Jian Suiying imagined the old man chasing his father around the room, and chuckled to himself. Yet amidst the laughter, a sigh escaped him.
He shook his head, watching the housekeeper pack his clothes into a suitcase.
"Returning today?" the old man inquired.
"Yes. He's heading back to his unit too, leaving from Beijing."
Jian Suying nodded toward Bai Xinyu.
Bai Xinyu sighed. "Back to that godforsaken place again." Though his words carried reluctance,
Jian Suiying noticed he didn't seem to dislike it at all—in fact, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Jian Suiying teased: "Looks like you're actually looking forward to it. What's the deal? Did the cafeteria ladies all turn into beauties now
?"
"Bullshit. There are no aunties in the cafeteria. I was there for ages and only saw sows." Bai Xinyu pouted indignantly, "I even fed one for over a month, damn it."
Jian Suiying shot him a look. "Then why are you smiling? Someone might think you're heading to a bathhouse."
Bai Xinyu touched his face and muttered, "Who was laughing... Let's hurry up and go. I still need to pack my things."
."
After lunch, the two drove back to Beijing.
After Bai Xinyu got home, Jian Suiying returned to Xiao Zhu's place.
After those three moved out, the place felt much emptier. The long-time housekeeper stayed behind, while the others
had left with his father and the others.
On the way, Jian Suiying contemplated renovating the house to erase every trace of that woman and Jian Suilin
.
He parked in the courtyard and walked toward the house, wrapped in his coat.
The housekeeper heard his car and opened the door from inside, a hint of panic in her expression. Jian Suiying frowned. "What's wrong?"
The housekeeper looked troubled. "Young Master..."
"What is it?" He pushed open the door and immediately saw Zhao Yan standing inside, directing two workers as they arranged
a porcelain piece.
Zhao Yan turned and saw him, her face instantly turning pale.
Jian Suiying narrowed his eyes, his voice cold. "Didn't I tell you never to set foot in here again?"
Zhao Yan's lips trembled slightly.
Jian Suiying pointed toward the door. "Get out."
Jian Suiying clenched his fists. If the person before him weren't a woman, he would have struck her—beaten the person he despised so deeply to a pulp.
Jian Suiying snarled, "Yes, it was me. What? He's not dead yet?"
Zhao Yan's body shook violently. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared fiercely at him. She opened her mouth but ultimately dared not utter another word.
Jian Suiying growled: "Get out! You and that bastard are never to set foot here again! Your things, I'll burn
. You'd better hurry up and die—you'll get it soon enough."
Zhao Yan lowered her head and dashed out the door.
After she left, Jian Suiying sat on the sofa, unable to rise for a long while.
Jian Suiying stood up and addressed the people in the room: "Everyone should be back at work tomorrow. Call a renovation company
. I want their rooms torn down. If Zhao Yan or Jian Suilin ever come back, don't let them in."
Jian Suiying slept at home that day. This house hadn't made him feel this at ease in a long time.
The next afternoon, he personally went to the airport to pick up Xiao Zhu.
In his memory, Xiao Zhu had always been a timid person. When they went out together, he was always mindful of others'
and never made any intimate gestures toward him.
But this time, the moment Xiao Zhu emerged from the arrivals gate and saw him, she dashed over and threw herself into his arms.
.
Jian Suiying looked down at him with surprise, then smiled and ruffled his hair.
The two headed to the supermarket first, stocking up on ingredients before returning to Xiao Zhu's place together.
After dinner, Xiao Zhu initiated intimacy. Jian Suiying embraced him, pressing him onto the sofa as they kissed.
Both the person and the atmosphere were perfect, yet Jian Suiying still found himself unable to focus. Kissing, skin-to-skin contact, sex... these things...
Jian Suiying felt a flash of white light in his mind, images of Jian Sui Lin pinned beneath him, violating him with abandon, kept flashing through his
Jian Suiying pushed himself up, shaking his head as darkness threatened to cloud his vision. Xiao Zhu whispered, "What's wrong?"
Jian Suiying croaked, "Nothing..."
The phone's ringtone exploded, startling both of them.
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