Gong Chen quit smoking for Lin Zhiyi, and he didn’t have a lighter with him.
But watching the two of them vying with each other felt quite pointless.
They weren’t fighting over him as a person, but rather the benefits he brought.
They weren’t arguing about the worthlessness of her mother, but rather who hurt her less.
Gong Chen raised his hand towards Chen Jin.
Chen Jin understood him very well and immediately handed over a lighter and a cigarette.
The document began to burn in the sudden silence.
As the flames drew near, Gong Chen lit a cigarette.
Smoke rose, making his expression even harder to discern.
He hadn’t smoked for a long time, his throat slightly scratchy with a hint of bitterness.
Whoosh.
White mist shrouded his face as he raised his hand to throw the burning document to the ground.
The white mist dispersed, and he glanced towards Old Mr. Jiang.
"What does he mean by what he said?"
Old Mr. Jiang paused, did not answer, but instead pointed angrily at the ashes on the ground,
"Gong Chen! What are you doing? Don’t you care about Lin Zhiyi anymore?"
Gong Chen chuckled lightly, flicking the ash from his cigarette.
"Since I came looking for you, how could I not do anything?"
"You... what have you done?"
"Fu Shu and her child," Gong Chen replied.
"..."
Old Mr. Jiang clenched his fists.
His gaze instinctively turned to the entrance of the reception room.
...
On the other side.
Lin Zhiyi was eating the food brought by Fu Shu.
"Thank you," she said calmly.
Fu Shu was taken aback, "What did you say?"
Lin Zhiyi pointed to the food in front of her, "I didn’t expect you to remember that these are things Xingxing and I love to eat. Although I don’t know why you and your brother are taking such a big risk, I still want to advise you not to do something foolish."
Fu Shu let out a bitter laugh.
"It’s too late."
"How can it be too late?" Lin Zhiyi didn’t understand.
Fu Shu looked up.
"When I was little, my brother and I often couldn’t even eat enough, but as long as my mom was around, there was hope."
"But my father, who was addicted to gambling, stabbed my mother to death in a fit of rage over a few hundred yuan. At that time, my brother and I were hiding in the closet."
"After my father was arrested, my brother and I became burdens. For the sake of subsidies, my uncle’s family took us in and brought us to Jing City."
"But my aunt couldn’t tolerate us and went to great lengths to drive us away, until my uncle got tired and allowed my aunt’s behavior."
"We, as little kids, thought of calling the police, but it was dismissed as a family matter with just a verbal warning."
"So, my aunt continued to ostracize us even more, not giving us food and claiming everywhere that we were dishonest, stealing money from home, uncontrollable, making us become the ’bad kids’ in others’ eyes."
"In the end, I got sick, and they wanted to let me die from illness."
"My brother had no choice but to take me away, intending to send me to an orphanage and then beg on the streets himself."
"Coincidentally, that day, Jiang’s family was holding an event at the orphanage. After seeing us, Old Mr. Jiang took us in."
"To us, he is a lifesaver. How could we not listen to him?"
Fu Shu calmly finished speaking.
Lin Zhiyi sighed softly, "No wonder you are willing to listen to him and help Jiang Family have a child."
Mentioning the child, Fu Shu’s expression changed.
Lin Zhiyi, thinking she had brought up a painful memory, corrected herself, "I didn’t mean anything by it."
Fu Shu looked at her curiously, "I thought you would hate me."
"Hate only harms oneself. I have many things to do now, and I don’t want to waste time on such matters. I hope you won’t either."
Besides, if Fu Shu really wanted to act, she wouldn’t have waited until now.
This kidnapping must have been Old Mr. Jiang’s idea.
Perhaps her words touched Fu Shu.
Fu Shu leaned slightly towards Lin Zhiyi, supporting herself on the table.
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