Chapter 94 (1/2)

Zhong Jingmo still remembers that the first time he met Xiang Chaojue was when his father took him to the party.

Although Xiangjia and Zhongjia are close friends, it is the first time for them to meet xiangchaojue, the two seven year old children.

The young Xiang Chaojue is very intelligent. Although he is young, he can do his best. He has always been the focus of the party. Zhong Jingmo only has the respect.

At that time, Xiang Chaojue had a happy family. His successful father loved him very much. As a pianist, his mother held him in the palm of her hand and did not allow him to be wronged.

At the first meeting, Zhong Jingmo had no chance to talk to Xiang Chaojue. It was a chance that they could really talk face to face. He was entrusted by his parents to live in Xiang's mansion.

At that time, they were 14 years old.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in the courtyard. Xiang Chaojue sits under the tree and looks at the book attentively.

He has grown from a young child to a handsome young man.

Zhong Jingmo grabbed the door frame, stood at the door and looked at him, until he looked up at Chaojue, ”you are Zhong Jingmo, I have seen you.”

Zhong Jingmo was overjoyed. He walked over with a smile. ”You remember we met when we were seven years old, but you were surrounded at that time. I had no chance to chat with you at all.”

As a result, Gu luanqing couldn't help interrupting Zhong Jingmo and joking, ”you've been talking a lot since then.”

”You don't know if it's amiable. Don't interrupt.” Zhong Jingmo argues for himself in a hurry, and is dissatisfied with her interrupting his story.

Gu luanqing waved his hand, ”OK, my fault, you continue to say.”

Zhong Jingmo glanced at her and then said, ”it's useless for me to have a warm attitude. He's still so cold, as if he was born with that kind of cool personality. I once felt angry for this. I thought he had everything, but he was still so horizontal. Later I knew that I was too young.”

Xiang Chaojue is indeed a young master born with a golden spoon. He has a cold nature and is polite to people. He has no other feelings because he is tired of catering to people.

Zhong Jingmo's appearance was an accident. Like a dog skin plaster, he stuck to Xiang Chaojue all the time. They slept and ate together, went to school together, and became friends.

Xiang's home is very spacious. Except for the housekeeper or servant, Xiang Chaojue's father is busy and can only come back occasionally. Although his mother is often at home, she spends most of her time in the music room to rehearse new concerts.

Zhong Jingmo doesn't think it's anything. It's too common in the rich circle. Xiang Chaojue is used to this kind of life.

But it's a lie not to be lonely.

When he was enjoying the cherry blossoms in the courtyard, he occasionally revealed to Zhong Jingmo that ”human relationships are short and fragile, just like the cherry blossoms, when April is over and the flowers are gone.”

”Young writers and artists are so sad that you should not worry about the new words in Fu.” Zhong Jingmo half disdained, half joked.

Xiang Chaojue is not angry. He smile, ”but I have our friendship or confidence, I have a hunch.”

”Absolutely Zhong Jingmo smiles and puts it on his shoulder.

Where he thought of it, he didn't say it to Chao Jue for a moment.

It was an evening in late April when Zhong Jingmo came back alone. Seeing that the house was quiet, he felt strange, so he went to the kitchen and asked a servant, ”what's the matter? What about Xiang Chaojue? I didn't see him at school when I came back. ”

”The young master is in the yard. Don't disturb him. His wife is quarreling with his husband in the study. The old man is very angry, so he went out to relax.”

Zhong Jingmo was surprised, ”uncle is back? Didn't he say he would go home in June? ”

”It was his wife who asked him to come back. She suspected that there was someone outside and called him back for questioning.”

Zhong Jingmo still wanted to ask, but the servant didn't want to reveal more, so he had to give up.

When he went upstairs, he and Xiang Chaojue's room passed the study. The door of the study was open, and there was a fierce quarrel from inside.

Zhong Jingmo admits that he didn't restrain his curiosity for a moment, so he would stand at the door and eavesdrop.

As the servant said, Xiang's mother suspected that Xiang was cheating on him.

”You say you are busy. You have time to have a candlelight dinner with your secretary. You don't have time to come back to see me and Chaojue. You have time to send your secretary home. You don't have time to take Chaojue to the summer camp. What are you busy about? Ah, tell me Xiang's wife, who always shows herself as a gentle lady, now quarrels with him just like a resentful wife.

Zhong Jingmo secretly looks into the room through the crack of the door. He still remembers that he can only see his wife Xiang from his angle. She is wearing a silk and dark green sleeveless dress, with luxurious high heels and brown hair curling around her neck. She is noble and gorgeous, which reminds people that she is also so elegant on stage.

However, at this moment, her facial expression was extremely ferocious, her eyes were staring big, and the blue veins on her forehead even floated up, which was quite shocking.

Zhong Jingmo didn't know what Xiang Chaojue would do if he saw this picture. He was shocked enough just to see it once.

Xiang is also very emotional. He has no reason to argue for himself, ”she's my subordinate. I'll take care of her. What's the matter? You think everyone is as successful as you are, and there is a special person to serve you wherever you want to eat. I think you are idle and crazy to have such a ridiculous idea. ”

His words fell, and his tears also fell to his wife. Her heart was not willing. In her anger, her self-esteem began to collapse. ”You said that to other women, your wife... Your conscience was eaten by the dog!”