hen Xiujian ever be gentleYes!But absolutely not when it comes to her!The man put down the hair dryer and brushed her hair behind her ear. He didn't answer, only giving a quiet and gentle order: "Get...Several days later, one evening, Jian Tong and Shen Xiuqin talked about wanting to visit Jian's house.

"I'm going on a business trip these few days, when I come back, I'll take you out"

"How about Dream Sister accompanies me I'm about to be driven mad staying cooped up at home. Besides, I have nowhere else to go. Since Mr. and Mrs. Jian are truly sincere about making amends," she lowered her gaze, tidying his luggage for tomorrow's business trip, and spoke slowly, " ... Anyway, with Dream Sister around, I'm only going for a lunch."

She said so, Shen Xiujin glanced at her, his eyes softened a lot: "Well, then I'll call Su Meng. Let her accompany you tomorrow."

……

A night without dreams

The next day, Shen Xiujin went out. This time, he was going to England for a few days. Before leaving, he carefully instructed the people around him to take good care of Jian Tong.

Standing at the doorway, Jian Tong waved at the man. "Leave early and come back early," she said.

The two of them looked just like an ordinary couple. If someone didn't know the truth, they wouldn't have imagined the tangled history between them.

Shen Xiujin's eyes became softer and softer. As he got into the car, a gust of winter wind couldn't blow away the warmth in his heart.

Not until Shen Xiujin's car disappeared from sight did Su Meng pull Jian Tong over. "Let's go, no need to pretend anymore," she said.

Jian Tong was slightly surprised: "How did you know I was pretending"

Su Mo smiled and glanced at her, "I remember the first time we met, I asked you, why would someone so young be willing to work as a cleaner in Donghuang Do you remember your answer"

Of course… Remember.

"I said, if I could make money by selling myself, I'd be happy to welcome customers with open arms. Before coming here, I looked at myself and realized I didn't have the capital to sell my body, so I decided to sell my labor. I do what I can."

After she finished speaking, she fell silent.

Su Meng smiled faintly, patting Jian Tong's shoulder: "In your eyes, being docile and flattering Shen Xiujin, and meekly working as a cleaner, are essentially the same thing, aren't they To you, both are just a transaction, a deal."

Sumo suddenly leaned close to Jian Tong's ear, "If we're talking about being heartless, you really are. But I, and even others, don't have the right to judge you. Because someone who is forced to be emotionless, unable to feel anything, and has to be ruthless, the suffering they endure inside, only the person themselves knows. Without experiencing it, what right do we have to criticize you"

"With that, she chuckled and patted the stunned Jian Tong lightly: “Alright, we should be off.”

……

Jian's house was just fifty meters away. Jian Tong and Su Meng were sitting in the back of the car, with Shen Er driving.

When Shen Xiujin left, he took Shen Yi and the others with him, leaving only Shen Er for Jian Tong.

Shen Er and Shen Yi have somewhat different personalities. At least when interacting, Jian Tong rarely feels hostility from Shen Er, so she can relax a bit more.

"Don't be nervous." A warm hand covered the back of her hand, and only then did Jian Tong realize she was nervous because she was going back to "her own home where she had lived for over twenty years."

"I'm fine," he said with a stiff nod.

The car drove into Jian's gate and stopped at the entrance of Jian's mansion.

"I'm here." Before getting out of the car, Su Meng held onto Jian Tong's hand tightly, as if trying to transfer her courage from their intertwined palms to Jian Tong. She looked at Jian Tong very seriously before pushing the door open and getting out.

At the same time, Shen Er also got out of the car and was about to open the door for Jian Tong, but the door was pushed open from the inside.

"Why not go in" Su Meng asked.

Jian Tong looked up at the familiar building in front of her. Just like the moment she was captured that year, she was staring intently.

But before anyone in the house could greet her, a faint smirk played on her lips...How could she possibly believe the sweet talk of Jian Zendong, who claimed to be her biological father

She could not help but weakly admit, that because of that one sentence "Dad was wrong," although she knew it was false, she shed tears. Deep down in her heart, she longed for this sentence "Dad was wrong" to come from the heart.

"Let's go," he sighed.

They entered the Jian family's home. Mrs. Jian was overjoyed and took Jian Tong's hand, leading her to a quiet spot to have a private mother-daughter conversation.

"This, Miss Su, isn't she..." Su Meng followed Jian Tong into the room. Mrs. Jian looked at Su Meng with embarrassment, then at Jian Tong, implying that it wasn't convenient for Su Meng to come in further.

Jian Tong lowered her eyes: "Mengjie, it's been a long time since I've seen Madam Jian. There are some personal matters I want to discuss with her."

Su Meng followed Shen Xiujin, traveling far and wide. She had seen enough to understand the situation at a glance. With a flicker of understanding in her eyes, she quietly retreated from the room: “This morning, I got food poisoning and need to use the restroom. I somehow lost my way. Could I possibly use Mrs. Jian’s bathroom”

Mrs. Jian also understood, and immediately replied: “Miss Su, just walk down the stairs, and at the end is the restroom.”

Their eyes met, and neither could tell what the other was thinking.

Mrs. Jian wanted to slip away from Su Meng, and she definitely had something unusual to discuss with Jian Tong. Meanwhile, Su Meng feigned a stomachache and excused herself to the restroom... This was clearly a way to let them talk freely.

The door slammed shut, separating the three people inside and outside.

Su Meng took two steps, then turned her head back, staring at the closed door with a thoughtful expression. There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, and suddenly her toes turned ninety degrees. From the direction she was looking, it seemed like she had changed her mind and was about to knock on the door again.

But, in the blink of an eye, she stood motionless!

Gritting her teeth, the ninety-degree turn of her foot moved again, and she turned to walk towards the stairwell.

The sound of heels clicking on the obsidian tile floor, crisp and clear... yet heavy.

With every step she took, the hand hanging by her side would clench tighter and tighter... She knew that Su Meng was Shen Xiujin's person, and one of the reasons Shen Xiujin kept her by that foolish woman's side was to monitor her.

If she were cold enough, rational enough, right now she should knock on that door and pull Jian Tong out, preventing her from having any contact with Madam Jian.

She... Su Meng was ultimately not cold-blooded enough. She still thought about helping that fool.... Su Meng didn't know what Mrs. Jian and Jian Tong were saying in that small room, but she clearly understood the silly woman's attitude - Jian Tong came to the Jian family with a purpose.

"Where is Madam" Shen Er watched Su Meng go downstairs alone, a flash of light in his eyes. He asked, "How did you come down alone Didn't your master tell you to stay with Madam at all times"

"My stomach hurts." Su Meng pulled out a cigarette as she glanced at Shen Er. Her demeanor didn't match her words at all. With a nonchalant puff, she raised her eyelids and seductively curled the corner of her mouth:

"You've known her longer than I have, haven't you Shen Er... You don't trust me, just go knock on the door yourself."

As he spoke, he brushed past Shen Er and strode straight towards the washroom.

Shen Er stood in place, his resolute face flickering with uncertainty. Finally, he turned and chased after Su Meng: "Hurry up, once your stomach feels better, go comfort Madam."

Having entered the restroom, Su Meng, with a red lip that curled into a smile... She wasn't mistaken. Compared to Shen Yi, Shen Er didn't have any animosity towards Jian Tong, even sometimes looking at Jian Tong with eyes filled with tenderness.

The small room upstairs was silent after the door closed. When the door opened again, a woman stepped out. Her face was very pale, and she leaned against the door frame, her thin body shaking uncontrollably. Jin, how did she..." Qin Mumumu turned her face to Lao Jin behind Jian Tong.She was still a little slow on the uptake.Old Jin pushed her into the room, as if afraid of losing face: "Go inside, go ins...