"Do you have any objections? The two of us have not been apart for more than twenty years, and now that we are separated, it is not easy for us to be together. What's wrong with me staying with you for a month? Do you really want to kick me out of the house? Jiang Ruolan, don't tell me that once you get married, you start to forget about your brother?"
"Forget your head!" Jiang Ruolan took the tissue box and threw it at Jiang Yijun's head. "Damn brat, where did all this nonsense come from?"
"Then hurry up and drive, I'm going to starve to death!"
Jiang Ruolan: "…"
***
At seven in the evening.
Jiang Yijun was sitting comfortably and lazily on the sofa. When the door was opened from outside, he immediately waved politely," President Xian, please don't take offence. I'm going to stay here for a while."
Xian Zihao's footsteps paused for a moment. His posture was calm and graceful, always warm and clear. He glanced at Jiang Yijun, who had the same calm expression.
Jiang Yijun, this damn brat, was rarely polite, but his attitude made Jiang Ruolan, who was squatting in the kitchen, cried. She immediately got up and ran out of the kitchen, only to see two pairs of eyes, one calm and the other emotionless, were staring straight at each other.
Jiang Ruolan shuddered and hurried over.
At the same time, Xian Zihao looked away and turned to her. His dark eyes met Jiang Ruolan's.
Although he didn't have any intention to interrogate her, he was obviously wondering why Jiang Yijun was here.
Jiang Ruolan immediately said, "Yijun is on annual leave. He decided to come and see me. I intend to prepare a sumptuous dinner tonight to feed this glutton!"
Jiang Yijun had no reaction to her slanderous words, but he casually stood up.
Xian Zihao slowed down his steps and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him. Jiang Yijun stepped forward and stretched out his hand. "President Xian, I'm really sorry for not being able to receive you properly the last time when you are in F City."
Xian Zihao looked down at his hand and shook it gently and courteously said, "It's fine. I'm not someone who will take heart over something that is unimportant. I'm sorry, I'm late. I didn't know you would come here."
"I came uninvited, of course I was the one who was being rude here. Don't be offended." Jiang Yijun smiled earnestly.
The atmosphere between the two of them was simply too strange.
Jiang Ruolan's scalp tingled as she watched the two of them shake hands as if they were having a discussion. She remained at her spot and glared at their hands. She was thinking about whether or not she should separate them.
Xian Zihao only smiled and exchanged a few more polite words with Jiang Yijun. Then, he looked back at Jiang Ruolan, who was holding onto a carrot. He rolled up his sleeves as he walked over. "What are you standing there for? Let's go to the kitchen."
With that, he took the carrot out of her hand and returned to the kitchen.
Jiang Ruolan turned around and looked at Jiang Yijun, who was standing in front of the sofa with his hands on his hips.
After entering the kitchen, Jiang Ruolan became a little lethargic. She lowered her head and walked over to Xian Zihao's side. She tried to explain Jiang Yijun's presence to him. "Yijun and I have been living together for over 20 years. It's hard for us to spend time together, so–"
"I know." Without waiting for her to finish explaining herself, Xian Zihao knocked her lightly on the forehead. "You think I'll be angry?"
Jiang Ruolan was stunned. Looking at the faint smile in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel moved.
Actually, didn't Xian Zihao already investigate Jiang Yijun's background?
However, why was he so calm and collected?
Looking at his rolled-up sleeves, Xian Zihao seemed to want to help her cook a sumptuous dinner for Jiang Yijun. In any case, his tolerance at this time made her feel relentlessly grateful.
Jiang Ruolan immediately hugged Xian Zihao tightly as he turned around. "Xian Zihao, why are you so good to me?" She pressed her face against his back, refusing to leave.
"Stop fooling around. Go and continue peeling your radish. Be careful not to injure your hand." Xian Zihao patted her folded hands on his waist gently. He parted her hands and turned to stroke her head.
Jiang Ruolan took the carrot and chuckled. She did not realize that she had been smiling like a fool. She suddenly understood where Zhou Shufen's pride and confidence in Xian Zihao came from.
The Xian Zihao of the past would definitely treat Zhou Shufen a thousand times better than the Zhou Shufen of the present. In front of him, anyone would feel that they were the most doted on and would feel that they were the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.
***
Jiang Yijun suddenly felt sick during the dinner. He was still looking at Xian Zihao with his expressionless eyes. It was obvious that he had practised this move from an unknown place and planned to use his eyes to kill Xian Zihao …
Jiang Ruolan still remembered the first Jiang Yijun met Han Xuegang. He was so angry with her, so full of sarcasm and oppression. He really disagreed with her relationship with Han Xuegang.
Once Jiang Yijun heard she broke up with Han Xuegang, he used this opportunity to hit him.
Since the last time they had breakfast with Xian Zihao, Jiang Ruolan immediately understood that this damned brat was more hostile to him!
Xian Zihao, however, was calm and told Jiang Yijun to eat slowly. A phone call suddenly interrupted their meal.
Xian Zihao politely got up to answer the phone and stood by the French window. He was calm but a little serious, as if he was instructing someone on the other side of the phone.
Jiang Yijun put the food in his bowl with a loud sound. Obviously, he was irritated right now. Jiang Ruolan suddenly knocked the back of his hand with her chopsticks when she saw Jiang Yijun take another food.
"What the f***!" Jiang Yijun glanced at her with a dark expression and lowered his voice, "Jiang Ruolan, what are you doing?"
"I'm warning you, Xian Zihao isn't Han Xuegang. Don't think of using the same tricks as you did to Han Xuegang on him." Jiang lowered her voice too, giving Jiang Yijun a warning.
Jiang Yijun's mouth twitched as if his purpose had been seen through. He glanced at Xian Zihao's back and said, "Are you serious with him?"
"What do you mean by that? We are already married. I repeat once more, married. This is not a joking matter!" Jiang Ruolan stared at him with a very serious expression.
Jiang Yijun did not say anything for a long time while looking at her face. Finally, he let out a sigh and continued to lower his head without saying a word.
Without waiting for Xian Zihao to finish his call, Jiang Yijun put down his bowl and said in a low voice, "Since you already decide it, I will not bother you again."
With that, Jiang Yijun stood up to pick up his travel bag and rushed out the door without waiting for Jiang Ruolan to respond.
It took a while for Jiang Ruolan to come back to her senses. When she saw Jiang Yijun leaving, she hurriedly got up and ran after him. By the time she had changed her shoes and chased after him, Jiang Yijun was already almost at the residential complex entrance.
Jiang Ruolan immediately grabbed his arm. "Where are you going? You're a grown up man, not a kid anymore! Why did you do this to me?"
Jiang Yijun paused and turned around to look at her. His eyes were cold, "Since you have already made your choice, I have nothing to say! If this is the life you want, of course I shouldn't bother you anymore!"
"Bother? You are my younger brother!"
"Who's your brother?" Jiang Yijun's eyes were cold as he said, "Jiang Ruolan, you have been playing dumb with me for twenty years. Do you think I really don't know if you and I are related by blood or not?"
The words that she was about to say were instantly choked back as her eyes widened.
Jiang Ruolan looked at the indifference in Jiang Yijun's eyes with astonishment.
Jiang Yijun sneered when he saw her shocking face. "It's too late to say anything now. I won't interfere in your life from now on. Jiang Ruolan, since you finally got the happiness you want, you should cherish it."
Jiang Yijun pushed Jiang Ruolan's hand away gently and walked out of the Greenville Residence without looking back.
