"Ling Chen?" Duan Qingchu was chatting with Jiang Xun on WeChat when he received Ling Chen's call. Jiang Xun said he had something to tell him, but before he had anything to do, Ling Chen's call came.
What could Ling Chen do if he came to see him so late
He thought as he answered the call.
"Qingchu." Ling Chen's voice was strange, as if he was choking.
Duan Qingchu was startled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Jiang Xun is married."
"What?" Duan Qingchu stood up suddenly and shouted in surprise, "Say it again?"
"Jiang Xun is married!" Ling Chen shouted in a cathartic tone, "Did you hear that? I said Jiang Xun is married."
His bitter voice was full of pain.
"How is that possible?" Duan Qingchu said in disbelief.
"What's even more ridiculous is, do you know who she married?" Ling Chen let out a self-deprecating laugh, which was worse than crying.
Duan Qingchu was also immersed in the painful blow, and he didn't even have the strength to ask "who". He was silent, as if he had been punched suddenly, and he was stunned. Then he was thrown to a place where he couldn't breathe. He suffocated. His heart hurt more than he imagined, as if he was about to die.
Ling Chen gritted his teeth and said, "She married my father. Isn't it ridiculous? Do you think she wanted to take revenge on me?"
Duan Qingchu was struck by lightning again and said in shock: "How is that possible?"
He seemed to be out of words and could only speak these few words.
Ling Chen: "You don't believe it either, right?"
Duan Qingchu said nothing.
Ling Chen originally wanted to tell Duan Qingchu the news, so that he might feel better, but it didn't happen at all, and he even felt worse.
He hung up the phone in silence, then leaned on the steering wheel and shouted Jiang Xun's name with some resignation.
Why does this happen
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Jiang Xun waited for a long time but did not receive a reply from Duan Qingchu. She was a little surprised.
They had a good conversation just now, and she was about to ask him out to tell him about her marriage, but he stopped replying.
However, Jiang Xun was really a little confused and didn't know what to say. After all, she had just won someone over and she had to tell her that she had no chance. I was already married, and it was hard for anyone to accept it.
But there was no other way. She had already decided to marry Ling Kong Leng when she saw him. He was the most lucky son in this world, and he happened to be Ling Chen's father. Marrying him would kill two birds with one stone.
She also likes Duan Qingchu, but she can't help it. She can't marry two people in this world, so now she can only try her best to make up for him.
Duan Qingchu finally responded to the message, but Jiang Xun was stunned when he saw the message.
Duan Qingchu: Are you married
Jiang Xun hesitated for a while and then smiled. It was okay, he already knew it without her opening her mouth.
Jiang Xun: Ling Chen told you
Duan Qingchu: Yeah.
Jiang Xun looked at his phone and didn't reply for a long time.
Duan Qingchu was also confused and didn't know what else to say. He wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he couldn't ask anything, so what was the point of asking.
Duan Qingchu didn't know how he felt now.
After a long time, he asked: Where are you now? can we meet
Jiang Xun: Well, let me come over and find you.
When Duan Qingchu saw this sentence, he knew that she was definitely not alone now.
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, squeezed into a twisted shape, and suppressed to the extreme.
He said: I will wait for you at home.
Jiang Xun: OK.
Duan Qingchu put down his mobile phone and lay back as if he had lost his soul. His eyes were empty and he stared at the ceiling in a daze.
After a while, he walked into the studio expressionlessly, sat in front of the drawing board, picked up a pen, and drew on the paper as if he had lost control.
Eyes, nose, mouth... He could directly draw Jiang Xun's face based on the impression in his mind.
He doesn't know when it started, but Jiang Xun's appearance has been completely engraved in his heart. He can think of her when he closes his eyes.
It took him a few minutes to draw the outline of the entire face. When he saw the familiar face, his eyes turned red. He threw away the pen in his hand, tore the paper off, tore it in half, and threw it on the ground.
He calmed down for a while, then picked up the papers, put them together, and stuck them in the album. He smiled bitterly, feeling sad in his heart.
Duan Qingchu was in the studio looking at the paintings in the whole room in a daze. Half an hour later, he heard the doorbell.
Jiang Xun waited outside the door for a few minutes before Duan Qingchu came to open the door.
His face was ugly, and his eyes were complicated after seeing Jiang Xun. He found that his heart still moved for her, and when he saw her dry heart, it suddenly became alive again.
The pain just now seemed to be relieved.
Duan Qingchu suddenly hugged Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun was stunned for a moment, but did not push him away.
She whispered, "I'm sorry."
"No need to say sorry, you haven't sorry for me."
Duan Qingchu hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body, and she could feel Duan Qingchu's luck flowing into her body.
Jiang Xun was a little shocked that Duan Qingchu still liked her at this time.
She let him hold her, and she didn't know how long it took before he let go of her.
"You come in first." Duan Qingchu said.
Jiang Xun nodded.
The two sat down facing each other on the sofa.
Jiang Xun said: "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didn't know how to say it."
"You don't have to say anything if you don't know what to say." Duan Qingchu looked at her, "As long as it's your own decision, you don't have to feel sorry or explain anything."
"Aren't you angry?"
Duan Qingchu didn't answer and looked at Jiang Xun bitterly.
Jiang Xun suddenly understood that it was not that he was not angry or sad, but that he supported all her decisions because he liked her. As he said, he was willing to protect her, not just possess her.
This was the first time Jiang Xun met someone like Duan Qingchu. All the men she met before wanted to monopolize her and make her their own.
And she herself is like this. When she meets a man she likes, she will try her best to get it, so she doesn't quite understand Duan Qingchu's feelings for her.
Jiang Xun stood up, hugged Duan Qingchu, buried his head in Duan Qingchu's neck, and said seriously: "Thank you."
Duan Qingchu froze and slowly reached out to hug her.
"For the last time, I will meet you as someone who likes you, and we can only be friends from now on." Duan Qingchu said with difficulty.
"Yeah." Jiang Xun responded dully.
"I will always wait for you, but..."
Jiang Xun raised his head and kissed Duan Qingchu. His voice stopped suddenly. Jiang Xun's warm lips made him forget to think for a moment.
He kissed her back without hesitation, gently and carefully.
If he could, he would really want to give her his whole heart.
Maybe it was just a compensatory kiss.
But this is enough.
He thought to himself that maybe there was a very small corner in her heart left for him. It might not have anything to do with love, but he had left traces in her heart.
Duan Qingchu thought so, and his heart felt greatly comforted at this moment.
He was suddenly very grateful to Jiang Xun for giving him this kiss, which was enough to soothe his pain and allow him to be healed.
… …
The next day, Ling Chen went to the hospital because of cold. Jiang Xun was the first to know.
He didn't know why he was having trouble, so he changed his mobile phone number and sent her a message saying that he was sick and asked Jiang Xun to take care of him.
Jiang Xun found a question mark.
Ling Chen said: Aren't you my stepmother? I'm sick and you take care of me.
Jiang Xun asked: Which hospital are you in
Ling Chen thought she was really coming, so he quickly sent her the name of the hospital and the ward number.
Jiang Xun thought for a while, then smiled and sent a message to Jiang Ya, telling her that Ling Chen was sick.
Ling Chen waited in the ward for half an hour. When the door was pushed open, he deliberately turned his back to the door, but unexpectedly he heard Jiang Ya's voice.
"Brother Lingchen! How are you?"
Ling Chen was stunned and sat up suddenly. When he saw that the person who came was really Jiang Ya, his face turned black and he said almost coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"I..." Jiang Ya was startled by his appearance, "My sister said you were sick, so I came over to see you. I also brought you food."
"No need, you can go." Ling Chen said coldly.
"No, you are sick and need someone to take care of you." Jiang Ya shook her head. Although she was a little scared to see him like this, she couldn't help but approach him.
"I told you to get lost, do you understand?" Ling Chen roared.
Jiang Ya was so frightened that she dropped everything in her hands. She looked at Ling Chen blankly and suddenly cried.
Seeing Jiang Ya's tears, Ling Chen didn't react at all.
Jiang Ya ran away crying, while Ling Chen lay on the bed resignedly and angrily pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand.
Blood spurted out from his blood vessels. He frowned in pain, then picked up his cell phone and called Jiang Xun.
The newly purchased number was not blocked by Jiang Xun. The call went through and it rang a few times before being answered.
"What's wrong?"
"Why did you ask Jiang Ya to come?"
"I didn't ask her to come, I just told her you were sick." Jiang Xun was choosing jewelry in the jewelry store. He pointed to the necklace he liked and asked the counter sister to take it out and try it on for him.
"Why don't you come?" Ling Chen's tone was not polite. He felt that Jiang Xun and Ling Kong Leng were sorry for him, and he should be angry.
"Why should I come?" Jiang Xun said lightly.
"I am sick."
Jiang Xun paused, "Are you trying to say that you want to find your mother because you are sick?"
The lady at the counter looked at her in surprise. At Jiang Xun's age, she really didn't look like someone who already had children.
Jiang Xun saw the look in her eyes and explained with a smile: "He is my stepson, not my biological son."
Of course Ling Chen heard it. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was even more sure, "Are you still angry with me? Is that why you treat me like this? Do you believe me? It is you who I love. I was wrong and I will treat you well." To make it up to you, you can separate from my father, okay?"
Jiang Xun said nothing.
Ling Chen gritted his teeth and said humbly: "Please."
The phone suddenly beeped and was hung up.
The author has something to say: A few seconds later, Ling Chen received a text message from Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun: I just recorded it and sent it to your dad.
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Jiang Xun: Husband, your good son asked me to separate from you
Lingkong Leng: What did you say
Jiang Xun: I said, how can any son persuade his parents to divorce.