hed red, then white, then pale, changing colors like a palette. It was quite a sight to see.Looking at the tightly shut door, Qin Mumumu's heart surged with anger.That lame woman's implication wasn't...Yunnan Erhai

Remembering my residence

On the day Jian Tong was discharged from the hospital, Xi Chen shamelessly followed her back to Yi Ju. He even used his beauty to charm Zhao Zhao into arranging for him to stay there.

Jian Tong almost wanted to send this little girl thousands of miles away, out of sight, out of mind.

It wasn't until after Xi Chen had finished checking in that she realized what had happened.

These days, Zhao Zhao is very innocent. Her boss doesn't talk to her or pay attention to her.

Zhaozhao saw that Xichen's face was flushed with a blush, and she became annoyed.

"Boss, that old woman is here again."

Zhao Zhao was at the bar when she saw that annoying figure.

Jian Tong's eyes caught a glimpse of the figure out of the corner of her eye, and she closed them shut, choosing to ignore it.

Zhao Zhao hated Madam Jian, though Madam Jian wasn't that old. Zhao Zhao always called her "Old Lady."

Mrs. Jian ground her teeth in hatred, but all she could do was glare at that yellow-haired girl with her eyes.

She didn't forget why she was here.

When Jian Tong was admitted to the hospital, Mrs. Jian also followed, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get close to the ward even an inch under Xi Chen's watchful eyes.

After Jian Tong was discharged from the hospital, she stayed at home for many days, reminiscing about her experiences.

Mrs. Jian looked at her daughter, who remained unmoved, and her heart bled.

She knew she owed her daughter.

She knew she had brought this upon herself.

But, but Mo Bai was still waiting for her on the sickbed, waiting for a life-saving grace!

And that old bastard Jian Zhen Dong is not a decent person!

That old bastard, he doesn't care about her son at all, he only cares about that fox spirit's illegitimate child, the one born out of wedlock!

Mrs. Jian has enjoyed a life of ease and comfort these years. Even though she's unhappy, deep down she understands that without her son, she would have nothing!

John Chen, that ungrateful bastard, how could he possibly look at her, a woman who is old and past her prime, with no son to inherit her wealth

"Little one," she walked to the side of the woman who was resting with her eyes closed, her lips moving. She knew those words couldn't be spoken aloud, but what could she do

She was also quite helpless. If there were any other way, she wouldn't want to pressure her daughter like this.

I know Mrs. Jian's intentions. There's no need to say any more." The woman kept her eyes closed, not even glancing at the pleading figure beside her.

"No..." Madam Jian instinctively retorted, a hint of bitterness in her eyes, her lips moving hesitantly before finally uttering those words: "I came today, not for the bone marrow."

The woman on the rattan chair still had no expression.

"Mrs. Jian let out a helpless sigh and could only say what the person on the phone this morning had told her:"

"I, I want to…" She paused, instinctively wanting to say no more, but remembering the instructions on the phone, she gritted her teeth and continued:

"Child, could you please go ask Mr. Shen"

Jian Tong finally opened her eyes, glancing at Mrs. Jian with a half-smile: "Which Mr. Shen"

Seeing that she had finally opened her eyes, with lines appearing around them like a fishtail, Mrs. Jian was instantly delighted. She hurriedly grabbed the hand that Jian Tong was hiding in her sleeve and said eagerly:

"Mr. Shen of the Shen Group, that's the man Little Tong loves, Shen Xiujing."

In a hurry to state her intentions, Madam Jian did not see the woman whose hand she was clutching tightly, with an expression on her face that was hard to describe.

All I can think about is achieving my goal.

"Little one, please go beg Shen Xiujin, will you" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Please let him go, let my dad go, okay"

Spare Jian … A hint of confusion appeared in Jian Tong’s eyes.

A sarcastic laugh, soaring high:

Jian Zhen Dong, that old man has a big heart, thinking that by hooking up with Old Master Shen and Shen family’s illegitimate son Lu Mingchu, he could bring down Ashu.

Xi Chen put one hand in his casual pants pocket and held an iPad out to Jian Tong with the other. "Look for yourself, if you don't understand something, Weibo has it all."

Xi Chen's words were a double entendre, and he lowered his head to gaze at the woman on the wicker chair.

I don't know if she could understand what he was saying.

The woman on the rattan chair didn't refuse. She took the tablet and slowly browsed through the interface, her slender fingertips tapping the screen one by one, carefully looking at each picture.

She watched intently—about the entanglement in life that, to others, she and that man shared.

She looked very carefully—about the past ten days or so, all that wind and rain the man had been through.

Of course, it's already clear what role Jian played here.

Of course, it was clear now what kind of pressure that good father of hers must be under at this moment.

Of course, she also saw that 19:31 — I, Shen Xiujin, have only one wife in my life, her name is Jian Tong.

Teeth clenched so tightly, almost to the point of shattering!

My heart ached again, spreading like the surface of Lake Erhai, with no end in sight.

Xi Chen swore, he definitely wasn't mistaken. Even if this woman hid her emotions so well, even if she acted so cautiously, he was sure, his eyes weren't blind—this woman, was not at peace.

She was completely different from how she had been these days.

Jian Tong, you said you didn't care, then why did you have such abnormal emotional fluctuations when you encountered Ashu's situation

Little Jian Tong, you said it's all in the past, do you really, get over it

The woman on the wicker chair, suddenly closed her eyes!

His face turned pale!

said coldly:

Mrs. Jian has mistaken the person.

Mrs. Jian's heart skipped a beat!

Isn't the child refusing her by saying that

No!

"Child! You, you... look at that, for the sake of your father..." For the sake of what Mrs. Jian thought hard, and she realized that their whole family had never given the child any face to look up to... It was all their fault for not leaving any room before, now where could they possibly find face

“For the sake of...for your deceased grandfather’s sake.” Mrs. Jian felt a lump in her throat, it was hard. They were her family, her parents, her brother, a group of living people, yet they couldn't compare to the departed.

Although she found it ironic herself, she couldn't think of anyone else who still held weight in a child's heart.

"Jian Shi, it's the thing your grandfather cared about most when he was alive. It is also what your grandfather built into the scale it is today.

"

Little one, can you bear to see your grandfather, who raised you, have a lifetime's worth of hard work destroyed in an instant

If your grandfather knew, that all his life's work had been destroyed, he wouldn't rest in peace even down there.

The woman in the wicker chair, though her eyes were closed and her expression seemed serene, betrayed her anger with her tightly pressed lips and slightly trembling body.

Xi Chen couldn't stand it any longer and was just about to ridicule Mrs. Jian.

But the next second!

The woman's tightly closed eyes suddenly flew open. She violently wrenched her hand away from Mrs. Jian's grasp and slapped it away, a pair of black eyes blazing with fury, fixed directly on Mrs. Jian's face. She gritted her teeth and said word by word:

"You are so shameless!"Jian cried, her eyes like walnuts. She still had her charm, the beauty of a woman past her prime, her jade-like hands wiping away tears, adding a touch of pathos to her image. It evoked sympathy and...