YXJ - 20

Lin Wangshu was startled by the noise. She got dressed and went to the bedroom door to take a look.

Outside the study, Xiao Lian was standing there, her face pale.

From inside, Dr. Zhao’s voice could be heard. “Jiang Yuan, hold him down. Don’t let him touch those shards.”

“You fucking let go of me, you bastard!”

Along with Jiang Congxian’s roar, something fell to the floor.

The sound was loud enough to disturb the neighbors.

Lin Wangshu thought that it was a good thing the houses here were all detached.

Otherwise, the neighbors would have called the police.

Xiao Lian saw her and came over with red eyes. “Sister Wangshu, what should we do?”

Her voice was trembling badly. She must have been scared.

Lin Wangshu put her arm around her shoulder and comforted her softly. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

The study door was ajar, not completely closed.

Jiang Congxian’s emotions were a bit extreme.

He was a fairly dignified person. No matter what happened on a normal day, he could always maintain a calm demeanor.

But now, it was as if Pandora’s box had been opened, and all the monsters inside had been released.

Xiao Lian finally couldn’t hold it in and started crying. “Mr. Jiang had an episode. He must be in so much pain right now. Whenever he has an episode, he hurts himself. The last time he had one, he swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. If Jiang Yuan hadn’t arrived in time, he might have... he might have...”

The inside finally seemed to have quieted down.

After a while, Jiang Yuan and Dr. Zhao came out, one after the other. Jiang Yuan’s face and hands were covered in injuries.

He must have been hurt by Jiang Congxian during the chaos just now.

Dr. Zhao said he would stitch him up, but he shook his head. “It’s just a flesh wound. It’s nothing.”

Lin Wangshu took a look. Some of the wounds were even deep enough to see the bone.

He must have been worried about Jiang Congxian, which was why he didn’t want to leave.

After a moment of hesitation, she parted her lips slightly and said softly, “You go and get your wounds stitched up. I’ll stay here.”

Jiang Yuan paused and looked down at her.

It was obvious that he was very skeptical of her words.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt him.”

She said, “I know what my situation is. Without him, I can’t live either.”

Time seemed to freeze. The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Jiang Yuan’s heavy eyes stared at her for a long time before he finally nodded.

Then, he held his injured arm and followed Dr. Zhao downstairs.

Although Xiao Lian was worried about Jiang Congxian, after witnessing the terrible scene that had just happened, she naturally didn’t dare to go in now.

But she still wanted to do something she could.

So she said to Lin Wangshu, “Sister Wangshu, if you need me for anything, just call me. I’ll be waiting downstairs, and I won’t go anywhere.”

She shook her head and smiled. “You should go get some rest. Don’t you have to get up early tomorrow?”

Jiang Congxian’s clothes had to be ironed every day. He woke up early, so Xiao Lian had to get up even earlier than him.

She was still a little worried.

Lin Wangshu persuaded her again before she finally agreed to leave.

After Xiao Lian left, she pushed open the study door and went in.

It was a mess inside. The computer screen was shattered, not to mention the porcelain shards all over the floor.

The bookshelves were also toppled over, and the neatly arranged books were all scattered on the floor.

There was no place to stand.

Jiang Congxian, who had just been injected with a sedative, was lying on the sofa with a blank stare.

He seemed to be looking at the ceiling, or maybe he wasn’t looking at anything at all.

His white shirt was stained with blood, giving it a bloody aesthetic.

A few of his collar buttons were undone, and you could even see his collarbones hidden in the shadows, as well as the contours of his muscles.

His skin was a cold white, like a vampire hiding in the night.

Even without speaking, just one look from him was enough to make you willingly expose your neck, waiting for him to take his fill.

He often smiled, either gently, softly, or with desire.

But Lin Wangshu knew those were all fake. They were all a disguise.

For some reason, she suddenly had a misconception.

It was as if the current Jiang Congxian was the real him.

Lifeless, gloomy, and hopeless.

His whole being, from the inside out, was rotten.

Like a withered flower, waiting for the moment it withers away.

Lin Wangshu picked up a book from the floor, put it back on the bookshelf, and tidied it up.

Then she walked over to Jiang Congxian.

She looked at the wound on his wrist.

It was only temporarily stopped from bleeding. Dr. Zhao must have planned to treat it after he fell asleep.

Lin Wangshu dragged a chair and sat down next to him, asking softly, “Does it hurt?”

He showed a rare reaction. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he only gave her a cold look.

He didn’t speak.

Lin Wangshu wasn’t surprised.

“Go to sleep. It’ll feel better after you fall asleep.”

He looked at her, and his deep eyes gradually became filled with hostility. “Are you pitying me?”

She was indeed pitying him.

She didn’t know what Jiang Congxian had been through, but the only thing she knew was that those experiences might be related to the people around her.

He seemed to have gotten the answer from her expression. He sneered, as if threatening and warning at the same time. “Lin Wangshu, mentally ill people don’t go to jail for murder. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Of course, she was afraid.

She was terrified. Even her hands were trembling.

Jiang Congxian was different from those who only talked big. There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Lin Wangshu’s eyelashes were slightly lowered. She looked at his injured arm. The sterile gauze was simply wrapped around it. Above it was a fresh needle mark.

He must have just been injected with a sedative.

His hand was much bigger than hers. It was long and pale, and his knuckles were well-defined.

It was as beautiful as a work of art.

His whole being was beautiful. Every part of him.

Without exception.

Even though Lin Wangshu occasionally felt hatred for him, she still had to admit it.

He was indeed the most, most, most handsome person she had ever seen.

The moment their palms touched, she could even feel that his fingertips were cold.

As if they had been drenched in rain on a cold winter night.

“Does it hurt?”

Her hand was too small to hold his.

He didn’t even have time to put away his sneer. He silently looked down at the soft, white palm in his hand.

Lin Wangshu thought he would disgustedly shake her off and coldly threaten her as usual.

He often told her to know her place and not to fantasize about things that didn’t belong to her.

She was obviously not worthy of being his girlfriend.

At most, she was a mistress to him, thanks to her pretty face.

Even after he got married in the future, he wouldn’t let her go.

So she thought he hated her touch and would definitely shake her off.

But he didn’t.

He just watched silently. His long, but not curled, eyelashes now completely concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He was like a wall without a single draft. He never showed his emotions.

Even now.

How could a person live such a tiring life?

Even his most genuine side had to be hidden away.

Lin Wangshu still hated him, but on top of that, there was also a little bit of pity.

The sedative seemed to be working. He was gradually falling asleep.

But his hand didn’t pull away.

He was unusually docile.

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After Dr. Zhao finished stitching up Jiang Yuan, he estimated that the medication had probably taken effect.

So he went upstairs with his medical kit.

The mess in the study had been mostly cleaned up. A woman in a white nightgown was bending down, picking up the books on the floor, and putting them back in place, one by one.

When she saw Dr. Zhao, she stood up and greeted him politely.

This wasn’t the first time Dr. Zhao had seen her, but the last time he saw her, she was far away.

He only caught a glimpse, so he couldn’t really tell what she looked like.

Seeing her up close now, she was indeed a stunning beauty with a refined charm.

He asked with a smile, “Were you scared?”

Lin Wangshu didn’t deny it and nodded. “A little.”

Dr. Zhao sat down and stitched up Jiang Congxian’s wound.

Because he had already been given a sedative, and he never used anesthesia for stitching anyway, Dr. Zhao only poured some iodine on his wound to disinfect it.

He sighed. “A lunatic isn’t born a lunatic. An abnormal person was once a normal person a long, long time ago.”

Lin Wangshu was stunned by his words for a moment.

Jiang Congxian was sleeping soundly. Even when the wound was being stitched up, he didn’t even frown.

Dr. Zhao packed up his things and stood up. “I’ll leave him to you.”

Lin Wangshu nodded. “I’ll see you out.”

He politely declined.

Before he left, he seemed a little worried. He turned around and instructed her again, “If he shows any unusual behavior, remember to contact me immediately.”

After saying that, he handed her a business card.

Psychiatrist, Zhao Liao.

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With Jiang Yuan’s help, Lin Wangshu helped Jiang Congxian back to his room.

She turned on the light, and the room was as bright as day.

The furniture and decorations were all cold in color, without a hint of warmth.

Jiang Congxian’s room was just like him, cold.

Lin Wangshu tucked him in and opened the window for some fresh air.

The second drawer of the desk was open.

She hesitated for a moment and walked over to take a look.

She didn’t have a habit of prying into other people’s privacy, but at this moment, it was as if something was tempting her.

She fully opened the drawer and saw various bottles and jars of medication inside.

Most of them were for mental illnesses.

Her hand suddenly stopped. Her eyes fell on a photo frame at the very back of the drawer.

A beautiful young woman was holding a little boy. Her smile was gentle.

The little boy’s eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Jiang Congxian’s.

The only difference was that the person in the photo was sunny and lovely.

Lin Wangshu’s hand trembled a few times, and she almost dropped the photo frame.

She seemed unable to stand and staggered a bit. Her legs felt weak.

She had seen the woman in the photo before.

When she was sorting through her father’s belongings, it was tucked inside his wallet.

Her father had always been a tall and strong figure in her heart. Although he was strict, he loved her dearly.

Even though she had already confirmed that he had indeed done things to hurt Jiang Congxian.

But she still made excuses for him in her heart.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding, or maybe Jiang Congxian had the wrong person.

Something in her heart suddenly collapsed.

Lin Wangshu leaned against the wall, distraught.

There was nothing more devastating than a child witnessing their beloved and respected father in such a sorry state.

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(Qiuqiu’s Meow)

Xiao Lian didn’t sleep well that night. She had nightmares and kept waking up.

Anyone who had witnessed that scene would be scared awake.

As a result, her eyes were swollen when she woke up the next morning.

She was so absent-minded while ironing the clothes that she accidentally burned Mr. Jiang’s tie.

Mr. Jiang’s belongings were all unique, high-end custom items. They were very expensive.

She was afraid that a year’s worth of her salary wouldn’t be enough to pay for it.

Aunt Wu smelled the burning smell and came in. “What’s wrong? I could smell it from a long way off.”

Xiao Lian’s face was bitter. She was still holding the burnt tie in her hand. “Aunt Wu, what should I do? I was zoning out for a moment and accidentally burned Mr. Jiang’s tie.”

Aunt Wu frowned and scolded her, telling her to be more careful next time.

Just as Lin Wangshu came downstairs, Xiao Lian put down the tie, hurried out, and asked her, “Sister Wangshu, is Mr. Jiang feeling better?”

Lin Wangshu’s eyes were just as swollen as hers. She probably didn’t get much sleep last night either.

“He’s fine. Don’t worry.”

Hearing this, Xiao Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Breakfast was on the table, but Lin Yue was still asleep.

Lin Wangshu asked the kitchen to warm up some porridge.

After all the commotion last night and the effects of the sedative, Jiang Congxian probably wouldn’t be able to get up this morning.

But as soon as she said that, there was a sound from the second floor.

The pajamas he was wearing were the ones she had asked Jiang Yuan to change for him yesterday.

The bloody shirt was thrown away.

Xiao Lian seemed surprised that he was up so early. She was stunned for a moment before going over and asking him, “Mr. Jiang, would you like porridge or toast?”

His voice was hoarse, his face was a little pale, and his tone was indifferent. “Whatever.”

Coming down from upstairs, he randomly pulled out a chair and sat down.

Lin Wangshu was looking down, focused on eating her porridge, chewing in small bites.

He watched her for a long time before suddenly asking in a cold voice, “Did you go through my drawer yesterday?”

She looked up guiltily. “Were you not asleep yesterday?”

“I was.”

Sedatives were more effective for him than sleeping pills.

“Then how did you...”

She seemed confused. How did you know I went through your drawer?

Did he have surveillance cameras in the room?

She only knew there were cameras in the living room. She didn’t expect there to be any in the bedroom as well.

This person was just too... perverted.

Her reaction, in Jiang Congxian’s eyes, was an admission of guilt.

His eyes became even colder. “Who told you to touch my things?”