"You yourself said that Ho Yung is an orphan, a school nurse. How would I know she is the daughter of the Lin Family? If I had known she was the Lin Family’s daughter, why would I have forced you to break up with her? Right, right..."
She nodded repeatedly, suddenly taking a few steps forward to grab Jian Ruzhou’s arm: "Ruzhou, don’t bla Mom, it’s all Ho Yung’s fault. If she hadn’t hidden her identity, I wouldn’t have forced her to break up with you. It’s all her fault, all her fault..."
"Stop deceiving yourself, it’s all your fault! You ruined my love, made lose the woman I love the most, and cost my best future, made a laughing stock. It’s your fault, all your fault!" Jian Ruzhou suddenly pushed her away and strode upstairs.
Mother Jian was knocked to the ground by the push, a sharp pain shooting through her tailbone.
She let out a scream of pain, and Jian Ruzhou didn’t even turn his head as he strode up the stairs.
*
After Jian Ruzhou left the Beijing Grand Hotel, Ho Yung slamd the door shut.
She walked to the table, opened the bottle of wine on it, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and drank half of it in one go.
She slamd the bottle back on the table and sank into a chair in despair.
When facing Jian Ruzhou, she appeared indifferent, assertive.
But in her heart, she was also sad.
Who wouldn’t be upset to find out that the man they’ve liked for years is actually a scoundrel?
Years of feelings, as if fed to the dogs.
Her alcohol tolerance was average; half a bottle of red wine downed at once, and soon she felt dizzy.
She leaned over the table, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.
There was a knock on the door.
She lay on the table, seemingly unaware.
A mont later, a voice ca, "ngng, are you okay?... Can I co in?"
Ho Yung recognized Fang Yao’s voice. She sat up and wiped her tears, "Brother Yao, please co in."
Fang Yao pushed the door open and ca in.
Ho Yung stood up and turned to face him.
She felt a bit dizzy, her body staggered slightly.
Fang Yao rushed over and held her, "ngng, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"
Feeling the broad, strong hand supporting her waist, Ho Yung looked up at him.
This was her familiar friend.
Fang Yao.
She had never thought he would like her.
But she knew, this was a reliable man.
She liked his eyes, though a bit cool, they were bright and serious.
Very clean.
Obviously a very stern man, yet with eyes as clean and beautiful as a child’s.
Very contradictory.
Also very attractive.
Unable to help herself, she raised her hand to wrap around Fang Yao’s neck, "Brother Yao..."
The alcohol kicked in, making her body sway a little.
Fang Yao had to tighten his grip on her waist to steady her, "ngng, have you been drinking?"
"It’s okay... I’m fine... not drunk, just a little dizzy..." Ho Yung looked up at the stern man in front of her.
His features were sharply defined and very handso.
She had never noticed before how handso he was.
She gazed at him dumbly for a long ti before speaking slowly, "Brother Yao, you said you like , is it true?"
"It’s true," Fang Yao answered softly, looking into her eyes, "Before I t you, I thought I didn’t understand what liking is, what love is... I thought I would never understand in this life, but after eting you, I realized it’s not that I didn’t understand, I just hadn’t t the right person. When you et the right person, you naturally understand."
Ho Yung chuckled softly, "Am I the right person?"
Fang Yao nodded seriously, "Yes, you are the right person."
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