Soul Patch

Chapter 81 You are not welcome

Jia Nan received an advance payment of 500,000 yuan from Curiosity Killed the Cat.

This world has truly gone mad; there are always people who want to kill others for various reasons.

He had just put down his phone when a strange ringtone sounded.

Jia Nan frowned as she looked at the phone numbers flashing on her phone.

This was the special ringtone he set for that old guy.

Why did he call himself?

Jia Nan answered the phone irritably, coldly saying, "Hello..."

"Jia Nan, I've arrived in M ​​City. Come pick me up at the airport!"

A deep, middle-aged man's voice came through the receiver.

Why did you come to M City?

Jia Nan's brows, which had been slightly furrowed just moments before, were now deeply furrowed.

He hung up the phone impatiently.

The strange ringtone sounded again; it was the same phone stubbornly flashing.

Jia Nan became a little angry, and her emotions suddenly became agitated:

"What exactly do you want? Didn't you say you'd never go back to M City?!"

"Jia Nan, isn't all this for you? I've invested in a company this time, and you can work for that group if you'd like."

Jia Nan's hand holding the phone began to sweat, enveloped by a deep sense of loneliness.

"Don't go!"

Jia Nan hung up the phone decisively.

I threw my phone on the bed, lay down, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, when his friends in the village threw stones at him and bullied him.

They called him the son of the living widow!

He's a wild child!

He cried and hid behind his brother, who protected him tightly each time.

On countless tearful nights, he longed for his father to return to their side.

Hold them in your arms and tell them not to be afraid, that their dad is here!

Never.

Never before!

The only thing he heard was,

Nan Nan, don't be afraid, your big brother is here!

……

Before she knew it, Jia Nan fell asleep with her head on a damp pillow.

A commotion at the bedroom door woke Jia Nan up.

It was Jia Lin who took a taxi from the airport to the villa.

Hearing someone ring the doorbell, An Ran opened the door suspiciously.

The villa has hardly ever had any guests, except for the barbecue party that Jia Nan arranged in advance last time.

At this time, no customers came to the door.

Upon entering, I saw a tall, middle-aged man standing outside, whose figure bore a striking resemblance to Jia Nan's brother.

"Hello...hello!"

An Ran timidly greeted the other person.

Where is Jia Nan?

A middle-aged man pushed open the door and barged in.

"Are you looking for Brother Jia Nan? You are...?"

Upon hearing this country girl call Jia Nan "brother," the newcomer couldn't help but give her a cold stare for a moment.

She must be the villa's maid; her own son's taste wouldn't be that bad.

"I am Jia Nan's father! Is he upstairs?"

As Jia Lin spoke, he headed straight for the second floor.

"Hello, Uncle Jia!"

Upon hearing the other person's identity, An Ran greeted him politely.

Jia Lin then went up to the second floor.

Which one?

Jia Lin turned to look at An Ran behind him.

"The second bedroom on the right."

An Ran pointed.

Jia Lin pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock in the bedroom, and an electronic sensor beep sounded.

"click"

The door opened.

An Ran looked at Jia Lin in surprise, as if he were the one who owned the villa!

"Is it just you and Jia Nan in this villa?"

Jia Lin pushed open the bedroom door and smelled only the scent of a young man, without a trace of a woman's perfume.

"Mmm," An Ran responded softly.

At this moment, Jia Nan heard the commotion at the door and got up to enter the dark room.

She stared coldly at the familiar yet unfamiliar person at the bedroom door.

"An Ran, you can go and get back to work!"

Jia Nan's voice was chillingly cold.

An Ran couldn't help but shudder, turned around, lowered her head, and ran downstairs.

Jia Lin reached out and groped along the wall, trying to turn on the light.

"Don't turn on the light! I don't want to see you."

"..."

Jia Lin didn't care about his son's attitude.

In the darkness, Jia Nan turned her head toward the bay window.

The windows and doors were open, and a draft lifted the gauze curtains in the bedroom, stirring up the heavy air.

As Jia Lin's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Jia Nan's figure and silhouette became visible.

His gaze was intense; after not seeing her for several years, Jia Nan had grown to look more and more like him!

"Son! Dad misses you!"

"...Just consider me dead!"

These words were spoken coldly and calmly, without any emotional fluctuation.

Having gone through so much, the Jia Nan who longed for her father's return as a child is long gone.

"..."

Jia Lin walked straight into the bedroom, came to Jia Nan's side, and hugged him tightly.

Jia Nan remained unmoved by all of this.

An awkward silence fell when the phone rang.

The ringtone was a bit shrill and arrogant, echoing jarringly in the silent villa.

Jia Lin took out his phone and glanced at it.

In the darkness, the brightly lit phone screen was dazzling.

Jia Nan glanced at the phone screen without making a sound.

It was a call from a woman identified as Qianqian.

Jia Lin hung up the phone.

But then the phone rang again...

"Jialin, you should go back to where you belong! You're not welcome here."

Jia Lin curled the corners of his mouth into an awkward smile, then turned and walked towards the door.

As he approached the door, he hesitated for a moment, then pulled a business card from his Boss shirt and tossed it onto the bed.

"Once you've figured it out, contact that person, and he'll arrange it for you."

After saying that, he strode away from the villa.

When Jia Lin saw An Ran downstairs, he glanced at An Ran, whose figure was as plump as a peach.

"Please take good care of Jia Nan for me. Contact me if anything happens."

After saying that, he took an envelope out of the pocket of his neatly creased trousers.

Those are bags that banks use specifically to hold money.

He handed it to An Ran, then took out a business card from a leather business card holder and placed it on the envelope.

An Ran watched silently as the refined and generous middle-aged man walked away.

She counted the money in the envelope; it was exactly ten thousand yuan.

He put the business card in the envelope as well, and placed it under her bed in her room along with the money.

She quietly crouched down at the top of the stairs and listened.

There was no sound from Jia Nan's room; it seemed she had locked herself in her bedroom again.

Poor people have their own troubles. Anran is short of money to build a house back home, and she has to give her mother her entire monthly salary.

She would also be pointed at in the forehead and scolded as a money-loser.

But the wealthy don't seem to be that happy either!

(End of this chapter)