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Chapter 111 - 111 106 The contradiction intensifies Xie Shangs love
Chapter 111 - 111 106 The contradiction intensifies Xie Shangs love
?Chapter 111: 106: The contradiction intensifies, Xie Shang’s love is too greedy (Two updates combined_2) Chapter 111: 106: The contradiction intensifies, Xie Shang’s love is too greedy (Two updates combined_2) “Second Aunt.”
Someone from among the guests stepped forward to defuse the situation, “The guests are still here.”
This person was named Zheng Lvhong.
The eldest grandson of the Great Zheng Family, the general manager of the Dihong Group, and also the manager of Dihong Hospital.
Once he spoke, both Lu’s and Zheng Lvhua quieted down.
Jhiang Zhenghao took the opportunity to move over to Jhiang Youyou and said, “You should leave quickly.”
After giving her elder sister’s portrait one last look, Jhiang Youyou left with Wen Changling.
Once outside, Wen Changling asked her, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why are you here?”
Wen Changling said, “Mrs. Qi’s funeral is tomorrow, and the head nurse and I came to pay our respects.”
“Thanks for just now.”
Wen Changling hadn’t seen Jhiang Youyou for a few days, and she really had lost a lot of weight; even her beautiful eyes had lost their luster.
Wen Changling became solemn, “Dr. Jhiang, don’t do anything that could harm yourself just to get back at those people.”
“I know, I just came to vent my anger. Now that so many have seen it, the Zheng Family wouldn’t dare do anything to me; they’re in the wrong. Moreover, the Xiao Zheng Family is busy preparing a hundred-day banquet for the son born to the mistress outside.”
The two walked out together.
Someone called out to them from behind.
“Miss.”
Both Wen Changling and Jhiang Youyou turned around.
It was Zheng Lvhong, who had just played peacemaker. He approached Wen Changling with a courteous, two-handed offering, “Your glasses.”
Wen Changling accepted them with an impassive face, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Wen Changling turned around, put on her glasses, and kept her lips tightly sealed.
Madam Guan Zhengming was originally here to mourn, but ended up witnessing this drama.
As she left the hall, she couldn’t help but express, “It’s better for a girl to be gentle and quiet.” Using a brick to hit someone was too aggressive; she cautioned her rebellious son, “In the future, don’t you dare bring home someone who’s belligerent.”
Her son Gu Yihuan replied, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll stay single till I die.”
The matriarch of the Guan Family, when giving birth to her children, presumably didn’t distribute her intelligence evenly. The difference was clearly visible even among the younger generation: Guan Qingyu, Guan Sixing, Gu Yihuan.
If Madam Guan Zhengming were in a historical drama about palace intrigue, she would be the naive and sweet original wife who gets written off in the first episode. She didn’t realize at all what the scene at the Xiao Zheng Family’s was about.
Madam Guan Zhengming cast a stern glance at her rebellious son, her expression stern, “This is a funeral home; stop talking about death. Spit it out immediately.”
“Spit what?”
“The unlucky words.”
Madam Guan Zhengming was quite superstitious.
“Oh.” Gu Yihuan pretended to comply, bringing his lips together and mock spitting into the air, “Pft—”
“…”
Madam Guan Zhengming hastily spat a few times herself and murmured in her heart: Rascal talking nonsense, rascal talking nonsense.
On her way home, Wen Changling received a call from Xie Shang.
“Hello?”
Xie Shang’s voice was somewhat low, “Where are you?”
“Outside.”
“Where? I’ll come pick you up.”
Wen Changling glanced through the car window at the road, “No need to pick me up, I’m already on my way home.”
Xie Shang paused briefly before acknowledging with a hum.
Wen Changling hung up first because the car was nearly at her stop. The nearby streets were adorned with lanterns, and she wasn’t worried about getting lost. She usually had the driver stop at an intersection where it was easy for them to turn around.
“Driver, please stop at the front intersection.”
Before the car even stopped completely, Wen Changling saw Xie Shang standing beside a road sign at the intersection, slightly bowing his head as if lost in thought.
After paying, Wen Changling quickly got out and ran to where Xie Shang was waiting. “Were you out here waiting for me?”
“Mhmm.”
Xie Shang held her hand and walked towards Lotus Pond Street.
“Where did you go this afternoon?”
“To the funeral home, to pay respects to a patient I once took care of.”
As a car passed by, Xie Shang pulled Wen Changling closer.
She frowned slightly and moved the wrist that Xie Shang was holding.
Noticing, he led her against the wall, away from traffic and people, and stopped to check her hand. There was a small bruise on her left wrist.
“How did this happen?”
Wen Changling brushed it off, “I accidentally fell.”
Gu Yihuan tended to exaggerate, and had embellished the story of the mortuary a bit.
Xie Shang hadn’t finished listening and had left the perfume exhibition early. He was waiting, waiting for Wen Changling to call him, but she never did. If he didn’t reach out to her, she seemed like she wouldn’t call him on her own initiative.
She was very independent; she didn’t seem to need him that much.
“Wen Changling.”
It had been a long time since Xie Shang called her that way.
He was dressed formally, his pupils visibly amber under the sunlight, his dignified manner overshadowing his features. A slight change in his eyes could completely alter the impression he gave: less of his usual elegant ease, his dominant nature would become undeniable.