C122 Who is the child (1/2)
Huan Jing raised his head and saw the shocked expression in Tang Gu Rui's eyes.
He frowned slightly. ”Why are you so shocked?”
Was he very surprised?
He really wanted to ask how much money Lu Wenzhen had given her back then, for her to leave without hesitation.
He also wanted to ask her, ”Five years have passed, has she regretted it?”
But in the end he did not ask.
To some extent, he felt that this was a little embarrassing.
… …. If a woman took a cheque and was willing to leave, she would leave without even giving him a look of nostalgia. Wasn't this a type of failure?
If his entire life could be said to have been smooth sailing for him, then Tang Meng Rui had undoubtedly given him an important strike, making him completely miserable when he turned around. Even Huan Family and his men would not be able to withstand a piece of paper that was floating in the air.
The astonishment in Tang Chu Rui's eyes lasted no more than three seconds. Soon, it turned into a chuckle.
”Did your brain get crushed just now?”
You're talking nonsense now?
Before Huan Jing could argue with his, his gaze fell on Tang Meng Rui's eyes and swallowed those words back into his stomach.
He wanted to ask too many questions, but every question was like a slap in the face, repeatedly emphasizing how he had failed.
As a man, he felt that this interrogation was enough.
He looked around the room and asked, ”How have you been these last few years?”
”Not much, just what you see.”
The room was a mess, with everything piled up in one place. Everywhere he looked, he saw cheap furniture, as if it were a makeshift house.
Huan Jing sat up, at the same time, Tang Meng Rui also sat up.
They sat cross-legged on the floor, like strangers meeting for the first time, looking at each other as if they had just met a new friend.
The people who were once familiar with each other now started to ask questions that seemed like they would only ask the first time they met.
”What do you do?”
Huan Jing asked.
Tang Chu Rui shrugged indifferently and said, ”Buyer.”
Purchase guide?
Huan Jing's eyes darkened, as if he was thinking about what kind of job shopping for it was. Tang Meng Rui had already expected his reaction, and smiled.
”A salesman,” she began. ”A young master like you probably doesn't understand human suffering, right?”
Huan Jing choked on her, and did not give up, and continued to ask.
”How long have you been here?”
Tang Xunrui: ”I've been changing places, but I don't know how long I've been living for.”
The conversation between the two wasn't light or heavy. After a while, Tang Muren looked at the balcony. ”Young Master Huan, shouldn't you go back?”
Huan Jing did not leave, and stayed in the room for a while.
He seemed to be reluctant to leave. Once he left, he would not know how to climb the balcony next time.
”I'm going to sleep.” ”No,” said Tang.
Huan Jing did not make a sound.
”It's late.” ”No,” said Tang.
Huan Jing did not make a sound.
”If you don't leave, I'll throw you off the balcony.” Tang pointed to the balcony outside.
Huan Jing did not make a sound.
In the end, Tang Gu Rui stood up and rolled up her sleeves, as though she was really going to make her move. Only then did Huan Jing stand up first and said: ”Then I'll go.”
Tang Gu Rui: ”…”
How good would it have been if you had done this earlier?
Huan Jing walked downstairs, and when he turned around, Tang Meng Rui was still standing in the cold night wind.
It was already late at night. The street lamps were extinguished one by one, leaving behind only one or two that still had a faint afterglow. The light was just reflected on Tang Chu Rui's hair.
The cool night wind blew her hair up in an arc in the wind.
This soft curve actually made him feel reluctant. He extended his hand, but his hand still fell from the sky.
From Tang Meng Rui's perspective, Huan Jing's face was as thin as ever.
The lean angle made people happy and they were unspeakably handsome.
Half of his face was hidden in the darkness while the other half was hidden under the halo of the lamplight. There was an endless meaning to his words, as if he had read it in a hundred different ways.
But Tang Gu Rui did not look at Huan Jing; she only looked at the window of her floor. The light there had already dimmed down, indicating that the pellet had obediently gone to sleep.
Seeing Tang Meng Rui's gaze sweeping towards the window, Huan Jing's eyelashes silently blinked.
”This child... Is it the man's? ”
When he turned around, Huan Jing asked calmly.
”You had that man's child before you married me?” he asked.