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Finally finished with his busy schedule, Jiang Yizhou washed his face with cold water in the bathroom and sat quietly in the living room waiting for Yu Jinghong.
He looked around the old apartment, which was somewhat advanced compared to when it was built. The ivy outside was slowly turning red and dropping leaves. Now, sunlight streamed in, but come spring and summer, it would surely be blocked by the newly sprouted leaves.
There were signs of dampness in the corners of the flower-patterned ceiling, but otherwise, there were no major issues. The newly applied light purple wallpaper covered the walls that had yellowed and darkened over time.
"Click!"
The woman opened the bathroom door, drying her wet long hair with a towel in both hands. She was used to Jiang Yizhou's astonished expression and said casually, "Aren't you here because you have something to discuss with me?"
Jiang Yizhou suddenly realized, seeing the teasing glint in her eyes. Indeed, "what cannot be obtained is always restless; those who are favored have nothing to fear!"
The song "Red Rose" by easn, which Jiang Yizhou had looped many times in his past life, now made him understand its meaning a bit more.
Because both Song Rushi and Ding Zhengnan had feelings for him, he felt compelled to pressure them into continuing to yield for the affection they already had.
On the other hand, Yu Jinghong, who always pursued her own goals and occasionally acted a bit crazy, clearly drew a line between the two. It was precisely because she could not obtain what she wanted that Jiang Yizhou's attitude was so generous and forgiving.
Indeed, personal harshness towards family and outward generosity—whether on an individual or national level—has its fundamental source.
Once he shifted his focus away from the woman, Jiang Yizhou recalled his sister's situation. "So I want to ask you to help guide her studies; she shouldn't take any wrong turns. Don't worry, I'll pay you according to market rates. You should be clear about that, right?"
"This kind of thing! You really know how to trouble me. But since you're being so sincere about it, I'll agree!" Yu Jinghong readily accepted this request. In fact, she had just returned to the country and wanted to find some work or roles; it wouldn't be possible in the short term, so this would serve as a transition!
Moreover, from what Jiang Yizhou mentioned, his sister was an obedient and hardworking child, so it shouldn't be too difficult to teach her. However, the actual situation would need to be assessed in person.
"You agreed?" Jiang Yizhou exclaimed in surprise. "Then let's set the details!"
Yu Jinghong pointed at his slightly sweaty collar and her own damp hair. "You should go back first and tidy yourself up. I still have a lot of things to do with this move!"
She then somewhat "cold-heartedly" kicked Jiang Yizhou out, which left him feeling quite frustrated. "Do you really have to treat me like a thief? I have no intention of hanging myself from a tree; it's simply insulting my dignity!"
However, as he walked down the stairs, Jiang Yizhou began to mock himself. It seemed that a guy like him, who forced women, could indeed be looked down upon.
From now on, he should stop seeking unnecessary trouble. This artistic young woman had a mindset that was far more unique than his own eccentricity. It would be best to just be honest friends.
Peering through the peephole at the strange guy leaving, Yu Jinghong leaned against the door, suppressing her slightly racing heartbeat. At this moment, she was just a girl who had recently discovered freedom and wanted to pursue what she desired.
Facing this man who had always shown her unprovoked attentiveness while also maintaining his boundaries—a young man who had already achieved what most people could not accomplish in their entire lives—she couldn't deny that it was impossible not to feel a spark of attraction.
However, this girl was not so easy to pursue. Her fondness was merely a stepping stone; there were many hurdles to overcome before anyone could truly catch up with her. Little did Yu Jinghong know, as she twirled her hair around her finger, that Jiang Yizhou had already decided to retreat in the face of future difficulties.
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"As such? As such? Daughter, it's already seven o'clock! Why aren't you out for dinner yet?" Mother Song was extremely worried about her only daughter, who was now of marriageable age. Although her daughter was quite accomplished—holding a master's degree and having received stock options worth hundreds of thousands of dollars from her previous job in the United States—this couple didn't have to worry about retirement.
But she couldn't spend that much money. With their allocated housing and two retirement pensions, they lived comfortably.
What she wanted more than anything was for her daughter to find happiness instead of being consumed by work. Now she was busy with some internet startup; how could that be more important than finding a lifelong partner?
Buried in her pillow, dressed in pajamas and wrapped in a blanket, Song Rushi felt an innate chill. She heard her mother's voice outside the door and merely responded softly without continuing the conversation.
No matter how she thought about it, she never expected such an ending in her previous love triangle. Perhaps she had never truly recognized this man!
Previously flirting with others without restraint, she had come to realize things but then coldly pushed the responsibility onto others. He seemed to have gained a clear conscience while viewing her suffering as a necessary evil.
You really are heartless!
Feeling utterly drained, Song Rushi struggled to sit up in bed. She threw on a jacket and slipped into her slippers before heading to the living room.
"As such, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Song Rushi in such a state, Mother Song immediately stepped forward to check her daughter's forehead and the temperature of her hands and feet.
Song Rushi had only spent an afternoon in her room, yet she looked so haggard that it genuinely worried Mother Song.
"Mom, it's nothing. You don't need to get involved!" Song Rushi didn't want her mother to be entangled in her romantic life; that would only complicate things further.
After some effort, Song Rushi managed to persuade her overly concerned mother back to the dining table, and they began to have dinner together.
Recently, Song Rushi had developed a taste for sour foods, so the dishes on the table were primarily sweet and sour.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Suddenly feeling nauseous, Song Rushi stood up abruptly, knocking over her chair. However, there was no time to pick it up as she rushed toward the bathroom.
With her mind already racing, Mother Song connected the dots and arrived at a shocking possibility.
Sour taste, nausea, late nights out, unknown friends, refusal of blind dates, excessive sadness—these clues made Mother Song wish she could take her daughter to the hospital for a check-up right away.
What could be so shameful that her daughter felt the need to hide it from her? Mother Song felt hurt but was even more worried about what lay behind it all.
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