The night deepens.
After clearing away the dishes, Lin Yuefeng walked into the study with a sullen face.
Chen Wu held the already fast asleep Xiaohu in his arms, tiptoed back to the bedroom, and fed Xiaohu.
Lin Jianxue was the only one left in the living room.
She did not return to her room immediately, but turned around and walked directly to the room diagonally opposite - the guest room that was originally cleaned out for Jiang Yuning, the so-called "cousin", to stay temporarily.
The door was ajar. Lin Jianxue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she placed her fair, slender fingers on the door panel and pushed it gently.
The room is not big, but it is clean and tidy.
The bed was covered with a changeable floral quilt, and on the table was a brand new enamel washbasin and a snow-white paper towel - these were all things that her mother Chen Wu had personally prepared for Jiang Yuning a few days ago, thinking that it was not easy for a "little girl" like her to live outside.
Lin Jianxue's gaze did not linger on these things, but fell precisely on the bedside table - where there was a round tin can.
Malted milk!
This can of malted milk that she gave to Jiang Yu was now placed so openly on Jiang Yuning's bedside table.
Relying on the upbringing of the Lin family, she never casually entered other people's rooms to rummage through things. Instead, she felt at ease and enjoyed the things that rightfully belonged to the owner without any hesitation.
Lin Jianxue walked over slowly and picked up the tin can with her slender fingers.
㣉The hand is very light.
Without even opening it, she could tell by weight that there was very little left inside.
When I opened it, I saw that the bottom was empty.
Looking at the empty malted milk bottle, a cold smile slowly appeared in the depths of Lin Jianxue's eyes.
"Oh……"
She chuckled mockingly, hugged the empty can of malted milk, turned around and left Jiang Yuning's room, and returned to her own bedroom.
She walked to her dressing table, opened the bottom drawer, and from an inconspicuous corner in the deepest part, she took out a small thing wrapped in brown paper.
The paper package was opened, revealing some yellowish powder inside, which gave off a faint odor.
【Pork Strong Aphrodisiac Powder】.
Lin Jianxue picked up the paper bag expressionlessly and poured the powder inside into the empty tin can of malted milk bit by bit.
After finishing this, she closed the lid of the tin can.
Then, she turned around and walked into the bathroom, holding the iron box of malted milk.
Turning on the faucet, Lin Jianxue poured the malted milk mixed with powder into the pot. Watching the water wash away the powder bit by bit, her eyes became more and more calm.
After all the powder in the iron can was washed away by the water, Lin Jianxue slowly exhaled.
"it's over."
She said softly to herself.
It's all over.
*
It's late at night.
Lin Jianxue lay on her bed. The mattress beneath her was a little hard, but it made her feel a sense of security she had never felt before.
She took out a small wooden box from under her pillow and gently opened it.
A jade bracelet lay quietly on the red velvet cloth.
The transparent emerald green, illuminated by the faint moonlight coming in from the window, exudes a warm and soft luster.
Her fingertips gently brushed across the cool and smooth surface of the jade bracelet, and Lin Jianxue's heart strangely calmed down.
The noise, anger, and calculations of the past seemed to subside at this moment.
This was the first night since her birth that she felt truly relaxed and at peace.
She was thinking carefully in her mind:
After the case between Jiang Yuqi and Jiang Yuning was settled, and the court's verdict came down, her marriage with Jiang Yuqi would be completely dissolved... She would go find Fu Zhewei.
I must find him and return this precious bracelet to him personally.
only……
only……
She wondered uncertainly what expression Fu Zhewei would have when he saw her.
Would he be…happy to see her?
In the previous life, he was Fu Zhewei. When they met again, he had become a calm, reserved and thoughtful adult.
In this life, he is only eighteen years old... Still a teenager, his personality should not have changed...
Anyway...
She really wanted to see him again.
The only person who gave her warmth and the last dignity in the last, loneliest and most desperate moment of her life.
The person who collected and buried her tattered remains after her death...
The only person who shed tears for her in front of her tombstone...
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