My husband is a traitor

Chapter 169 Disappointment, Breakup

"Hehehehahahaha—"

Jiang Linlang suddenly raised her head to the sky and laughed lowly. At the end of the laugh, tears welled up from her eyes silently.

"It turns out that I only knew that human life is not worth mentioning in your eyes... But I never thought that I was so insignificant in your eyes... I am so proud of being favored, Prime Minister Rong has never given me a favor!" Her voice was cold Get up, close your eyes, squeeze the tears out of your eyes and open them, with disappointment and desertion in your eyes, "I am just a pet in your heart. No matter how nice I am to you, you won't care... a How can you understand how sad your pet's close friend is when she dies..."

As she spoke, she took a step forward, the last sentence was almost muttering to herself, with a bit of sadness and a bit of self-deprecating.

Looking at the straight back, the resolute back, Rong Jue was unable to speak for a moment.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to say that was not the case, but how could someone as proud as him ever explain it to others in a low voice?
Xiaoqiao plotted against him a few times, but he turned a blind eye, not because he wanted to wait for her to show her feet, but also because he wanted to pretend not to know within the controllable range...

But in the situation just now, he acted instinctively, what's wrong with him?

No, he, Rong Jue, can't be wrong.

"If you step out of this mansion, you will never come back!"

What she said made his heart ache with a needle, he gritted his teeth, his voice was gloomy and cold, and said word by word while staring at the back.

Oh, sure enough, his heart is so cold, she wants to warm it up, how is it possible?

Jiang Linlang laughed at herself, her voice was very soft, "Then I won't come back."

As he spoke, he hugged Xiaoqiao, lifted his foot, and stepped out of the yard.

"Jiang Linlang!" Rong Jue was so angry that his eyes were red, and he waved his hand furiously, shaking the tables and chairs behind him to pieces.

He was full of murderous aura, and told the hidden guards to bow their heads one by one, not daring to make a sound.

"Okay, okay, okay!" After saying three good words, Rong Jue flicked his sleeves and said coldly to the hidden guards, "From today on, don't care about that woman's life or death, don't follow her!"

An Si and An Wu were shocked when they heard the words, raised their eyes, and wanted to say something, but when they met Rong Jue's scarlet and angry eyes, they had to lower their heads, cupped their hands, and said with difficulty, "Yes..."

Does the master really want to break up with his wife?

An Yi gritted his teeth slightly, his downcast eyes were full of helplessness and bewilderment.

This time, Madam is so decisive, and Master said such hurtful words again, I'm afraid...

But Rong Jue gave the order, even if the secret guard wanted to keep up with Jiang Linlang, there was no way to covertly protect and follow her.

Jiang Linlang hugged the bloody little bridge and walked straight towards the gate.

On the way, I met a servant in the mansion, and everyone greeted them in amazement, but she dealt with them without expression or a word.

"Ma'am!" The butler rushed to the door after hearing the news, looking at Jiang Linlang who was about to step out of the house, his eyes were full of panic, he stretched out his arms and said, "Ma'am, you... my condolences—madam, don't care about you and your lord Don’t worry about any conflicts, this... This is Madam’s home, Madam can tell this old servant what to do, don’t leave without returning..."

The butler has served Rong Jue for so many years, so he knows Rong Jue's temperament.And Jiang Linlang has a good personality, and he likes this mistress even more from the bottom of his heart. Looking at the situation now, he knows that the two are at odds, and his wife, who has always been modest, this time...

The butler glanced at the little bridge Jiang Linlang was holding, and could not bear to sigh.

Jiang Linlang took that step, and the skirt slipped across the threshold and landed slowly.

She turned her back to the butler, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Thank you, butler, I need you to take care of me these days. The Prime Minister's Mansion is not my home..."

She has no home.

Jiang Linlang suddenly realized that she had no home.

She looked at the gray sky that looked like it was going to snow, and couldn't help sneering silently, God would really make fun of her.

"lady!"

Hearing Jiang Linlang's words, the housekeeper also had a look of astonishment, and then he twitched the corners of his lips in distress, but before he could say what he wanted to keep, Jiang Linlang had already turned around, hugged Xiaoqiao's body, and walked away.

"Hey!"

With a shake of his hand, the housekeeper frowned and looked sad.

All right, how did things get to this point?

The Jiang Family Mausoleum.

Jiang Linlang put Xiaoqiao's coffin into the grave she had dug, and covered the coffin with iron catalpa bit by bit.

"Xiaoqiao, I will bury you next to your parents." She straightened the tombstone and put it in place, gently stroked the words on it, she wanted to laugh, but she still shed tears, "Xiaoqiao... how I wish, It's just a dream... as long as I wake up, this nightmare will wake up...you stand by my bed and tell me...it's just a dream, it's okay, it's just a dream..."

Holding on to the tombstone, Jiang Linlang sat down slowly. The sky was dark and snow began to fall.

She cried and said to Xiaoqiao's tomb, "I know you're very unhappy...it's all my fault, if I can expose you and ask you why you are wrong ...you won't die either..."

"Don't worry, I will fulfill your last wish... Forgive me for giving you such a hasty funeral... Xiaoqiao, in the next life, find a good family, don't bear so much anymore..."

Jiang Linlang sniffed, took off the stopper from the wine jar, sprinkled half a jug of wine in front of Xiaoqiao's tomb, forced a forced smile, and spoke casually.

"Okay, when you see your parents, and my parents and younger brother, remember to convey it and say... Lin Lang misses them too..."

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes to her neck and into her clothes. Jiang Linlang raised her head, leaned against the tombstone, and poured down the remaining half of the jug of wine.

The wine was a bit strong, choking her so much that she coughed and burst into tears, but she kept drinking it without stopping.

In the end, he threw the wine jar and kowtowed to Xiaoqiao's tomb a few times, then got up on the ground with his hands on his hands, and walked unsteadily towards the way he had come.

Every step she took was staggering, and it was very difficult. She looked like she was drunk, but she seemed to be very sober, with clear eyes.

Raising her hand, the falling snowflakes were cool, and when it melted in her palm, she raised her hand and placed it near her mouth, gently sipping the cold snow water.

Bitter, even snow water is so bitter.

"Master... Do you want to..." On the mountainside not far away, the man in black looked at the shaky figure walking on the path, and couldn't help but worriedly asked the man in black, wearing a black mask and black gloves,

The man's only exposed eyes stared at Jiang Linlang's wobbly back without blinking, with complicated emotions flowing in his eyes, but he said hoarsely, "No need."

A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and then he covered them up.

You should grow up.

(End of this chapter)