Fortunately Zhixia is not at home.
She is so simple and easy to deceive, yet she believes in him.
As long as he doesn't admit it, she will definitely believe it.
"Chengyu... husband..."
At this moment Lin Lu woke up, wrapped himself around him softly, and put his arm on his chest. "Dear husband, please sleep a little longer..."
Ji Chengyu wanted to push her away, but he stretched out his hand but paused unconsciously.
Her skin is warm, like a piece of nephrite that makes people reluctant to let go.
"Jiang Zhixia is not at home, what are you afraid of?" Lin Lu muttered vaguely, her lips pressed against his shoulder, and the tip of her tongue traced it vaguely.
Ji Chengyu's breathing was a little heavier, and his hands slid from her shoulders to her waist, tightening them unconsciously.
Lin Lu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and moved his whole body close to her, wrapping his legs around him.
She moved her fingers all the way down from his chest, making circles with her fingertips. Her voice was as low as a cat meowing. "Last night... didn't you like it a lot?"
Ji Chengyu's Adam's apple rolled. He wanted to say something, but his lips were blocked.
Her kiss was soft and sticky, as if she wanted to melt you into the bed.
His hands moved around her waist, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and the string in his mind was about to break.
Just when the two were about to clash their guns again, the cell phone rang suddenly.
Ji Chengyu stumbled over and picked it up. Before he could speak, a voice with suppressed anger came from the other side. "Ji Chengyu, didn't you say that your mother's stroke was caused by Miss Jiang pushing her downstairs? How did I hear that it was your ex-fiancée and current widower-in-law Lin Lu who did it?"
Ji Chengyu woke up instantly and almost lost his grip on the phone. "Uncle, I..."
Lin Lu hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he thought it was Jiang Zhixia calling again, and deliberately came over and said strangely, "Chengyu, who is it? You are so blind so early in the morning. You made me hurt last night, come here and rub it for me..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.
That kind of silence is more creepy than any roar.
Ji Chengyu's hands began to shake.
The uncle's voice sounded again, unhurriedly. "Mr. Ji is really a good son to Mr. Ji. Like father, like son. If our two companies continue to cooperate, please let me see the murderer of my sister within an hour."
The phone was hung up.
Ji Chengyu's face was as pale as paper on the spot.
Jiang Family.
Jiang Guoqiang held the tray and knocked carefully on Jiang Dingkun's door.
After a long time, an old voice came from the room. "Who is it?"
Jiang Guoqiang swallowed nervously. "Dad, it's me. I have something to tell you."
There was another period of silence before Jiang Dingkun finally spoke tiredly, "Come in."
Jiang Guoqiang opened the door carefully, and Li Xiulan led Tuantuan and followed him in.
The curtains of the large suite were half-closed, and the light was a little dim.
Jiang Dingkun is sitting on a mahogany chair, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. The tea in front of him has long since gone cold.
"Dad..." Jiang Guoqiang put the tray on the table.
A bowl of clear soup noodles and a few plates of fresh and green side dishes.
Jiang Dingkun glanced at it without any unnecessary expression.
"Grandpa..." Tuantuan poked his little head out from behind Li Xiulan, squealed in a sweet voice, ran over, and looked up at him. "Why don't you eat? You'll be hungry if you don't eat. Can Tuantuan feed you?"
Jiang Dingkun looked down at that pink and waxy little face, and a certain string in his heart was gently plucked.
"Grandpa is not hungry." He reached out and touched Tuantuan's head.
"Liar, you must be hungry." Tuantuan shook his head seriously and stood on tiptoes to reach for the chopsticks on the table.
I couldn't reach it, and my little face wrinkled up in anxiety.
Li Xiulan quickly handed over the chopsticks, and Tuantuan took it, picked up a chopstick clumsily with his little hands, and brought it tremblingly to Jiang Dingkun's mouth. "Grandpa, ah... open your mouth..."
Jiang Dingkun Looking at her serious look, her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
He opened his mouth and slowly ate the noodles.
"Is it delicious?" Tuantuan asked, blinking.
"... delicious." Jiang Dingkun's voice was a little hoarse.
Li Xiulan looked at him with red eyes and said softly, "Dad, you are not in good health. Guoqiang specially made the stock with vegetarian vegetables. The cucumbers and lettuce were also freshly picked from the ground and are still crispy."
Jiang Dingkun said nothing and took another bite of noodles.
Jiang Guoqiang stood aside, rubbing his hands for a long time before speaking, "Dad, we were downstairs just now... It was our fault. Don't take it to heart."
Jiang Dingkun looked up at him but didn't answer.
Jiang Guoqiang paused and lowered his voice. "But I can't help it. Zhixia is my daughter, Tuantuan is my granddaughter, they were If I, the father, don't say anything after being bullied like that, am I still a man? I know you think I'm a loser and have no future. But I'm a loser, my daughter has been wronged, and I, the father, can't shrink my neck and pretend not to see it."
Li Xiulan also wiped the corner of his eyes. "Dad, Guoqiang has never read a book. He has been busy stooping to make a living all his life. He is stupid and can't say nice things, but he really cares about you. When he donated his kidney, he went to the operating table without saying a word. He didn't want anything, he just thought that you were his biological father and he should do it."
Jiang Dingkun is still silent.
Jiang Guoqiang lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong. "I have no education and no knowledge. But I know that it is natural for parents to love their children. You had your own reasons for sending me away back then. How can any father in the world not care about his children? You have us in your heart, I know. You are just... sometimes confused and blindfolded."
Li Xiulan also answered with red eyes, "Dad, Guoqiang doesn't say anything, but he always cares about you in his heart. When he donated a kidney, I asked him if he was afraid, and he said, it's his dad, so he has to donate even if he is afraid."
Jiang Guoqiang's eyes were a little red and his voice was even lower. "Dad, I know I'm worthless and not as good as Qingyu. But you gave me this life, and I have nothing to repay you. I only have this little conscience. I'm over fifty years old and have been working on the stove for half my life. I earn a living and support a family. In fact, I really don't care how much money you give me or don't give me. But I am a father, and I can't ignore my daughter. If you are unhappy, beat me or scold me, I will suffer. Or if you really don't like it, we will move out now. Don't get angry."
Jiang Dingkun's lips trembled slightly, he was silent for a long time, and his Adam's apple rolled several times.
It felt like something was stuck in my throat and I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.
After a long while, he finally slowly lowered his head and took Tuantuan's little hand. "Go and call your mother and your aunt."