Jian Ran was crying, her tears falling drop by drop onto the snow-white skin that he had ravaged just moments ago, as if to remind him of her evil deeds.
And those tearful eyes, looking at him, clearly reflected his loss of composure.
Qin Yue was stu
ed for a moment, the manic person in Jian Ran's eyes... Was it really him?
Myself... How could he lose his composure like this?
Qin Yue didn't understand.
He just couldn't understand how he would end up like that.
Qin Yue sighed deeply. Then, he approached Jian Ran gently and kissed away the tears on Jian Ran's face.
The tears were bitter and astringent. They had always been bitter in Qin Yue's heart, but now he felt an unprecedented bitterness in his heart.
"I'm sorry." "No," he said.
Qin Yue apologized and left in a hurry.
The door closed heavily, blocking Jian Ran's sight. She could no longer see Qin Yue.
Lowering her head and looking at the torn and tattered dress on her body, Jian Ran's heart ached so much that tears almost rolled down her face again.
She quickly took a deep breath and forced the tears that were on the verge of falling back into her eyes, not allowing herself to cry again.
She leaned back against the door, raised her head, cupped her face in her hands, and took another deep breath.
Qin Yue, a man who had suddenly broken into her life without her being prepared.
Gradually, unconsciously, she began to care about him, what he thought of her, whether he knew her past or not.
Right now, she still did not have the courage to tell him about what had happened in the capital. She didn't know how he would view her after knowing, but would he also misunderstand her and look down on her, like many others?
Jian Ran was not confident, so she didn't dare to mention it because she didn't want him to know how terrible her family was.
She even thought that when he found out the truth, it might be the day the two of them parted ways.
"Buzz, buzz ~ ~ ~"
In the silence of the space, the phone on the tea table hummed, startling Jian Ran again.
She dragged her skirt and picked up the phone. On the screen, there was a string of numbers, which meant that the number was not in her contact book.
Although it was not in the contact list, Jian Ran still had a good impression of this number. How could she not remember the phone number used by someone as close as her?
Her cell phone was still ringing, but Jian Ran's extended finger still hadn't touched it. She was struggling internally, should she pick it up or not?
After some thought, Jian Ran decided to listen to what that person wanted to say to her.
At the last moment, Jian Ran's fingers slipped as she picked up the phone.
After the call co
ected, no one on either end of the phone spoke. It was so quiet that one could hear the other person's breathing coming from the phone.
After a long while, Jian Xin spoke first.
"Of course, are you free tomorrow?" Let's meet somewhere. "
Jian Xin's warm and gentle voice transmitted from the phone into Jian Ran's ears. It was still as charming and pleasant to listen to as it was in the past.
Jian Ran still remembered Ling Feiyu's description of Jian Xin's voice — the voice that was born to seduce men through the phone. No wonder Gu Nanjing was hooked by her so quickly.
"Of course …"
Jian Ran did not reply. The person on the other end of the line tried to call her again.
Three years ago, when Jian Ran found out that she was the mastermind behind the violence on the internet, she told herself that she had no elder sister in her life and that her sister had died at that time.
Now, when he received a call from Jian Xin three years later, the resentment, hatred, and all sorts of emotions he had in his heart had slowly faded away.
Why punish yourself for what others have done wrong?
That was what Jian Ran had told him.
"Of course, I want to talk to you about Mom."
Jian Xin mentioned her mother and then remembered that her mother was bedridden, but she had ignored her for the past three years. Compared to the little things her mother could not choose to do to her, she was even more outrageous.
"Tell me the time and place."
In the end, Jian Ran compromised. She needed to know how her mother's physical condition was.
"I've looked up a strategy book. I heard that there's a restaurant in the Peace Road of Jiangbei that has good tasty dishes. How about we meet there tomorrow at noon?"
Tomorrow was Saturday. Jian Ran was free, so she agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Jian Ran stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. The shoulder strap of her dress had already been torn by Qin Yue.
If others were to see her like this, they would hear some nasty words from her, so she definitely could not allow this to happen.
There were no new clothes here, so she had to think of a way to clean them up.
Jian Ran was born a clothing designer. In the past, it was common for her to cut cloth when she was working on a design, and her hands-on ability was also very strong. She should be able to modify the dress dress dress conditions she was wearing.
She quickly came up with an idea.
She tied the small shawl into a bow and tied it to her shoulder straps so that not only was she unable to see the broken shoulder straps, but she could also hide the kiss mark Qin Yue left on her neck.
Hm!
Looking at her own DIY dress, Jian Ran was very satisfied.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her body that could be criticized, Jian Ran opened the door and left.
However, she never would have thought that Qin Yue, who she thought had left a long time ago, was standing at the door. She opened the door and met his gaze.
Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke, not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was awkward.
In the end, it was Jian Ran who spoke first, "About that, I want to go back first."
She lowered her head, not wanting to look into his eyes. It was hard to tell what sort of strange feeling of rejection she felt in her heart.
"Yes." He gave a little grunt, reached over, took her hand, and led her away.
She tried to shake his hand away, but held back.
She was his wife, wasn't she? What had just happened, she treated it as him exercising his power over her as a husband.
While Jian Ran was finding an excuse for herself, Qin Yue had already led her to the car.
The driver, Old Wei, peeked at the two silent people in the backseat through the rearview mirror and carefully asked, "Young Master, where are we going?"
"Going home." Qin Yue said lightly and closed his eyes as he leaned against the car seat.
He looked calm on the surface, but his heart was pounding.
Qin Yue didn't know what was going on with him. He had always had a strong self-control, but he couldn't control his emotions in front of Jian Ran.
Just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit.
Had it not been for her tears, he thought he might have made an irreparable mistake.
Fortunately, nothing had happened. He hadn't done anything to hurt her. He and she could still live a good life together.
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