"This man will become bad when he is rich. You have to be careful and watch your husband carefully!"
“…”
Yan Nian said nothing, but something in his heart suddenly became clear.
She understood why she had been sad.
This is why men become bad when they have money. She hopes that Jiang Beiyuan will be bad and not do everything for her sake.
He is such an outstanding person and so good.
Not liking to explain is Yan Nian's only shortcoming in Jiang Beiyuan's mind.
But unfortunately, the things he did behind the scenes were all related to her.
And without exception, they are all good for her.
Yan Nian buried his head in his knees, his eyes turning red.
If I had known that I would have such low self-esteem today, I should have studied hard and been admitted to Tsinghua University, Peking University or something, at least the academic qualifications would be worthy of him.
This is good, because he is inherently deficient, has poor family conditions, and is also out of balance.
Just like a scale, Jiang Beiyuan is at the top, and she is at the bottom, seemingly never being able to be on an equal footing with him.
I feel really frustrated.
…
Jiang Beiyuan put down all the planned activities for the afternoon and went down from the 88th floor to the 80th floor.
The cleaning lady was mopping the floor. When she saw the big boss in a neat suit, her weathered face was immediately filled with a bright and moving smile.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang! Are you here to inspect the work?"
Jiang Beiyuan nodded casually and glanced at Yan Nian's office.
The closed door was cold and stiff, and it seemed empty inside.
"Where's the little girl in this office?"
"Ah... you said that little girl who likes to arrange flowers. She went out at noon today and never came back."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan hummed, and without saying anything more, he took out the key, opened the door, and walked in.
Huge office.
The fragrance of flowers is overflowing and refreshing.
Everywhere here has her hard work.
Just leave now.
There are several pots of freshly planted flowers in the corner, such as clivia, asparagus, hosta, etc., and they have not yet had time to fertilize, so they are piled up crookedly.
The phone vibrated twice.
It was a message from an unknown number.
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, we have successfully sent your little wife home. This is her current address. Please take a look."
Then another string of addresses was sent.
That address is not Funan Villa, but Yan Nian's hometown.
Jiangbeiyuan didn't reply and put his phone in his pocket.
As expected.
He didn't think that Yan Nian would go home obediently immediately.
He knew her temperament better than anyone else, and he was holding his breath in his heart. It would be weird to go back now.
Jiang Beiyuan squatted on the ground and planted all the flowers that had not yet been planted in the flower pots.
It's a laborious job.
Sometimes the girl would go home at night and complain that she was tired, and he would laugh at her because she was not strong enough.
Only by doing some things yourself can you appreciate the hard work involved.
It's not easy for her either.
The office door suddenly made a beep sound.
The person who came in from the outside was Zhou Rui.
She came to deliver bouquets. There were not so many bouquets used to decorate the wedding banquet. Several bouquets of pink phalaenopsis were left.
Zhou Rui placed the bouquet on the nearby coffee table, and her eyes fell on the man not far away.
In the alternation of light and shadow, he was bent over and half-kneeling on the ground, planting flowers. His long eyebrows were lowered, and his profile was outlined. His long, jade-like hands were now mixed with the dark soil.
He is a very mysophobic person and cannot touch these dirty things at all.
Zhou Rui gathered her thoughts, stepped forward calmly, and then followed Jiang Beiyuan's example, squatting beside him and picking up one of the flower pots.
She wanted to help him plant it.
The latter glanced at her, his eyes cold, his thin lips moved slightly, and he said one word:
"roll."
"..." Zhou Rui pursed her lips hard.
I remember back then, when she accidentally broke into his room, he said "get out" to her without thinking.
Cold and mean, this is Jiang Beiyuan's usual style.
"I just want to help you plant, that's all." Zhou Rui's voice was low, and her true emotions could not be heard.
"No need."
Jiang Beiyuan would not spare her a single word or ounce of friendship.
"You have no right to touch her things."
[Xiao Shao, Mr. Jiang will start cleaning up the slag tomorrow~]
(End of chapter)