In the dark room, Wu Ling's voice was particularly harsh.
He denied with disdain and looked down on Chen Yaoxiang from the bottom of his heart. Those words fell on her back like a stone.
Chen Yaoxiang pinched her fingers hard. Her hands hurt, and her heart hurt even more.
The tears condensed into a large drop and fell on the quilt, quickly leaving a mark.
She pursed her lips tightly and forced herself to listen to the end.
Jiang Xing turned off the recording.
The figure huddled up on the bed was shivering.
Such a naked truth is too cruel for Chen Yaoxiang, but it is also a pleasure.
It's better than her not knowing and being kept in the dark.
"Miss Chen."
Jiang Xing spoke slowly, "Mr. Rong treats you sincerely."
Chen Yaoxiang wiped away her tears and stood up from the quilt suddenly. Her face was red, her face was covered with tears and snot, and she was in a very embarrassed state.
"Jiang Xing, thank you."
Chen Yaoxiang only glanced at Jiang Xing, but couldn't help but break down. He broke down crying instantly, "I, I thought he treated me sincerely."
"The promises he made to me turned out to be false!"
"Sincerity is all lies!"
Chen Yaoxiang cried so hard that he couldn't see Jiang Xing in front of him, "Jiang Xing, my love is broken, and my heart hurts so much now."
Jiang Xing's back stiffened.
She had nowhere to put her hands and feet. Jiang Xing could sympathize with Chen Yaoxiang, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
Perhaps it was exactly the same as when she learned that Rong Che was getting engaged to Li Yan.
She slowly stood up and took two steps forward.
Chen Yaoxiang suddenly reached out and hugged Jiang Xing, "Good Jiang Xing, thank you for telling me the truth and letting me see the true face of that stinky man."
Jiang Xing was glad that Chen Yaoxiang was still able to carry things clearly.
She remained silent and raised her hand to pat Chen Yaoxiang's back mechanically, "Everything will be fine."
Jiang Xing is a hard worker, so she really can't come with those words of comfort.
"Have a good sleep and everything will be fine tomorrow."
Chen Yaoxiang's body trembled slightly, and she let go of Jiang Xing while crying. She pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Xing pitifully, "You, can you stay and sleep with me?"
Jiang Xing was stunned and his eyelashes fluttered twice.
Chen Yaoxiang kept staring at her, his eyes full of prayer.
Jiang Xing didn't know if the eldest lady knew about her relationship with Rong Jingxu. They slept together and always felt something was strange.
"OK?"
A pair of big watery grape-like eyes looked at Jiang Xing, and Jiang Xing couldn't bear it.
"good."
Chen Yaoxiang was still twitching quietly when she fell asleep. She held Jiang Xing's hand tightly and whispered to her mother softly.
Jiang Xing raised his hand to touch her wet eyes. Chen Yaoxiang's face turned abnormally red.
Chen Yaoxiang has a fever.
At two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xing called the family doctor, and Rong Jingxu came with him.
Jiang Xing was familiar with Rong Jingxu's schedule today, and there was a dinner party in the evening.
Jiang Xing stood upstairs and looked at him, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Jingxu frowned slightly and hurried upstairs with his long legs. He passed by Jiang Xing, and Jiang Xing smelled a strong smell of alcohol on him.
After a while, the doctor came out of the bedroom.
Chen Yaoxiang just had a slight cold and was receiving infusions.
Jiang Xing sent the doctor out and when he came back, he found Rong Jingxu sitting on the sofa with his arms on his knees.
He raised his hand and pulled off his tie and threw it on the table.
Jiang Xing acted quickly and found the ingredients in the refrigerator to make a bowl of hangover soup and bring it over.
Rong Jingxu looked up at her, then lowered his head to light a cigarette, and leaned on the sofa.
His shirt was baggy, Rong Jingxu raised his hand and put it between his eyebrows.
He didn't say a word, but his irritability and exhaustion were clearly evident on his body.
Jiang Xing walked over and placed his slender hands on his temples.
Rong Jingxu smoked a cigarette and enjoyed Jiang Xing's massage.
Her strength was just right, and there was a faint fragrance between her fingers.
It is Jiang Xing’s exclusive flavor.
"Ms. Chen is not a confused person. She recognizes Wu Ling's true face and has decided to let it go."
Rong Jingxu raised his hand and gently stroked the back of Jiang Xing's hand, his movements gentle and lingering.
He didn't say a word, but this small gesture already showed his affirmation of Jiang Xing.
After Jiang Xing's massage was over, Rong Jingxu held her hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss.
Jiang Xing lowered his eyes, a blush flashing across his pale face.
For a man like Rong Jingxu, his rare tenderness is the sure winner.
Her heart seemed to be touched gently by something, like beating strings, making her heart beat faster.
The two looked at each other, and the ambiguous aura made the blush on Jiang Xing's face more obvious.
"Jiang Xing?"
Chen Yaoxiang's hoarse voice suddenly sounded upstairs.
Jiang Xing pushed Rong Jingxu away almost instantly, his hands falling behind him, "Miss Chen."
She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
Chen Yaoxiang stood at the stairs. She was wearing a white lace pajamas, and her long, straight and slender calves were exposed.
Those arms are also slender.
She needs to be on camera, and her weight is ten pounds lighter than that of a normal person.
Chen Yaoxiang held onto the handrail of the stairs, with a pale face and red eyes, she looked at Rong Jingxu downstairs.
Before Chen Yaoxiang could speak, Rong Jingxu stood up and walked out with his coat.
He swirled the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Go directly to the company from here tomorrow."
Jiang Xing stood aside with his hands behind his hands, nodded slightly and said yes.
As soon as Rong Jingxu left, Chen Yaoxiang swallowed carefully, her eyes instantly turned red, "He was angry with me."
Jiang Xing walked over but didn't know how to comfort her.
Chen Yaoxiang's face was pale and bloodless.
She looked up at Jiang Xing and managed to put on a smile, "It's my fault for making him worry."
"But Jiang Xing, thank you."
"You can go to the next room and rest."
Chen Yaoxiang turned around and returned to the room. Tears fell when she turned around.
Jiang Xing looked at her thin and lonely back, feeling uneasy.
Rong Jingxu was a man of his own words. How could Jiang Xing dare to influence his thoughts?
Chen Yaoxiang has been sleeping at home for two days.
The negative information about her on the Internet gradually disappeared, and Chen Yaoxiang went directly to Director Chen's crew after resting.
She works so hard that when she's busy, she doesn't have time to think about anything else.
Chen Yaoxiang called Rong Jingxu several times, but he didn't answer.
Chen Yaoxiang pursed her lips and looked lonely, knowing that this time she really made Rong Jingxu angry.
She sat on a chair and ate the food from the five-star hotel brought by Jiang Xing.
"Jiang Xing."
Chen Yaoxiang's long eyelashes were drooped, and her white face was full of loneliness. "I know I was wrong. Didn't he even give me a chance to apologize?"
Jiang Xing pushed up his glasses, and Rong Jing said that this was cold violence against Chen Yaoxiang in disguise.
She didn't know how to comfort Chen Yaoxiang, so she only said slowly, "Mr. Rong has no other woman."
Chen Yaoxiang paused with the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at Jiang Xing again.
Her eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.
For another moment, Jiang Xing felt that she was somewhat similar to Rong Jingxu.
Jiang Xing didn't know what she said wrong. She subconsciously pushed down her glasses and said, "Miss Chen, Mr. Rong still has you in his heart."
Chen Yaoxiang sighed, the food was tasteless.
She stretched out her arms and leaned on the bench, looking at Jiang Xing helplessly, "Jiang Xing, you can be quite stupid sometimes."
