75 True and False
◎To live or die*2◎
"No, it's just a nuisance call."
Jiang Suiyun subconsciously didn't want He Linchuan to know.
She came over and took the wheelchair from the rehabilitation therapist.
When he returned to the ward, he saw two more fruit baskets on the table. Jiang Suiyun felt unlucky and put the things aside.
During this period, many partners came to visit He Linchuan, but most of them were just showing concern on the surface, but actually had bad intentions. Some even used the name of concern to deliberately say some offensive words in order to find out the truth.
Generally speaking, he would turn down all the requests that could be made. He Linchuan would only meet with those who really couldn't be turned down, but there were quite a few of them.
Jiang Suiyun sighed and gave all the fruits to the nurse at the front desk.
When she returned to the ward, she saw a document on He Linchuan's lap.
In the afternoon, sunlight streamed in through the window, filling the ground with golden fragments. Some of the sunlight also fell on the side of He Linchuan's face, making his eyes seem somewhat calm, and even with a hint of loneliness that would never have appeared in him before.
He raised his hand and handed her the document.
"Here, keep it."
Jiang Suiyun took it doubtfully, opened it and saw that his pupils shrank slightly - it was the property certificate of the old house that had been included in the demolition plan a long time ago.
"This...?" She raised her head and looked at He Linchuan.
"There was a problem with the paperwork before, but I've already had it sorted out, so it won't be demolished."
His words were light and his profile looked a little distant and indifferent in the light. His voice was flat and straightforward, without any emotion in it. He was completely different from his usual attitude of being in control of everything.
Jiang Suiyun was in a complicated mood. She knew how strong He Linchuan's desire to control everything was, let alone something like this that he had actual control over her. He... was actually willing to give in. She was a little uncomfortable with such a sudden change.
It's so unlike him.
Jiang Suiyun was silent for a moment: "Um...thank you."
He Linchuan picked up the water cup and took a sip. He spoke lightly, but suddenly changed the subject: "That call earlier was from your teacher, right?"
"My dear. Why didn't you tell me about the admission opportunity to S University? Are you afraid that I won't let you go?"
As soon as the words fell, the air froze for a moment.
She looked up suddenly, her heart filled with shock.
He knows!
For a moment, Jiang Suiyun felt her blood run cold. It was so easy for He Linchuan to find out about her. A sense of panic spread through her heart, just like many times before. Even though the man before her had changed a lot during this period, Jiang Suiyun couldn't suppress her subconscious reaction.
Even though she hadn't made a decision yet.
But as he said, her first reaction was fear that he would stop it.
Jiang Suiyun's throat tightened, and he spoke carefully: "No... I'm not not telling you, I'm just not sure yet."
He Linchuan's eyes swept across her face almost imperceptibly, observing the subtle changes in her expression.
He paused, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Go. This opportunity is very valuable and will be better for your future development."
"What?"
Jiang Suiyun thought he had heard wrongly.
After all, He Linchuan's sudden words asking her to leave seemed more like a deliberate test of her than a sincere one.
Jiang Suiyun's pupils dilated slightly.
He Linchuan turned his head away, avoiding her gaze. His fingers curled unconsciously, as if he was trying hard to restrain something. "Don't worry about me. My rehabilitation...although a little slow, it will get better. I can't keep dragging you down."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Suiyun quickly caught the familiar paranoia and gloom that flashed across his eyes, but it was soon covered by a heavy, resigned fatigue.
There was a look of pain and repression in the familiar eyes.
"I used to think it would be nice to just keep you by my side." His voice lowered, revealing a rare vulnerability. "Now... I've become a burden to you."
drag.
A month ago, she would never have thought that one day, these two words would come out of He Linchuan's mouth. She had seen He Linchuan, a powerful figure in the business world, and He Linchuan with thundering means, but without exception, they were all proud and arrogant. Now, he was seriously injured because of saving her, and he said that "he was a burden"... This was like a fine needle, accurately piercing the softest part of Jiang Suiyun's heart.
It made her feel bitter from the bottom of her heart.
She couldn't help but think of her mother who was also like this after her leg was injured. She was cautious and afraid of becoming a burden to her. That kind of forbearance and self-blame made her feel extremely distressed. Now when she saw He Linchuan, that familiar emotion surged in her heart again.
He could have used tough, unquestionable means to keep her like before, but he didn't... he even offered to let her go.
Jiang Suiyun's reason was still clamoring, reminding her of those "accidental" coincidences, but when she looked at the painful expression on the face of the person in front of her who was trying hard to let go, and looked at the horrific outline of He Linchuan's injured leg under the thin blanket covering his body, her heart finally softened uncontrollably.
He Linchuan turned his head away and stopped looking at her. The lines on his profile were tense, and his jawline showed a cold hardness that came from suppressing his emotions.
He clenched his hands tightly on his legs, and the veins on the back of his hands were visible. After several seconds, he finally continued, "If you want to go to Country S, then go ahead. I'll have Assistant Chen book a plane ticket for you, and you can leave tomorrow."
“You can pursue the life you want.”
"If you want."
While saying these words, He Linchuan's face had turned completely pale, and even his fingers couldn't help but tremble.
Jiang Suiyun's heart couldn't help but beat violently as he listened to his words.
But when she met He Linchuan's deep and painful gaze, the words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat.
She took a deep breath, remembering what the doctor had said before: usually, after such a major physical trauma, psychological trauma would follow. She squatted in front of the wheelchair, gently patted his trembling back, and said in a slow voice, "Don't talk about this for now. Relax... You're not a burden. Take your time with rehabilitation, and you'll get better."
He Linchuan lowered his eyes, and a subtle hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes.
He reached out and gently grasped Jiang Suiyun's fingertips, with a barely perceptible tremor in his strength, like a drowning man grabbing at the last piece of driftwood.
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The clubhouse music was blaring.
The heavy bass seemed to be hitting He Chifeng's temples. There were a few more empty wine bottles in front of him. His eyes were dazed and his consciousness was floating in the alcohol, but he couldn't suppress the sharp pain in his heart.
He fumbled for his phone, the light from the screen stinging his eyes. He clumsily opened the anonymous emotional forum, his fingers feeling dizzy as he typed:
She doesn't want me anymore.
"What's wrong with me? I can do laundry and cooking... I can do that... Why did you choose that lame guy..."
[How cruel... breaking up without hesitation...]
The sentences were incoherent and full of typos, full of the drunkard's grievance and unwillingness.
Not long after he sent the message, several teasing or comforting replies popped up below, but he could no longer see clearly. The phone slipped from his hand and he slumped down in the booth, his consciousness completely swallowed by the darkness.
…
You Zhuo made several calls but no one answered. The last message he received was from He Chifeng, sharing his location, and the location was still the same club from a few days ago.
A bad feeling came over him, and he grabbed the car keys and rushed out cursing.
After finding the place, he discovered He Chifeng unconscious in the corner, with a cell phone with the screen on next to him. You Zhuo picked up the phone and took a look at it. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he felt both amused and angry.
"Fuck!" He cursed softly and took great pains to drag the drunk He Chifeng back home and threw him onto the sofa.
He kicked He Chifeng's leg without any hesitation: "Hey! Wake up! Are you dead?"
He Chifeng didn't react at all.
Looking at his unshaven brother, reeking of alcohol and looking as dejected as an abandoned large dog, You Zhuo felt both angry and distressed. "He Chifeng! Is it worth it to make yourself look like this for a woman like that?!"
"You're dying here, and others are having a good time!"
Perhaps it was because the effect of the alcohol had weakened, or perhaps it was because You Zhuo's scolding was too harsh, He Chifeng's eyelids trembled a few times and he opened his eyes with difficulty.
The hangover headache was splitting, but even more distinct than the headache was the cold, empty, dull pain in the pit of my stomach.
"Fuck, you..." He was about to curse, but the hangover headache and the feeling of weakness all over his body hit him, making him collapse again.
"What do you mean by 'I'?" You Zhuo thrust his phone in front of him. "Look at what you've done! Second Young Master He, you drank yourself to death for a woman, and even posted such shameful things online! Are you really that bad?!"
He Chifeng squinted his eyes and blurryly looked at the words he had sent on the screen. Shame and greater pain instantly overwhelmed him.
He pushed the phone away irritably: "Get lost! I'm happy with it!"
"What the hell are you happy about!" You Zhuo was so disappointed that he grabbed him and said, "Look at what you look like now! Huh? You've humiliated yourself like this for a woman who doesn't have you in her heart at all! Is it worth it? He Chifeng? Are there no more women in this world?!"
"What do you know!" He Chifeng violently waved his hand away, roaring with red eyes and a hoarse and broken voice, "I just like her! I'm just a slut! Okay?!"
After yelling, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He staggered back two steps, leaned heavily against the wall, and slowly slid down to sit down.
He lowered his head, tangled his fingers in his hair, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he stopped talking. A huge, silent despair enveloped him.
Looking at him like this, You Zhuo's curse words got stuck in his throat. In the end, he just sighed, squatted down and patted his shoulder: "Achi, is it really that serious? Really, is it that serious?"
There was a moment of silence.
【Author’s words】
In fact, baby Jiang Jiang really responds to soft words and doesn’t like to be tough. If you are soft, she will also be soft-hearted.
But don't worry, I will definitely read this book in the end, it's just that there are some twists and turns in the middle ~ [heart]
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