Wang Yingjun was startled. Jiang Zhihao's answer was obviously not the one she particularly wanted to hear.
But she didn't show it, instead she said oh and said softly: "Congratulations then."
She stopped talking, just looked at the moon in the sky, and fell into deep thought again.
Jiang Zhihao did not disturb her again, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
Listening to the footsteps getting further and further away, Wang Yingjun lowered her head slightly and sighed.
What girl doesn't have a child? When she was young, she also hoped to marry a man who loves her and she loves her too, and live a happy married life.
But when she got married for the first time, she married a "dead ghost", which made Wang Yingjun have an inexplicable fear, or disgust, of marriage.
Over the years, she has closed her heart and, as Jiang Zhihao said, used strength to disguise her weakness.
But tonight, Jiang Zhihao's words completely tore her heart apart.
I haven't met my parents in five years. How can I not miss that place that I was so familiar with?
So her parents are really cold-blooded, do they plan to never know her again in this life?
No, it won't be like that.
What this man said was correct. They must be afraid that they would not forgive them for what they had done and would be embarrassed to meet them. Just like they were afraid of being disappointed by them again and did not dare to go back.
So, do you want to find a chance to go back?
Wang Yingjun hesitated slightly. She had thought about this idea many times, but she had never put it into action.
Thinking of Jiang Zhihao's soft voice and his calmness and confidence when he realized that the Hundred-year-old Autumn Mountain Picture was a fake, Wang Yingjun showed a faint smile.
Unfortunately, he already has a wife and children, and he is just an unlucky widow.
Jiang Zhihao returned to the room, thought for a moment, then found paper and pen and started writing.
This is a gift he wants to give to the Li family, which can help the Li family reduce the risk of collapse in the future.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yingjun heard slight footsteps again.
She didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably happy when she thought that the footsteps might come from someone.
Turning her head, Wang Yingjun asked: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
She thought it was Jiang Zhihao who had left and returned, but the next moment, she saw a familiar face. Before she could react, the man grinned at her, and then covered her face with a special square scarf.
On the nose.
Wang Yingjun struggled in panic, but after only a few seconds, she fell into coma.
This man picked up Wang Yingjun and walked to the room where Jiang Zhihao was.
He took out a wet wipe and covered his nose before opening the door.
In the room, Jiang Zhihao had also been stunned by him and was unconscious. This man carried Wang Yingjun to the bed. After some manipulations, he left the room with a strange smile.
Jiang Zhihao never thought that people would use such despicable means to harm others these days.
The next day, a burst of noise and a violent knock on the door woke him up.
Jiang Zhihao opened his eyes, and before he could get up to open the door, a scream came from beside him.