Friday arrived, but the person did not return.
When Linlang called, he often didn't reply or neglectfully dropped the sentence: I'm busy right now, we'll talk when I have time.
The big villa lacked a lively young man, and the bright day lost its splendor.
The butler hadn't seen the young miss' lonely expression since her early years. If she wasn't looking at her phone, then she was staring a photo of the siblings in a daze.
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He still remembers whenever the young master returned early from elementary school. He would move a tiny bench to the hallway and sit there on guard as he anxiously waited for the eldest miss to come back home.
He was stern about the young master still needing the young miss to coax him to sleep at 18. However, once the siblings were really alienated, and the young master no longer returned home, he felt as if a multitude of ants were climbing his old heart; it was difficult to bear.
The butler thought to himself, This couldn't go on any longer. He secretly hired a private investigator to follow the young master's activities and the spicy photos he received nearly frightened him into a heart attack. The young master was actually hooked by an older woman? And it was a female doctor from an ordinary family?
Enough!
The faithful old butler immediately reported the situation to Father Jiang. Linlang 'happened to' overhear and promptly expressed her willingness to urge her little brother to 'turn back to the shoreline'.
"Qiyun, you're still young. You shouldn't be in a hurry to fall in love…"
Pa—
The teenager carelessly pulled the soda can's ring, causing the girl to step back from the sudden popping sound.
It was known that the eldest miss of the Jiang family had extremely beautiful eyes. When she was happy, they bent into crescent moons, and when she was frightened, they were rounded, revealing a gullible expression.
When you can only see yourself in her eyes, you heart would soften beyond recognition.
If this was before—
"Are you done? Leave when you're finished."
Jiang Qiyun was especially unfeeling as he turned away. It was really ironic. When he was obedient, she never cared about his affairs, but now that he's rebelling, she showed up at his door almost every day, acting all anxious and sorrowful with an imploring attitude.
He heard these words so many times that his ears were forming calluses.
"Yunyun, listen to your sister. I'm not against you falling in love. It's just that concentrating on your studies right now is more important. You're going to take the exam in one month. You also know that Mom and Dad have high expectations for you! You've always been a good child, you know what to do, right?"
Aggravation was a very simple matter. As long as you speak under the guise of 'for your own good' and use an appearance of 'hating iron for not becoming steel'1, the rebellious child is guaranteed to fly into a rage.
Linlang's techniques worked wonderfully.
Sure enough, the teenager broke free from her hand with a disdainful expression. "They're your parents, not mine! I don't know, and I don't want to know. If you want to find an obedient pet, then pardon me, go out, take a left, and pick up something from the pet store!"
"Ha ha..."
At this moment, the students passing by let out a chuckle.
The young woman looked a little embarrassed. She pleaded with him. "Yunyun, don't be like this... "
Come on, the more humiliating and ruthless you are, the more cautious and wary you will be in the future. You won't be able to climb back up!
"Like what?" Jiang Qiyun had already spotted Cheng Xin pretending to carelessly walk by. He hooked her neck and gave her a French kiss in front of everyone there.
"Wow!" The onlookers cried out in surprise. This was breaking news!
"Student Jiang... Qiyun..." The hands on the teenager's chest changed from resisting to grasping. Under the onslaught of his skill, Cheng Xin had no strength to retaliate and was like a pool of spring water as she leaned on his body.
"Ms. Cheng, how about being my girlfriend?" Jiang Qiyun smiled wickedly.
This youth possessed a fit and slender body as well as an adorable face that was gradually becoming a little angular. The deadly charm of that period between a teenager and a man was enough to intoxicate anyone.
Amidst the crowd's rowdy cheers, Cheng Xin blushed and answered "Okay" with an evasive voice.
Jiang Qiyun kissed his new girlfriend once again. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that face that was without a drop of blood.
The girl stood isolated from the crowd, as if pushed away by their aura. She was like a puppet as she watched the beautiful pair. Gradually, large pearl-like tears welled up and tumbled down her pallid cheeks.
At that moment, Jiang Qiyun felt a sharp pain coming from his heart.
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One side was clearly a sweet kiss, yet the other side were heartrending tears.
Linlang was crying, but she was also smiling.
Careful, brother mine. Satan's claws have already climbed up to your most vulnerable neck.
The restless crowd was now strangely quiet.
In front of everyone, a cold-faced youth stepped forward and gently wiped her tears away with a soft handkerchief. It was if he was handling a treasure.
"Let's go."
He took the girl's hand. His move was gentle but resolute.
The drowning girl seemed to grab a life-saving straw and held the knight who bravely came to her aid.
There was a deep fondness in her compliant expression.
The teenager was suddenly taken aback.
He lived so intimately with her for seven years, yet he had never seen such an expression.
How discomfiting.
A heavy boulder was pressed down on his chest, making breathing extremely difficult.
It felt as though an abominable thief had entered the room while the owner was away from home and snatched his most beloved thing, only for the owner to discover that he doesn't even dare to chase after it.
It was known that the eldest miss of the Jiang family had extremely beautiful eyes. When she was happy, they bent into crescent moons, and when she was frightened, they were rounded, revealing a gullible expression.
But no one told Jiang Qiyun that as soon as she started crying, the world subsequently crumbled.
In romance, there's a kind of love that is late to arrive called 'doomed for an eternity'.
That night, Jiang Qiyun tossed and turned like dumplings on a pan as he repeatedly saw that shocked and disappointed expression in his mind.
For the first time ever, the teenager who normally slept the moment his head fell on the pillow suffered from insomnia.
Jiang Qiyun finally couldn't help but return to the Jiang family.
He merely didn't step foot in this house for a month, yet he was like an uninvited outsider.
The air was filled with unfamiliar scents, repelling his approach.
The energetic old butler was pruning flowers in the garden and was surprisingly pleased to see the young master return.
He showed great tolerance for the boy's rebellious period and attentively greeted him with diligence as he spoke in high spirits. "This matter is really fortuitous. The young miss had just talked about a new friend and came over to ask for my opinion. Aiyo, she even planned to have a meal together. How good it is good that young master is back. The eldest miss will be overjoyed! This is what you call a double blessing! It's no wonder this old man heard magpies chirping2 when out grocery shopping."
The wrinkled old man laughed. "Young Master is the most distressed for the eldest miss. You should be her eyes and take a good look at this future son-in-law. This old man also has some things to say in private; he's a handsome and intelligent young man with a promising future. Just a year after graduation and he started his own company. The ability is a given, but the key point is that he's very gentle and considerate towards the young miss..."Please read this at onemachineshow.blogspot.com
Jiang Qiyun's heart dropped into an icehouse. His hands and feet were frigid, and a blood vessel was suddenly pulsating in his brain.
He walked stiffly into the living room.
Two people were sitting there, and the occasional servant that passed by threw glances at them in admiration, as if to say, 'No pair of lovers were more suitable than them'.
The soft Persian rug that cushioned the off-white sofa had been selected by the siblings together, but it was now occupied by another person.
She had a relaxed bun on her head and was hugging her knees in a way that resembled the innocent charm of a 16-year-old girl. Her cherry-colored lips were plump and moist, and her dimpled cheeks seemed to have a rose-tinted shade. She tilted her head, smiling slightly as she quietly listened to her lover's recital.
"If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears."