spring bite mark

Chapter 130 The Same Face

Luxury cars are gradually entering the area of ​​No. 1 Mansion.

Jiang Manman's heavy mood eased slightly. Years of past events, buried deep in her heart, were suddenly brought to light today. At this moment, she desperately needed a quiet environment to adjust her disheveled and painful emotions.

Her almond-shaped eyes were unfocused as she calmly watched the familiar villa come into view.

Then, he paused for a moment, slightly taken aback.

The familiar bodyguards at Villa No. 2 stood leisurely at their front gate, smoking, while the bodyguards at Villa No. 1 thoughtfully offered up their lounge table, laden with watermelon, grapes, and tea, warmly inviting them to come and eat.

The atmosphere was almost too harmonious.

That harmony, however, suddenly turned into chaos upon seeing Jiang Manman's car.

Those who were smoking quickly put out their cigarettes and stood straight. Those preparing fruit and tea hurriedly carried the table along with it into the lounge. Then, they all stood at the main entrance and bowed respectfully to Jiang Manman's car.
"Hello, madam."

Jiang Manman got out of the car and glanced at the two bodyguards.

She noticed a faint hint of nervousness in him.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Manman asked the bodyguards at Villa No. 2.

The bodyguards at Villa No. 2 exchanged glances and chose to remain silent.

Jiang Manman then looked at her bodyguard.

The bodyguard at Villa No. 1 forced himself to speak: "It's like this, the young master next door had nothing to do and heard that Madam's garden has many rare species, so he suggested coming over for a stroll—Chairman Yan knows about this."

Jiang Manman hummed in agreement: "Yan Yu? I didn't see him at the birthday banquet. Oh, he didn't go..."

"Yes, he didn't know you were back early. Please allow us to go in and bring my young master out now, so as not to disturb you," the head of the bodyguards at Villa No. 2 said solemnly.

Jiang Manman pondered, "No need. I quite like Yan Yu too. Let him play a little longer. When Yan Changye comes back tonight, I'll personally take him home. Anyway, we live next door, so it's very convenient."

The bodyguards at Villa No. 2 fell silent again.

Jiang Manman pushed open the door and entered.

When Yan Changye left in the morning, he gave everyone the day off, leaving only bodyguards to guard the gate. Inside the villa, there was no one in sight, and it was extremely quiet. This provided the perfect environment for Jiang Manman to lick her wounds alone at this moment.

She took a deep breath, and as soon as she entered the gate, she closed the door behind her and walked into the villa alone.

Only after her figure disappeared at the gate did the bodyguard of Villa No. 1 quickly pick up his phone and whisper to the head of the bodyguards at Villa No. 2:

"I'll call Chairman Yan to report this. You should also contact your young master as soon as possible and see what to do."

"We can't get in touch with them." The bodyguard at Villa No. 2 said helplessly, "I just tried secretly, but no one answered."

Bodyguard of Villa No. 1: "..."

Jiang Manman had no idea what the bodyguards at the door were going through.

She walked lightly through the flower-filled garden, pushed open the inner door of the villa, and immediately noticed the difference between the villa and the ones she had seen before—

The sketches she had casually tossed on the sofa that morning were now neatly folded and sorted according to their completeness. Some of the discarded drafts bore traces of correction; the flowing lines and bold colors transformed them into charming traditional Chinese paintings, quite interesting indeed. However, it was clear that the villa's servants and butler lacked the skill to organize and revise such works. In the corner of the living room, on her easel, lay a landscape painting, still wet with paint, depicting the vibrant Juliet roses outside the window, rendered with bold strokes and lifelike detail.

Jiang Manman went upstairs and arrived at the study.

The study was shared by her and Yan Changye.

Yan Changye, that man, clearly had empty rooms in the villa that could be used as a study, but he insisted on sharing one with her. He didn't care whether it would leak company secrets. When the two of them worked together in the study, he was completely unguarded about even the most important projects. He didn't even shy away from video conferences. He would even chat with his beloved wife gently and occasionally in front of hundreds of senior executives in the Yan Group's online conference room.

The spacious study is divided into two parts: one half is a design area with a strong traditional Chinese style, and the other half is full of business documents and various business books.

Jiang Manman discovered that her materials in the design area had been looked through, but the person who looked through them was very conscientious. Besides thoughtfully inserting bookmarks, they hadn't even changed the exact place where the materials were put back. Moreover, her work area was impeccably clean; the white jade vase on her desk, which cost hundreds of thousands, held vibrant roses and irises, as fresh as if they had just been picked from a garden…

In contrast, Yan Changye's work area seemed rather perfunctory.

On the messy desk, an important document was stained with paint, the bookshelf that had been overturned was not put back in place, and Yan Changye's favorite antique pen holder lay crookedly on the edge of the desk, next to Yan Changye's overturned water glass.

Jiang Manman picked up the pen holder and cup, somewhat puzzled by Yan Yu's obvious differential treatment.

She moved quietly and searched several rooms, but couldn't find Yan Yu.

Just when she thought the child might have left, she found a pair of cute children's slippers at the bedroom door.

Jiang Manman hesitated for a moment before pushing open the bedroom door.

The master bedroom is extremely large, with a thin air conditioning quilt slightly arched on the extra-large, soft bed.

On the bedside table, a children's phone, the same model as Xie Jian's, seemed to be in silent mode, but it kept lighting up frequently and stubbornly. Jiang Manman glanced at it and saw that the caller ID was 'Bodyguard 1'.

She bent down to pick up her phone, answered the call, and said in a very low voice, "He's asleep, don't worry, I'm here."

The bodyguard, who was just a moment ago relieved that he had finally gotten through on his tenth call: "..."

Jiang Manman hung up the phone and then looked at the large bed.

The little child lay quietly in the quilt, sleeping in the same spot where Jiang Manman had slept the night before.

He curled up slightly, his shallow breathing clearly audible in the quiet room, his soft, white feet sticking out from under the covers, looking incredibly adorable.

Jiang Manman stared at his feet for several moments before gently pulling up the blanket to cover his small, artistic feet.

Only then could he calmly look at the child's face.

Today, the pimples on my face should have gone away, right?

Thinking this, Jiang Manman pulled the blanket down slightly, revealing half of her cute little face.

Her eyes were closed, and she was sleeping soundly. Her nose was delicate, and it looked somewhat familiar. But when her thin, pink lips were also revealed to Jiang Manman, Jiang Manman was suddenly stunned.

She stared blankly at that small face that was clearly unfamiliar yet whose features were strangely familiar to her, her mind going blank for a moment.

Is this what they call a banquet?
Does he... have a face exactly like Yan Changye's?

(End of this chapter)