Chapter 102 Let them go. There must be a result between them.
Since the beginning of spring, Song Baoyuan has been going to the Ministry of Revenue more frequently, so she has come to the teahouse less frequently. Most of the things in the teahouse have been left to Xu Pingsheng to handle.
I came here today just to have some peace and quiet.
Song Baoyuan stayed alone on the second floor, leaning over the table, listening to the pleasant piano music, but becoming more and more upset.
“Bang, bang.”
There was a knock on the door.
Song Baoyuan straightened up and said, "Come in."
Xu Pingsheng walked in with tea and said, "A few days ago, I went to see Zhang Lao off. He asked me to express his gratitude to you, the shopkeeper, and to Jiang Shaoqing on his behalf. If it weren't for Jiang Shaoqing's mediation, his sentence wouldn't have been commuted from beheading to exile. The shopkeeper has always taken good care of him, and if it weren't for the shopkeeper, Jiang Shaoqing wouldn't have been willing to spend so much time and effort on such an insignificant person like him."
Song Baoyuan was stunned.
It seemed like she didn't know some of these things until a long time later.
She avoided the question and asked, "Has anyone come here to see me?"
Xu Pingsheng thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No."
Then we can only wait a little longer, Song Baoyuan thought.
"Go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me."
"good."
Not long after, there was another knock on the door.
"Enter."
Song Baoyuan looked out the window without looking back.
But after waiting for a long time, she only heard the door open but didn't hear anyone talking, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Slowly turning around, I saw a slender man wearing a mask. He took off his raccoon mask with small flowers on it, revealing a smiling face.
Song Baoyuan's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and the joy of reunion after a long separation made her eyes sore.
Seeing her eyes flickering like tears, Xie Yuchao immediately panicked.
"I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?" He walked over quickly, knelt down, and explained hastily, "I was afraid you'd overthink things, so I sent you a betrothal gift first. But I was held up by some trivial matters and couldn't get away, so I'm late."
"I don't blame you." Song Baoyuan felt quite dazed. "I just, I just feel that this is a little unreal."
Xie Yuchao picked up her hand and put it on his face, "How about this?"
The warm touch made Song Baoyuan look worried, "Have you lost weight?"
"Yeah." Xie Yuchao looked into her eyes and said directly and sincerely, "I miss you so much."
Song Baoyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then it's my fault."
"Perhaps, you should continue to feel sorry for me and agree to marry me sooner rather than later."
"Your father doesn't object?"
"He agreed." Xie Yuchao paused, "But he has conditions."
Song Baoyuan was not surprised, "What?"
"He doesn't want you to spend more time with Chengcheng Suisui in the future, nor does he want you to engage in business anymore." Xie Yuchao said frankly, "But just listen to it, don't worry about it. I won't use this kind of thing to embarrass you. At worst, you can do it behind his back. But there is one more thing. He hopes that you can completely cut off contact with that person."
That person.
He didn't say it explicitly, but Song Baoyuan knew it.
"This matter is not equal to the previous two because you mind it too, right?"
Xie Yuchao didn't deny it, but lowered his eyes and said sullenly, "Not just him, all men in the world should stay away from you."
But after a moment without receiving an answer, he continued, "It's okay if you can't accept it. I know that you and him are more than just a divorced couple."
Sensing his uneasiness, Song Baoyuan felt inexplicably guilty and blurted out, "If this is what you want, I will do it."
Xie Yuchao was stunned, as if he had received an unexpected surprise, but he didn't dare to show it.
"But, can I also have conditions?" Song Baoyuan said softly, "Even if we get married, I don't want to call your daddy father."
Xie Yuchao was puzzled, "Why?"
Song Baoyuan hesitated to speak, as it seemed inappropriate to tell those grudges to the person in front of her.
So she just shook her head and said lightly: "I just don't want to."
"Then you can call him Lord Xie for now." Xie Yuchao didn't ask any further questions. "It's just a name, it's not a big deal."
"Really?"
"Um!"
Is it that simple?
Song Baoyuan had doubts in her heart, but she couldn't think of anything wrong.
"There's something I can't hide from you." She added, "When you were away, the person you mentioned was living with me the whole time."
Xie Yuchao snorted, "He's refusing to leave again, isn't he?"
"It's not just because of this." Song Baoyuan said slowly, "It's also because of my selfish motives."
Instantly, Xie Yuchao's heart jumped into his throat. "You, you, what selfish motives do you have?"
Song Baoyuan clenched her fists, lowered her head and whispered, "With him here, both I and the child will be safe. The day I was abducted, I was locked up for a long time, watching the dark fall, and there was no chance of escape. If he hadn't shown up in time that night, I don't know what would have happened. I'm scared, afraid that something like that would happen again. I really..."
Her voice trembled slightly, "I'm very scared."
Xie Yuchao's heart trembled.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"I'm not blaming you, I..."
"I understand." Xie Yuzhao said softly, and held her in his arms, "I understand. I won't let this happen again."
"From now on, it's my turn to protect you."
*
A full hour had passed after dark, and Song Baoyuan had not returned home yet.
Jiang Keyu paced in the yard, unable to bear it any longer and ready to go out to look for someone.
However, just as he reached the gate of the yard, he saw Song Baoyuan's figure slowly walking across the corridor.
She was holding a jug of wine in her hand.
Jiang Keyu stopped where he was and watched her walk towards him step by step.
"Where have you been?"
The question came out of her mouth, and she felt her tone was not good. Jiang Keyu then said, "It's so late, it's hard not to worry."
Song Baoyuan didn't answer, but looked towards the child's bedroom, "Is Suisui asleep?"
"Asleep."
Song Baoyuan nodded and picked up the wine pot she brought back. "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
The family brews and sells wine, but they haven't had a drink together in more than ten years.
Jiang Keyu's eyelids twitched. She had a bad feeling and felt uneasy, but she still agreed.
It was dark, so they didn't go into the house but sat in the pavilion.
No one spoke for a long time, and all that was heard was the sound of Song Baoyuan pouring wine.
She held up her cup, not looking at the person opposite her, but looking at the moon in the sky.
"Why did you think of drinking?" Jiang Keyu finally couldn't help but asked anxiously.
Song Baoyuan took a sip before answering, "This is the new wine sold at Qianqian Pavilion. Qiong Niang said it wasn't selling well, so she asked me to bring it back and try it myself to see if there was anything wrong."
"You went to Qianqian Pavilion?"
"I happened to be passing by, so I went in to take a look."
Jiang Keyu turned the wine glass in front of her, not intending to taste it.
After waiting for a long time, Song Baoyuan took the initiative to speak, "Why didn't you ask me why I was out for so long?"
She seemed to be talking to herself, "I'm going to see Ah Chao."
She thought that there was no need to beat around the bush.
"He said that his father agreed to our marriage, but as long as I cut off all ties with you, we would never see each other again in this life."
"I agree."
Jiang Keyu's pupils trembled and she looked at her in disbelief.
Although I knew nothing good would happen from the moment she opened her mouth, I didn't expect her to be so straightforward.
"You're going to break up with me for him?"
It was so heartless to say it, making her seem so cold-blooded, Song Baoyuan thought, but she said without hesitation, "Yes."
"Say that again."
"I said..." Song Baoyuan emphasized the word, "Yes!"
"Oh." Jiang Keyu suddenly laughed, "Do you know what severing ties means? Are you going to cut off all ties with me for him? This life, this life is so long, are you going to never have anything to do with me again for him?"
Song Baoyuan said expressionlessly, "Yes."
"Look at me first!"
Song Baoyuan turned her head and her eyes met his, "Yes!"
As if to boost his confidence, he raised his voice, "That's what you said!"
Jiang Keyu's eyes paused slightly.
After a while, he said, "Father and mother won't agree."
"They won't blame me." Song Baoyuan said affirmatively, "The only one who will blame me is you."
"Of course I will blame you, of course I will blame you!" Jiang Keyu stood up, "If you really dare to break up with me completely for him, I will never forgive you, never!"
Song Baoyuan put down her wine glass and was unusually calm compared to him.
"You don't care at all?" Jiang Keyu's tone fluctuated, full of resentment.
Song Baoyuan thought, to be honest, it’s not that she doesn’t care.
She could even sense that if they continued to get along like this, she would start to fall in love with him again.
Just as she had to admit her own weakness, the existence of this little sign made her feel really embarrassed and unworthy.
"But I have people I care about more, people I should care about more."
Jiang Keyu scoffed, "Is he worthy?"
"You don't deserve it!" Song Baoyuan retorted subconsciously.
She said calmly and sincerely, "The one who is unworthy is you, or me, but never him."
Their eyes met, and she watched as Jiang Keyu's eyes turned red.
As if she would see him crying in the next moment, Song Baoyuan hurriedly looked away.
"Anyway, that's it." She also stood up and turned her back. "If you don't leave tomorrow, then I will leave."
"Stop!"
Instead, Song Baoyuan quickened her pace and walked through the corridor.
"Impossible!" Jiang Keyu caught up with her and grabbed her wrist. "We can't be separated! We have the same parents and the same children. We, you and I! We can never, ever be separated!"
"Even blood relatives can be separated, how can we be separated?"
Song Baoyuan pushed him away forcefully.
But after just a moment, Jiang Keyu held her hand again, "Impossible, we can't..."
"You're like this again!" Song Baoyuan was angry. "You're always like this!"
“That’s just me!”
Jiang Keyu suddenly choked up, "We just can't be separated! Have you forgotten that you promised my parents that you wouldn't let me be alone? What are you doing now?"
"You can break your promise, why can't I?"
Unable to shake him off, Song Baoyuan tried to pry his hands apart bit by bit, "Let go!"
"I don't."
It's like this again, Song Baoyuan thought it was ridiculous.
She became cruel and bit his tiger's mouth.
But even though he tasted blood in his mouth, he did not loosen his grip at all.
Song Baoyuan clenched her palms, did not look up, but bit down even harder.
I can't keep getting entangled in this again and again. It's always like this, and I'm always stuck in the mud.
There must be a result between them.
To be fair to Achao now, separation is their only outcome.
Song Baoyuan thought so and endured the smell of blood, but in a trance, she saw that his cuffs were wet.
Wetting drop by drop.
The culprit seems to be tears.
Song Baoyuan was slightly startled and looked up in disbelief.
It was really Jiang Keyu who was crying.
"I was wrong, okay?" He suddenly softened his tone, and while Song Baoyuan was stunned, he wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips. "I know I was wrong. It was my fault before. I was selfish, mean, and shameless. I didn't know how to cherish and was greedy. It's my fault, all my fault. As long as you don't like it, I can change. I'll listen to you, okay?"
Song Baoyuan's eyes were fixed on her, and when she realized that she was slightly shaken, she quickly shook her head.
Like shaking your head in rejection.
"You can do whatever you want, I can do anything you want, as long as you don't leave me!"
"I want you to let me go!"
In the silent night, the only sound was extremely clear to each other's ears.
Song Baoyuan was still trying to break free from him.
"I, I...we can be brother and sister. Didn't you say that you wanted me to get you married?"
"It's too late. It's not necessary anymore." Song Baoyuan repeated, "It's not necessary anymore."
She carefully pried open his fingers that were wrapped around her one by one.
She covered her beautiful, slender hands with teeth marks and wounds.
Then he left, his steps firm and his back resolute.
Jiang Keyu was left standing there, her eyes blurred with tears.
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