reasons.
He sealed the heart of the devil and was responsible for the safety of all people in the world. By sacrificing himself, thousands of lovers like him and her could have a stable and happy life.
But what's the point of saying this? A responsible man should not let his beloved sacrifice himself.
In the end, Jiaying only raised the corners of his mouth with great effort, and said in a cold and low voice:
"Compared to me, King Rui, it's very good."
"He was brave enough to abandon his status and sever his bloodline..."
"I wish you happiness."
He turned around listlessly, like a puppet without vitality, and stumbled out of Ye Xiaoman's world.
"Wait a moment."
Ye Xiaoman stopped Jiaying in time when he was about to break out of the door.
Sister Man’s noble personality must never fall.
Cheating for the sake of wealth? That doesn't happen.
Our Pure Love God of War is so patient that he hides too deeply and often suffers unnecessary misunderstandings.
Every time I think of it in my dreams at midnight, I shed sad tears for my deep affection.
Sister Man has suffered so much injustice, but has she ever defended herself?
some.
Ye Xiaoman gave Jiaying a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Do you know why I would consider accepting Ji Weiming's proposal?"
Jiaying couldn't help but stop and asked, "Why?"
Ye Xiaoman wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
"There is only one truth."
She took a deep breath before continuing.
"You look alike."
"I just see your shadow in him."
Jiaying was confused.
No one has ever said how he and Ji Weiming are alike.
Could it be, Jiaying pondered and finally came to a conclusion, that the Ying family and the Ji family had been married eighteen generations ago. Could it be that because of this vague distant relationship, they look similar from a certain angle?
Jiaying was unsure, "Are he and I really alike?"
Ye Xiaoman nodded firmly, "Yes."
Jiaying was like a drowning man who finally grabbed a float. His emotions were completely controlled by her, and he breathed lightly as if he had survived a disaster.
Ye Xiaoman walked over and touched his waist, "Are you still angry?"
Jiaying shook his head.
Ye Xiaoman said, "I want to make candied haws for you. Do you want to come and see?"
After making a fuss, Jiaying realized that he was being unreasonable and nodded in shame.
Ye Xiaoman smiled, feeling happy that she had escaped a disaster, and said, "Come here."
They reconciled and walked out of the living room hand in hand.
Just as I walked into the yard, there was a loud bang.
The house behind him collapsed because of Jiaying's terrifying spiritual attack earlier.
The servants were in a panic.
Ye Xiaoman didn't even turn around and smiled, "How about making hawthorn first?"
Jiaying found a new place for Ye Xiaoman to live and returned to the temple with a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts.
Ji Weiming has been waiting for him for a long time.
They both have their own happy moments and are in a good mood.
Ye Xiaoman fried the chestnuts for Jiaying herself. Jiaying glanced at Ji Weiming and used his spiritual power to hold the paper bag and float it behind him. Wherever he went, the paper bag followed him.
When passing by Ji Weiming, the paper bag floated around Ji Weiming proudly.
Ji Weiming was amused. "You left the temple to buy something? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Jiaying: "Yeah."
Ji Weiming smelled the aroma of fried candy and said, "It's something children love to eat. If you want to buy something, just ask the servants to go. Why should you, the Holy Son, go in person?"
Jiaying: “I didn’t buy it.”
He emphasized: "It was given to me by someone else."
Ji Weiming: "Who?"
Jiaying did not answer.
Ji Weiming was not interested. "Have someone help Concubine Gong move to the best house in the temple."
When talking about the person he likes, Ji Weiming smiles brightly.
I couldn't help but confide in Jiaying, "My beloved girl has agreed to my proposal."
Jiaying said coldly, "She rejected you."
Stand-in, fake, the only reason you're in her good graces is because you look like me.
"How do you know?" Ji Weiming was surprised. "But judging from her tone, I think she has already agreed halfway."
Jiaying said, "It's impossible for you. Give up."
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