Yang Yahui's hand grasped her wrist tightly. Under Jian Anran's surprised gaze, Yang Yahui still refused to let go for a long time.
"You still want to speak for him now?" Jian Anran asked in disbelief.
"He pointed at his nose and slandered his head? Can you bear this?"
Yang Yahui's brows were furrowed. What Jian Anran didn't notice was that in just six months, a few white hairs had unknowingly climbed onto her temples.
In the past six months, under the double blow from the psychological and physical, the corners of her eyes have also had several ravines that she has never seen before.
Yang Yahui, who is in her forties, did not know that it was due to genes. She has always taken good care of herself. She is slightly younger among her peers. After the Chinese New Year, even her neighbors who came back to her hometown almost recognized her.
Not coming out.
Yang Yahui tried to refute: "I'm not..."
"It's not what?" Jian Anran was a little impatient.
Ever since she was a student, she would leave early and come back late every day, not to mention that she also had accommodation at school in middle and high school, so she didn’t actually spend a lot of time at home.
After returning home for a long time, she always thought that she was living in a happy and beautiful template family.
It wasn't until the summer vacation of my senior year in high school, that long summer vacation, that a typhoon suddenly hit just before the start of school. The official start of school was delayed by a full month at Luanda University that year.
At that time, her evaluation of her mother Yang Yahui was: "Ninja". At home, Yang Yahui not only had to endure her overbearing and disobedient young son, but also had to endure her husband who had nothing to wear but food to eat.
Jian Anran simply couldn't imagine the life of a housewife with 24/7 "service" like this. Even now, she can't help but feel a little ptsd every time she thinks about that time.
But she originally thought that Yang Yahui had finally started to wake up a little after going through so much.
"Not only are I burdened with debt, but my quality of life has also plummeted." Jian Anran stood up and looked around the room that stretched to the end. "Isn't it enough for you to see a person clearly?"
She asked coldly: "Don't you still have illusions about him?"
Yang Yahui hesitated: "No..."
She sighed, "What can you do now to scold Jian Shaobo? He is such a shameless person, and he does these things because he is not afraid of what others will think of him?"
Jian Anran didn't understand at all: "So?"
"You want to educate me about 'bearing peace for a while' again? I can't do it."
Yang Yahui let out a scream and sat down on the bed behind her, "You kid, you look so much like me before."
"You are so impatient every time you do things, and your whole body becomes ignited when someone just says something to you. I suffered a lot because of this when I was young. I was never taught this way, and you are still like this."
Just when Jian Anran was about to refute, she saw Yang Yahui stand up, walk to the kitchen and pour a glass of water. She specially brought a coaster and put the water glass on the coaster.
Yang Yahui began to say: "Think about it, he is such an arrogant person, and he has been looking down on my natal family for so many years."
"He doesn't want to interact with my relatives and friends from my mother's side. For so long, my relationship with them has been average, and I can't even speak to them..."
Jian Anran then asked aloud: "How much money have you borrowed from your relatives? Isn't this called a transaction?"
"You kid," Yang Yahui glanced angrily, "They say you are impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet. Why are you impatient?"
Seeing that Jian Anran had calmed down a little, sitting on the sofa angrily, with no intention of speaking again, Yang Yahui continued what she had just said:
"Didn't you realize that no one knows about these scandals now? Isn't it just the people from his old hometown?"
Yang Yahui rolled her eyes and said, "That's his hometown, not mine."
"He told me in a circle, aren't they all people who have nothing to do with me? When we got married, we only saw each other once a year at best. After the divorce, it is even less likely that I would associate with those people." p>
"If it weren't for Sister Li who likes to gossip about other people's affairs, the calls would come to my mobile phone. How could other people do such a thing?"
"Anyway, no matter what they say, I won't hear any bad news. It is Jian Shaobo who is embarrassed, not me." Yang Yahui looked at it openly this time, "Let them say whatever they want, I don't care at all.
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When she heard Yang Yahui's thoughts, Jian Anran's first reaction was a little surprised.
Yang Yahui used to be a person who was extremely internalized. Others may have forgotten a small thing, but she would pick it up to torture herself repeatedly.
Now that she can see so clearly, Jian Anran doesn't even know who the person sitting in front of her is. It's like the most familiar stranger. She has been away from home for less than half a year, and now she suddenly has feelings for Yang Yahui.
It feels like a three-day separation.
Until she walked out of the narrow corridor in the afternoon, Jian Anran felt like she had entered a different world.
The people living there seemed not to be his mother and brother, but from other dimensions, with only other people who looked the same as them.
"Ring, ring, ring—" On the bus, a cell phone alarm rang, which barely brought her out of her trance.
No one answered the phone for a long time. The eldest sister who was woken up next to her could not help but frown and said "tsk". Everyone looked back and forth, looking for the source of the sound.
It wasn't until the eldest sister pushed her with her elbow that Jian Anran realized: It turned out to be her phone number.
Nodding sheepishly to the people around her to apologize, she quickly took out her mobile phone from her bag.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Her tone was not very friendly.
The other party thought that he had provoked her inexplicably, and suddenly felt guilty: "I have something to discuss with you. Are you still at school today?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the big words "Saturday" on her watch. Jian Anran sighed softly, "I haven't finished checking the data on the manuscript that I'm going to submit for review. If you're in a hurry, the file is on my computer desktop. I'll probably
You can get to school in just over half an hour."
I wonder if Wen Siheng noticed the sigh from the receiver, "That's not it."
"The people submitting it for trial are not in a hurry, it's other matters."
Jian Anran was a little confused: "What other things happened recently?"
Wen Siheng hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking: "Private matters."
He added: "Your father just came to see me about your personal matters."
Hearing these words, Jian Anran immediately felt that something was wrong.
Jian Shaobo's recent several incidents are all mixed together with just the word "money".
The reason why he went to Wen Siheng was self-evident. Anyway, no matter what it was, it was something Jian Anran didn't want to see.