Regretful Beijing Marriage

No, there's someone!

Jiang Yining was suddenly struck by a sudden thought.

But drowsiness enveloped her, causing her to plummet downwards.

She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

In a hazy state, someone gently patted her shoulder.

The force was extremely light, carrying a soothing connotation.

An overwhelming sense of drowsiness swept over me.

Jiang Yining didn't have time to investigate further before falling into a deep sleep again.

Before dawn, Jiang Yining was woken up by her phone.

She groggily reached for the bedside table, but the alarm stopped abruptly.

She half-opened her eyes, and a sliver of grayish-white light peeked in through the gap in the curtains.

It wasn't fully light yet.

There was some rustling or movement around me.

Like a person putting on clothes.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then heard a deep voice.

"It's still early, go to sleep."

The sound had a hypnotic effect.

Jiang Yining turned over and fell asleep again.

I woke up again to the sound of the alarm clock.

Jiang Yining reached out and pressed down, her mind still foggy when she sat up.

I glanced at the time.

It was almost half an hour later than usual.

Someone turned off her previous alarm.

Jiang Yining regained consciousness.

She had never slept this late before.

The back injury didn't hurt as much after Wen Junshan treated it again.

He was sleeping very soundly and deeply.

Could that be the reason?

These past few days I've felt like someone's been passing by at night.

Jiang Yining couldn't understand it, but her hand touched the bedding beside her.

The lingering warmth was particularly noticeable.

It wasn't the warmth that came from the bedding itself.

It's the temperature that the human body retains over a long period of time!

Jiang Yining's eyes suddenly turned cold.

She turned her head sharply to look at the sofa, where the pillow and thin blanket that Fu Huaiyan had used last night had completely disappeared.

The empty sofa was cold and bare, showing no signs of anyone having stayed overnight.

The warmth beside the bed felt real and unmistakable, not an illusion.

Jiang Yining's face darkened.

She stood up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs, walking faster than usual.

The old lady was sitting at the dining table in the living room, drinking porridge.

Sitting opposite him was Fu Huaiyan, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, the cuffs neatly buttoned up, showing no signs of anything amiss.

Fu Jiayu sat next to him, munching on a steamed bun.

I saw her come down and called out "Mom".

Her voice was lower than it had been a few days ago, and she sounded a little timid.

Jiang Yining didn't look at him; her gaze fell on Fu Huaiyan.

Fu Huaiyan also raised his head.

Their eyes met, and there were some emotions that Jiang Yining couldn't understand.

The old lady seemed oblivious to the undercurrents between the two.

She put down her spoon and wiped her mouth.

"I personally took Jiayu to school today."

As she finished speaking, she glanced at Jiang Yining with a nonchalant look.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Jiang Yining looked away and returned to normal.

"It's fine, thank you for your concern, Grandma."

The old lady nodded in satisfaction, got up, and led Fu Jiayu straight out the door.

The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat tense.

Jiang Yining frowned as she looked at Fu Huaiyan, but couldn't help speaking up.

"You yesterday..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old lady's stern warning came from outside the door.

"Fu Huaiyan, remember this: if you're just going to come home to give us a perfunctory response from now on, then there's no need for you to come back at all."

"Go wherever you want, no one's forcing you."

"Don't think I don't know you sneaked out. What do you think you're doing?!"

Fu Huaiyan turned to the side and lowered his eyes.

"Grandma is right."

Jiang Yining's heart settled down.

It turns out he went out in the middle of the night.

That's true. Given Shen Tian's situation, Fu Huaiyan couldn't possibly let go of him.

It's good that we didn't sleep together.

Otherwise, she would be too nauseous to sleep for the next few days.

Fu Huaiyan stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and walked out.

He paused half a step as he passed by Jiang Yining and turned his head to look at her.

"What's up?"

Jiang Yining regained her composure, her expression distant.

"It's okay, there are still 3 days left."

After saying that, she picked up her car keys and went out.

The gaze behind her followed her to the corner of the entrance hall before withdrawing.

Upon arriving at the clinic, Jiang Yining immediately got to work.

Just then, Qin Yi called, his tone very formal.

"Madam, the transfer procedures for Qinyuan Villa have been completed, and the property has been fully transferred to your name. You can move in at any time."

He paused, then added a reminder.

"By the way, Madam, there's a banquet tonight..."

Jiang Yining assumed that Qin Yi was trying to warn her again.

He hung up the phone before the other person could finish speaking.

She has a lot to do and doesn't have time to listen to this nonsense.

When she wasn't busy in the afternoon, Jiang Yining drove to Qinyuan.

When the car stopped in front of the villa, she got out and stood outside the yard for a while.

Roses have climbed halfway up the blue brick wall.

The paint on the iron gate was freshly applied.

The address is Qinyuan No. 7.

The number 7 really seems to be inextricably linked to her.

Jiang Yining pushed open the iron gate and went inside.

The courtyard is paved with bluestone slabs, and there is a magnolia tree in the corner, its leaves glossy green in this season.

The living room's floor-to-ceiling windows face the backyard.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the entire room.

Jiang Yining felt a slight pang of sadness.

If my mother had lived in such a comfortable place when she was alive, perhaps her condition would have improved.

Unfortunately, life is unpredictable.

Mom still didn't get to enjoy such a beautiful view.

Jiang Yining suppressed the bitterness in her heart.

She walked to the backyard and stood still.

The open space was large, with a semi-circular flower bed along the wall. The soil was freshly turned, waiting to be planted.

My mother's favorite flower is the rose.

Red, pink, yellow—we need to plant a little of every color.

My mother always says that one should live as brightly as a flower.

But my mother never lived in a courtyard like this in her entire life.

She could only breathe her last through the text messages and phone calls from the mistress.

When my mother had a miscarriage, the red rose bush in the rented room, which she had been growing for two years, had just bloomed completely.

But ever since then, my mother has never left the hospital.

When she returned, the flowers had withered.

Jiang Yining squatted down by the flowerbed and rubbed the soil with her fingertip.

She will plant the roses.

Jiang Yining let out a breath and stood up to calm herself down.

She pushed open the door and went out, taking a walk along the path outside.

The landscaping in Qinyuan Garden is exceptionally good.

The environment here made her not want to leave.

Jiang Yining was standing by the lake, lost in thought, when a dignified old lady passed by and sized her up several times.

"Is this young lady new to the area? She looks so young."

Jiang Yining nodded.

"Yes, I just arrived today."

The old lady clicked her tongue twice, her eyes revealing her disdain.

"You young people better stay put and don't cause trouble."

"That lunatic who moved in before, relying on the Fu family's protection, caused trouble all day long."

"Who would want to live in such an environment and be cheated by their neighbors?"

After saying that, the old lady didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Jiang Yining remained silent.

It's obvious without even thinking that the crazy woman is Shen Miaoyin.

But none of this concerns her.

After looking around for a while, Jiang Yining prepared to leave.

I had only taken two steps when a crowd suddenly gathered at the intersection ahead.

A group of security guards were frantically making phone calls.

There were some people around.

Jiang Yining sensed something was wrong and unconsciously took two steps forward.

Just then, the old woman from before stopped her.

"I advise you not to go and join in the fun. This is a hot potato. Mind your own business, or you'll get yourself into trouble."

Jiang Yining stopped in her tracks.

Right.

Qinyuan is a high-end residential community.

Interfering without proper guidance can easily lead to trouble.

The less trouble, the better.

Jiang Yining turned to leave, but her gaze pierced through the gaps in the crowd.

When she saw the person on the ground, her body suddenly stiffened.

It's Chung Yi!

Almost instinctively, Jiang Yining walked over.

Zhong Yi's face was deathly pale, and her lips were dry, cracked, and purple.

He covered his chest with his hands and curled up.

Three or four security guards stood nearby, but none of them dared to touch it.

One of them was sweating profusely while talking on the phone.

"I've already called a car, it'll be here soon..."

Jiang Yining squatted down, and her hand was about to touch Zhong Yi's shoulder when she was stopped by the security guard.

"Who are you? Don't move!"

"I am a psychologist."

Jiang Yining didn't look up, but her fingers were already gently resting on the back of Zhong Yi's hand.

Zhong Yi suddenly opened her eyes.

Those unfocused eyes suddenly narrowed the moment they saw Jiang Yining's face.

The light in his pupils changed from lifeless to surging.

Her lips trembled, and her fingers gripped Jiang Yining's wrist tightly.

Jiang Yining squatted down in front of her, without pulling her hand away.

But a chill gradually settled over his eyes.

You know me.