Ten Million, I Sold My Life Away - Chapter 13
I endured the meal with great torment.
Jiang Huaixu didn’t constantly appear before me, yet he permeated my life in every possible way.
More than once, I received items from him at the hotel front desk.
Tiffany and Van Cleef & Arpels jewelry bracelets, bouquets of special Corolla flowers costing thousands each.
Even for this project, he sent the best team to coordinate.
He assumed he was being good to me, making sacrifices for me, without considering whether I needed it.
Even someone as oblivious as Jiang Yao sensed something was off and probed me: “An’an, do you know President Jiang?”
“Don’t you think the way he looks at you is always… strange?” She struggled to find the words, “You don’t know, he always watches you, as if afraid you’ll disappear.”
“A few days ago, he even came to me specifically, asking about your life over the years, how you’ve been…”
I sighed, finally deciding to get Jiang Huaixu’s number and sent him a message.
[Let’s talk.]
On the day we met, the sunlight was beautiful.
He stood under the sycamore tree, sunlight pouring into his eyes, reflecting tiny specks of light.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“If it’s reconciliation, we have a lot to discuss.”
I stood with my hands in my pockets, a few steps away from him.
“Talk about your entanglement, it should-”
“An’an.” He interrupted me, “You don’t like the current me, then I’ll become the old me.”
“Look, it’s still the me you’re most familiar with.”
He opened his arms, wearing a very old sweater.
The stitching was crooked, the material cheap and coarse.
It was the sweater I bought with a week’s meal money when I first took him in.
I don’t know from which corner he dug it out.
“Jiang Huaixu, this is meaningless, we’re already over-”
“I don’t want to hear that.” He pressed his lips tightly, his face gaining a few degrees of transparency under the sunlight, pulling my hand to the side, “I still have something to show you, at least see it before saying these things.”
After days of futile arguments, the accumulated sense of helplessness finally turned into indignation at this moment.
I shook off his hand, my tone cold and distant, finishing the words that were interrupted earlier in one breath:
“Jiang Huaixu, I don’t want to be entangled with you anymore.”
“In the past, I saved you, and ended up being labeled as a scheming woman clinging to power, you let it be.”
“Now I just want to live my life peacefully, yet you chase after me like this, do you want me to bear the name of a mistress again?”
