Chapter 97 - 095 Red eyes, changed pants
"Just asking." Jiang Jinghuai flicked away his cigarette, crushed it under his shoe, and squinted with a melancholic gaze. "Back then, it was all her fault. Even though she saved my life, I paid her back with my pride. ***." Seemingly reminded of something, he spat out another curse.
Over the years, this matter clung to him like a nightmare, entangling his dreams. It always left him with a sense of humiliation. If possible, he never wanted to see her again in this lifetime—otherwise, he might lose control and put a bullet through her!
Zhao Chun had rarely seen Jiang Jinghuai in such a dejected and melancholic state. He asked cautiously, "Did something happen between you and Wenxiu?"
"I’m going back to Beijing tomorrow," Jiang Jinghuai replied ambiguously, his eyes suddenly darkening. "If you don’t start caring about yourself, you’ll mess around until you kill yourself. Got a leg messed up this time—next time, will it be an arm?"
Jia Wenxiu was the orphaned daughter of a martyr. Her father had been under Jiang Jinghuai’s grandfather’s command. After her father died in service, Old Jiang took her into the family. Father Jiang and Mother Jiang treated her well, especially since their own daughter had passed away then, leaving only Jiang Jinghuai as their son. They doted on Wenxiu as if she were their real daughter—feeding her well, dressing her well, letting her learn dance, and giving her the best education. They even invested more effort in her than in their own son. And what did this so-called daughter do to repay them? Mother Jiang was heartbroken and fell seriously ill, which was why Jiang Jinghuai was headed back to Beijing tomorrow.
"It’s not serious, right?" Zhao Chun was at a loss. "Wenxiu might be a bit lively and spoiled, but she’s just a girl. You can’t lose your temper with her like that."
To hell with Wenxiu!
Jiang Jinghuai gave a faint, mocking smile. "Do you know what she did? My grandfather had a heart attack and almost died on the operating table. Our family raised a wolf in sheep’s clothing—a wolf that hid its true nature so well that we didn’t see her intentions all these years. I want to see now if she thinks the Lu Family will protect her forever after she’s cut ties with us."
He was smiling, but the cold, indifferent cruelty in his tone made Zhao Chun shiver uncontrollably. He could hardly believe such a charming and sweet girl like Wenxiu could do that. Wasn’t this sheer ingratitude? "Jinghuai, your grandfather will be okay. He’s been to the battlefield—he can hold on. You should hurry back and get to the bottom of things."
"Mm."