After Bo Chengcheng left, Jiang Yeqing turned around to give Cheng Huaxing a sinister look.
Cheng Huaxing’s swollen face carried an obviously indignant expression.
Jiang Yeqing did not stay a second longer and turned to go after Bo Chengcheng.
Bo Chengcheng had driven to the hospital by herself and Jiang Yeqing now got into her car. In all that time, the couple did not speak a word to each other.
After Bo Chengcheng got into the car, she drove towards home.
It was only after they got home and Bo Chengcheng sat down on the sofa, that Jiang Yeqing felt a little more at ease.
“You may speak now.” Bo Chengcheng turned to look at him and removed her jacket. After saying this, she stood up and walked over to the wine cabinet to select a bottle of rum.
She poured each of them a glass and placed one in front of Jiang Yeqing.
Jiang Yeqing’s expression was complex as he started, “Chengcheng, there are some things that I can’t tell you, but…”
Bam!
Bo Chengcheng slammed her thick wine glass on the table. Her expression was stone cold and frozen over. “So, are you just stringing me along?”
“How could that be? It’s just that there are some things that I can’t…”
“Since that’s the case, there’s nothing else to discuss.” Bo Chengcheng took a deep breath and moved her hand away from the wine glass. “Jiang Yeqing, how long have we been married? Do you remember?”
“Two years plus…”
“Two years and two months.” Bo Chengcheng looked him in the eyes and continued, “How many years have we known each other? Do you remember?”
“Ten years.”
“Almost eleven years.” Bo Chengcheng smiled bitterly. “I’ve known you since I was 18, Brother Jiang.”
Brother Jiang.
It was an address that he had not heard for a long time. It immediately stirred some deep memories in the man.
It was as though suddenly, a vision of a girl with her hair tied back in two ponytails appeared before him. Her head was lowered as she shyly walked, clutching her text books and kicking the pebbles beneath her feet.
Except now, there was no longer any shyness on her face. The woman standing before him was mature and charismatic, but the coldness and distance in her eyes was chilling.
Bo Chengcheng took a sip of wine and said unhurriedly, “There are many things that I’ve never said aloud, but I know that the woman you kept in Yanzhou was Wenxin, would that be right?”
Jiang Yeqing opened his mouth and finally nodded. “It’s her, but she’s just an ordinary friend of mine. We’ve never had that sort of relationship you’re thinking.”
“Really?” Bo Chengcheng found it ridiculous. “A normal friend. Whenever she feels lonely in the middle of the night, you’ll drive all that way to comfort her. A normal friend. Whenever there’s a thunderstorm, you’ll rush over to keep her company. A normal friend. When she was giving birth, you stayed by her side. When she was in confinement, you did everything that a father would do for the child whom you insist isn’t yours.”
Jiang Yeqing opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, Bo Chengcheng continued, “Your heart is already with that woman. I know that you have a child with her, but do you know why I’ve never spoken about it?”
“It’s not what you think, wifey, she’s…”
“I don’t want to fall out with you, Jiang Yeqing.” Bo Chengcheng fell into indifference. “We’ve known each other for so many years, I don’t want to make things too ugly. Let’s end it here, Brother Jiang. We had an amicable start, let’s have an amicable parting.”
“No way!”
“You know very well how Grandma treats you. She’s old and can’t afford to be agitated.” Bo Chengcheng sighed deeply. “I’ll have to trouble you to keep her in the dark for a while, so that she may enjoy her remaining years.”
