Chapter 24 There is a kind of love called letting go
Jiang Yuezhou stared into Ye Beibei's eyes and said hoarsely: "Am I not the man you love with all your heart? Ye Beibei, this is your love, this is the way you love,
Wave your hands, forget about it, and marry someone else. Is this your love?"
Ye Beibei's face was pale and shiny in the dark night, like a small flower blooming in despair, with dewdrops on the flower. She smiled sadly and said: "My love cannot last forever."
There is no end to my love. It is impossible for my love to be entangled and indestructible. Jiang Yuezhou, I admit that I love you, I love you very much, but I live for love. The age when I was crazy about love has passed. Now I only
I live for my two children. Mo Yan is Liming Lang’s biological son. Mo Ting regards him as his biological father. He gets along very well with the two children. He and I grew up together, and he is also very kind to me.
Good; his mother has watched me grow up and is extremely kind and tolerant to me. In short, it is perfect for him and me to be together."
The burning light in Jiang Yuezhou's eyes dimmed. He lowered his eyes gently and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Ye Beibei, don't you have a heart? You only care about your own feelings. You only think about it."
Your child, what about me? Do you know how I came to be here in the past few years? Do you know what I have done for you? Do you care? He once did such things and alienated our husband and wife. You
You don't want to marry anyone else, but you want to marry him? No matter how he hurts you, you can forgive him, it's useless what I do..."
"No, no..." Ye Beibei couldn't bear seeing Jiang Yuezhou like this, his voice was choked, and tears flowed down quickly, "Don't cry, Beibei, don't be sad anymore, I won't
I'm embarrassing you." Jiang Yuezhou wiped away Ye Beibei's tears gently. Her eyes were painful, her face was pale, and she looked helpless. Her whole person was silent and depressed. Ye Beibei looked so pitiful, which made him unable to help.
She couldn't bear to force her anymore, and every tear she shed burned on her heart, causing deep pain.
Jiang Yuezhou looked at Ye Beibei and sighed deeply: "Beibei, have you heard a story? There was a child who accidentally got lost and was picked up by a woman from the village who led him and took him home as his own.
The child came to be raised. Later, the biological mother of the child came to find her. Both women said that the child was theirs, but the child was very young and could not speak or distinguish. So the two women went to the Yamen.
The county magistrate couldn't tell whose child the child belonged to, so he told them, "Go ahead and grab it. Whoever wins will be the child's mother." So one of the two women grabbed the child's hand, and the other pulled the child's foot.
They tried their best to grab it, but the child started crying in pain. Later, one of the women let go and said, "I won't grab it anymore. This child is not mine." While she was crying, the county magistrate said, "You are the child."
The biological mother, only the one who truly loved the child would not be willing to let him suffer, so she sentenced the child to his real mother and took him back."
Jiang Yuezhou let go of Ye Beibei's hand, his voice was like the cry of a lone bird, with an indescribable sadness: "Beibei, I respect your choice, I won't rob it, it's not that I can't rob Li Minglang, but
It's because I'm afraid of your pain, I'm afraid of your crying. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand that it's the one who loves you deeply who is willing to let go. Over the past few days, I have decided that you are mine, so I have tried every possible means to find you.
You are pursuing me again, and now I understand that if you marry him really from your heart, and marrying him can make you really happy and stop crying, I... I would rather let go." He
When he spoke, his eyes were sincere and sparkling with deep affection.
Seeing Jiang Yuezhou like this, Ye Beibei suddenly felt her heart hurt. It was the kind of pain that suddenly penetrated her chest and made her dare not breathe.
"Yuezhou!" She looked at Jiang Yuezhou's dim eyes, and her heart suddenly felt cold, as if she was rubbing the back of a sharp knife. She opened her mouth to explain something to him, but before she could speak, her body was
Li Minglang pulled him away and walked away.
"Why are you paying attention to him? Come with me!" Liming Lang was a little angry and pulled Ye Beibei towards his car. "Don't listen to his poetic nonsense. He can't beat me.
That’s why he made such a high-profile gesture of retreating in order to advance. Jiang Yuezhou is great at business, how could he not be great as a person? He is good at figuring out other people’s thoughts. He now calls retreating in order to advance. Only a silly kid like you can do that.
You will be moved to tears by him!"
Liming Lang stuffed Ye Beibei into his passenger seat and slammed the car door. As if he was afraid that Ye Beibei would escape while he was walking to the driver's seat, he also locked the door and walked towards the driver's seat.
As he walked up to his seat, he glanced sideways at Jiang Yuezhou. This man was really powerful. His impeccable concession and sadness were like an invisible net, quietly covering the heart of this little fool Ye Beibei again.
With a few extremely sad words, he stepped into the mud and consecrated himself to the position of the Saint of Love.
Liming Lang drove the car angrily. While feeling extremely depressed in his heart, he began to admire Jiang Yuezhou faintly.
The car started to move, and Ye Beibei looked through the car window at Jiang Yuezhou, who was standing alone in the night. He still looked domineering and noble, as if he could not be humiliated, but there seemed to be an indescribable sadness and desolation all over his body.
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Ye Beibei bit her lower lip, held her breath, turned her head, and looked at the road ahead. The water in her eyes made the whole world shake.
Seeing Liming Lang's car carrying Ye Beibei away, Jiang Yuezhou, who had always been proud, finally lowered his proud head and sighed in the dark night. Only then did he realize that his persistent pursuit these days had nothing to do with it.
It's just Ye Beibei's love for herself. If she really doesn't love herself anymore, she will be nothing to her, not even as good as Xiao Moting.
Jiang Yuezhou knew that in this age of fast food, it was easy to love someone, and it was also easy to forget someone. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Ye Beibei's love, but he just felt that love didn't seem to have any effect on Ye Beibei now, especially
It's his love.
Since Ye Beibei no longer cares about the love he gave her, there is no point in lingering on her anymore. He loves her and wants to give her a happy life, a happy and comfortable life. He doesn't want to see Ye Beibei cry anymore, let alone
Seeing her in trouble and pain, how could he be happy?
Therefore, Jiang Yuezhou really wanted to let go. There is a kind of love called letting go. As long as she is happy, he is willing.