It was already past nine o'clock when the car drove into the He family villa.
Yu Siqing took the sleeping kid down from her arms. Just as she entered the villa, a kind and smiling voice came from the kitchen. It was Aunt Liang, the villa's nanny: "... You're back. Is the child sleepy?"
Yu Siqing nodded and prepared to take the child to the children's room, and then she heard her say, "The master is in the study."
The study is also on the second floor. Yu Siqing seemed not to hear Aunt Liang's reminder. She curled her lips into a smile and walked towards the stairs.
She first comforted Yu Jiafan, who was about to wake up, and sat in front of the crib gently and patiently, stroking the child's back with her slender hands. It seemed that the child felt comfortable, so Yu Jiafan rubbed his chubby face against the pillow and continued to sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, there was no sound inside or outside the villa, and all the lights were off.
Yu Siqing closed the door of the children's room and returned to the master bedroom with light footsteps. She was not in a hurry to wash up and go to bed. Instead, she took out a black suitcase from the cloakroom, placed it on the dust-free floor, and neatly folded the suits, shirts, and ties in the man's cupboard and put them inside.
She was very familiar with these things. Her snow-white knees lightly pressed against the dark grey carpet. From the back, her seductive curves were unconsciously outlined. Her legs were beautiful, but her body looked particularly fragile. The plainer she looked, the more feminine she seemed.
He Yunjian stood by the door and looked at her for a long time, until Yu Siqing stood up to get her cufflinks, and then she accidentally noticed his presence.
"How long are you going to be away on business? I prepared three suits for you, a blue one and two black ones."
After being stunned for a second, Yu Siqing kept her expression as usual, not surprised. She just reopened the suitcase and checked under the bright light to see what necessities he had forgotten to bring.
He Yunjian didn't even glance at the suitcase, staring at her with a distant and cold look: "You've been visiting He Suichen quite frequently recently."
Yu Siqing didn't smile, but she was born with a pair of gentle eyes, and she smiled when she spoke: "It's your son who wants to visit his uncle and aunt."
He Yunjian walked over slowly, still staring at that smile. After recuperating for so long, his body had recovered to that of a healthy man. When he approached, he brought an oppressive aura with him, but Yu Siqing stood quietly until his long fingers, which could freeze a person to death, covered her neck. The coolness instantly penetrated the surface of her skin, and her fingertips couldn't help but tremble.
Soon he caught her sight, and with a sudden effort, he pulled her arm and pressed it against the glass wall of the cabinet. A pleasant voice flowed from his thin lips but without any warmth: "You are so enthusiastic to run to the ancestral house to show your courtesy to Gu Qingwu. You are really good at choosing your own backer."
Yu Siqing's breathing stopped for a moment, and the long-lost subtle pain in her chest came up. This always happened when she was alone with him.
I could only bear it and force myself to suppress the pain. When I spoke, my tone was so quiet that there was no ups and downs: "Who am I willing to show my affection to? Does it bother you?"
She is trying every means to show her goodwill to Gu Qingwu, so what
In the He family, she had no status other than being Yu Jiafan's biological mother, not even a proper servant. Now there was an opportunity before her, and Yu Siqing was willing to be humble in order to break the state of being isolated and helpless in this family.
She never concealed her intention to judge the situation, and she knew better than anyone that staying in the He family was the best way.
It just happened to be a hindrance to He Yunjian's eyes. He tore off the gentleman's disguise and showed the sinful side of men vividly. Every word could pierce her heart and make her bloody: "Yu Siqing... You are not hypocritical."
Yu Siqing's thin shoulders were hurt by his strong fingers, but she smiled and coughed softly: "You know what kind of personality I have. Why did I live with you during those years when I worked and studied in New York? I just wanted to find a rich second-generation who was willing to pay rent for free. You even supported me until I finished my studies. Isn't that ridiculous?"
He Yunjian was very famous at that time. People around him all spoke highly of him. Although he came from a wealthy family, he did not have an overbearing air. He was always gentle and polite to everyone. Coupled with his good looks, he was able to win the favor of women.
At that time, she was a poor student from an orphanage. In addition to her studies, she also had to bear financial pressure and was afraid of being kicked out of the house by the landlord at any time. All her belongings were only a small, shabby suitcase.
Later, by chance, she, the Cinderella, met He Yunjian, a gifted boy.
At first, Yu Siqing didn't realize that he had hidden feelings for her. During the three months that she worked part-time in the western restaurant, He Yunjian came to dine almost every day, ordered her to serve him, and gave her a little tip when he left.
Apart from that, the two were as different as heaven and earth, and had never had any interactions in private...
She only knew that this Chinese man, who was used to sitting by the window in a western restaurant and watching the street view, seemed to like drinking coffee very much.
The last time she really came into contact with him was when she was fired by the boss of the western restaurant. She was about to lose her job, which meant she would have no money to pay for the rent this month. Yu Siqing had no choice but to rack her brains to get the money together.
Otherwise, in a few days she would be reduced to carrying her shabby suitcase and competing for territory with the homeless people under the bridge.
On the last night of her job as a waitress in a western restaurant, Yu Siqing's guest was still He Yunjian. She was wearing the store's uniform white shirt and black skirt. She couldn't afford stockings, so she could only bare her snow-white legs. She gently brought the exquisite dish to the table and wished him a pleasant meal with a smile.
He Yunjian glanced at her at this time. Yu Siqing didn't know what was in her mind at that time, and she blurted out: "Mr. He, I won't work part-time in this restaurant tomorrow. In the past three months... Thank you for the tip."
This sentence is very long, and the words are full of gratitude to this man, that's all.
He Yunjian placed his slender fingers on the edge of the glass, and looked calmly at this beautiful woman who seemed to have encountered some difficulties. After a long time, he asked her with his thin lips: "When do you finish work?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Yu Siqing's gentle eyes. After a few seconds, she heard her own voice trembling as she said, "12:30 in the morning."
That night, everything that happened seemed like a dream. After completely finishing her part-time job at the western restaurant, Yu Siqing returned the work clothes to the arrogant boss and changed back into her plain light green dress. Her hair had no traces of being permed or dyed and fell softly on her shoulders, and her face was cleanly cleaned of makeup.
He Yunjian personally drove a sports car to pick her up. When she got in the car, he looked at her face carefully for a few seconds under the light.
Yu Siqing is very young and looks even more beautiful without makeup. But if she puts on makeup, she looks tacky.
She sat in the passenger seat with her back stiff, allowing the man to look at her, even her breathing was light.
Without asking where he was going, his dark and gentle eyes kept looking at the flashing street scenes outside until they slowly stopped at a villa in the wealthy area.
He Yunjian brought her back to his usual residence from the western restaurant. The luxuriously decorated yet cold living room was deserted. He usually lived alone here and didn't like living with servants, so it seemed so deserted.
And tonight, Yu Siqing is the first guest in this luxurious villa.
She was also the first woman lying on the bed in He Yunjian’s master bedroom.
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Yu Siqing woke up from her memories, looked up, and looked into the man's dark eyes, which were just like the temperature of the cold night outside, chilling her heart. She could no longer tell whether this unkind man was the same person as the man who treasured her back then.
The corners of his lips were stiff from smiling, and his body was unstable. He murmured, "He Yunjian, you are really good at acting... You have never loved me, right? My existence is just an excuse for you to resist He Yuliu's control. You made up excuses to turn against your family for an ordinary woman from an orphanage..."
She was deeply trapped in the gentle trap woven by the man, and foolishly believed his words that when she returned to the He family in the future, she would have someone to rely on and would not have to continue to live a life of being able to please others.
The fact is that she was tied up in the He family by this man, and in order to have someone to rely on, she tried every means to make friends with him.
For the first time, Yu Siqing lost control of her emotions and exposed herself completely in front of He Yunjian. Her fingers were almost painful as she grabbed his shirt, accusing him with every word: "How can you forget everything after waking up from a seven-year coma... leaving all the pain for me to bear alone? He Yunjian, how could you forget our vows, how could you!"
The sobbing she couldn't hold back instantly dissipated the anger in He Yunjian's chest. He wanted to raise his slender and thin hand to touch her tears, but Yu Siqing resisted and opened his hand. She tilted her head back, tears streaming down her face. "What do I owe you? I risked my life to give birth to your child, and I survived seven years of widowhood... I also returned all your property without touching a cent, what else do I owe you?"
Even during those years in New York, it was he who supported her, allowing her to have enough food and clothing and complete her studies.
Yu Siqing also used her own body to repay him with interest, and they no longer owed each other anything.
Why did he continue to pester her and refuse to let her start her life over again
He Yunjian was unable to answer these questions. He really disliked a woman like Yu Siqing who was so scheming and simple, but he was obsessed with keeping her by his side.
Especially recently at night, even after He Yunjian took sleeping pills, he still dreamed of some fragmented fragments of the car accident.
He had a headache and couldn't sleep when he woke up, but when he saw Yu Siqing lying beside him, within reach of her, the anxious and depressed feeling inexplicably subsided.
He Yunjian had a premonition that this dependence would be fatal sooner or later, so he wanted to treat Yu Siqing badly, out of a desire to control her.
"Shh, stop crying..."
He patiently wiped away Yu Siqing's tears with his thin, pale fingers, ignoring her trembling eyes as he lowered his head and kissed her with his cold, thin lips. "Don't you love me deeply? Why are you running away?"
The author has something to say: The next chapter will continue the sweet story of the young patriarch’s wife~
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