A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess - Chapter 57

Because they were going to be separated the next day, Wen Yu and Jiang Yuhe stayed in the parking lot of Guannan Apartment for a long time this night.

Obviously, it only took more than a week, but for such a couple who just entered the emotional outbreak period, it is no less than a sudden removal of a part of their body.

too difficult.

Wen Yu directly called Dad that you have no heart.

Wen Yu has been pestering Jiang Yuhe in the car. Although this moment of separation is only a few days away, she still speaks a lot of coquettishly—

“miss me.”

“I’m not allowed to see other women.”

“If you dare to be the second Shen Mingjia, I will also find the second Jiang Yuhe as the older brother.”

Jiang Yuhe couldn’t help laughing when he heard this, “The second Jiang Yuhe?”

He paused, “Do you think there is a second person who can threaten me?”

Wen Yu: “…”

He was already at the top of the pyramid, and he really seemed to be funny when he said that.

Who could threaten him Jiang Yuhe? It would be better if he didn’t play other people to death.

Wen Yu pretended to be unhappy with a snort, don’t open his face, but listened to the man next to him slightly added: “You have this ability.”

Wen Yu: “…”

Turning around abruptly, his face full of pride couldn’t be suppressed, he blinked and reacted for a moment: “Are you confessing to me?”

Jiang Yuhe: “Confession?”

“You never said you liked me.”

“…”

Jiang Yuhe is indeed the kind of person who is too clear-headed and rational. He is a thorough activist. He doesn’t bother to express his feelings with his mouth. He cares more about how to make his loved one live what she wants than to talk about love. life.

She will make a vase, and he can support her for a lifetime.

If she wants to start a business, he will stand behind her and help her grow.

He will give as long as she wants.

Whatever.

Besides, he loves Wen Yu more than a word.

In fact, even Jiang Yuhe didn’t know why he fell in love with her so enthusiastically. Apart from the goodwill that grows from getting along with each other day by day, he always felt that in this relationship, just like Wen Yu’s understanding of cufflinks, there is a saying Unclear sense of fate.

It seems that she is destined to be her own.

“Forget it, I know you don’t like to talk about love.” Wen Yu saw that Jiang Yuhe didn’t say anything for a long time, and didn’t force him, so he comforted himself. “In fact, compared with those superficial confession, your sentence just now is cooler. , It’s just that women sometimes want to hear tacky things.”

Jiang Yuhe thought for a while, “For example?”

“For example?” Speaking of this Wen Yu, he was excited. She sat upright, posing as an overbearing president, and squinted her eyes:

“You grinning little fairy, what should I do with you.”

“Woman, you are playing with fire.”

“Woman, you caught my attention.”

“Damn, how could I fall in love with that woman!”

“Woman, sit up and move by yourself.”

Jiang Yuhe:?

Hearing the last sentence, he frowned and looked at Wen Yu with an inexplicable look.

Wen Yu learned these sorrows from You Xin. She said that she overturned the car, and she lifted her hair in an embarrassing manner, “Don’t you want me to give an example. These are the most basic sultry quotations from the boss, don’t worry about it. The scene, this is the taste, have you learned it?”

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Jiang Yuhe said, “I learned it.”

Wen Yu blinked and looked at him expectantly, “Then you say something I can listen to?”

Jiang Yuhe pressed the central control button, and Wen Yu’s car door was suddenly unlocked. He looked at her lightly, “Woman, get out of the car and go by yourself.”

? ? ?

Wen Yu: “…”

Someone Wen got off the car cursingly.

At nine o’clock the next morning, at Beijing International Airport, Wen Yu, Wen Qingyou, and Wen Yian embarked on a journey to the United States.

Wen Yu originally thought that Jiang Yuhe would not come, after all, the two people met last night, and he had his brother and father beside him.

But Jiang Yuhe still came.

When he arrived, Wen Yi’an went to the bathroom, only two brothers and sisters were there.

There were many passers-by, and Wen Yu was pleasantly surprised and happy. Putting on a mask and a hat, he threw on Jiang Yuhe, “Didn’t you let you not come?”

Jiang Yuhe gently caught her, although his face was still cold, but his eyes were full of petting.

He said: “I will come if I want.”

In public, Wen Yu hugged Jiang Yuhe hummingly, “I will be reluctant to leave when you come.”

Jiang Yuhe: “…”

Over there, it was hard to tell the enthusiasm, but Wen Qingyou stood alone, looking at this picture and couldn’t tell what it was like.

“Mr. Jiang is here to send Yuyu?”

Jiang Yuhe is completely black, his complexion is clear, and his tone is unexpectedly harmonious: “Not only to send Yuyu, but also to talk to you.”

Wen Qingyou smiled, “That really saves me face, thank you.”

“No need to.”

After a long pause, Jiang Yuhe calmly said: “She didn’t come because she had something to do. Let me tell it on her behalf. Good luck.”

There was less than a second of stagnation in Wen Qingyou’s eyes, and soon he was covered in the noise around him, “Help me thank her, and wish her well.”

Seeing the bee of a couple, Wen Yu’s mood is a bit complicated.

While talking, Wen Yi’an came out of the bathroom.

As soon as he saw Jiang Yuhe, he was like a big enemy. He thought he was here to grab Wen Yu, so he walked over vigilantly, “Why are you here?”

Jiang Yuhe nodded slightly, “I’ll come here to give you a gift. Uncle needn’t be so nervous.”

Wen Yi’an: “…”

Where am I nervous!

“Then I wish the three of you a safe journey.” Jiang Yuhe didn’t linger much, and turned around after speaking.

Wen Yu wanted to talk again, Wen Yi’an held her, “Stay away from him.”

Wen Yu was speechless, “Why do you take me to the United States? Wouldn’t it be good to take me to the Nunnery?”

Speaking of which, Wen Qingyou pulled up and walked to the front.

Wen Yi’an said that he couldn’t get her daughter, so he walked up and looked back at the back of Jiang Yuhe—

Although young, he is cold and calm, full of aura that people dare not violate.

When he first met this young man in a restaurant, he knew from Liu Zhengming that he was young and promising, his family was strong, and his appearance was indeed a talent.

At that time, Wen Yi’an admired him and thought this young man was capable.

But now the angle of view has suddenly become his prospective son-in-law, and Wen Yi’an’s angle is different.

What is completely different from Zhou Yue’s gentle and polite is that Jiang Yuhe’s aura is too strong, and his whole body exudes the kind of high-level person’s desire to control.

Such a man can cooperate in business and fall in love?

I’m afraid that the baby girl will only be marked.

Look at those marks on the legs that day, how cruel.

Wen Yi’an sighed while thinking, and shook his head again and again.

After more than ten hours of flight, the plane landed safely at JFK International Airport.

Wen Yu and Wen Yi’an came here. Wen Qingyou didn’t tell her mother. Wen Yu was always worried on the way. He didn’t know if he would be embarrassed after meeting with his mother, would he be at a loss, would he be speechless.

After all, more than ten years have passed in a flash. Things are different. Time can fade and change everything. The last memory of Wen Yu’s mother is the resolute appearance of her red eyes holding her brother’s hand and leaving in the car.

Wen Yu is scared, and has some feelings, it is better to miss each other than to see each other.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Wen Qingyou’s home in the United States.

In order to facilitate her mother to take care of her body quietly, Wen Qingyou did not buy a house in the bustling downtown Manhattan, but bought a quiet single-family villa in the suburbs.

After getting out of the car, Wen Qingyou walked in front and knocked on the door gently, “Mom, I’m back.”

A gentle voice soon came from inside, “Come on.”

Wen Yu’s heart was pounding with tension, repeating what he wanted to say after the door opened, with a smile on his face.

She didn’t know until the door was opened that these preparations were useless.

In one second, there is nothing left in my mind.

Song Zhixin wore thick gloves on his hands, as if he was doing baking. He smiled when he saw Wen Qingyou, and when he was about to speak, he saw two people standing behind his son.

Her expression stopped suddenly.

From a faint smile to an incredibly shocked slowly.

Her lips trembled, as if she was afraid of her own hallucinations, she watched and watched, and even pushed Wen Qingyou aside.

She stared at Wen Yu closely.

For a long, long time, tears have been wrapped in my eyes, but I can’t say a whole word.

Even Wen Yu’s name could not be called out.

It was only at this moment that Wen Yu realized that some people and some things would never be unfamiliar no matter how long time passed.

She stood here, seeing Song Zhixin’s first glance, the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for more than ten years burst out.

“Mom.” She called out the title easily, “It’s me.”

The sudden arrival of Wen Yu made Song Zhixin extremely pleasantly surprised. The daily ordinary life was given new colors and expectations. She hadn’t seen her daughter for more than ten years. In the hardest time, she thought about her daughter’s life like years every day. After those years, she never had the courage to go back.

“I saw you and your classmates walking together at the gate of No.6 Middle School. They grew up and looked beautiful, but I didn’t dare to come forward.” Song Zhixin said of his only experience of returning to China, “Mom followed you from a distance that day. See you and your classmates eat, chat, take pictures, and come home last.”

“Mom sat outside the door for a long time that day, watching the light in your room stay on until your dad came back in the middle of the night. Mom was thinking at the time if my Yuyu was afraid of being home alone.”

“If you were taken away, would you not be so lonely.”

“You will never want to see my mother again.”

The deeper the love, the more cowardly and hesitant in the face of reality.

Wen Yi’an also told Wen Yu: “Don’t blame your mother, I know she left you because she knows that going abroad is hard, she wants you to follow me, at least there is no need to worry about material things.”

On this point, Wen Qingyou had told Wen Yu when he returned to China that in the first few years, their mother and son had a very difficult life.

Only those who are truly in the dark understand the helplessness of a compelling choice.

Therefore, Wen Yu was relieved early on this matter, no more regrets, no more complaints.

Because after she returned to this strange home in the United States, she discovered that no matter how far or how long she was apart, there is always someone in this world who gently put her in her heart.

On the first night, Wen Yu slept on Song Zhixin’s bed, and the mother and daughter whispered long-lost whispers.

Song Zhixin showed Wen Yu his cell phone, which was full of Wen Yu’s photos, from being able to hug with one’s hands to looking at each other from a distance.

Like Wen Yu, she was looking forward to meeting again, but she was afraid of meeting again.

Fortunately, the mother and daughter finally crossed this more than ten-year gap, accepting the imperfect past and accepting each other in the present.

At night, lying in bed, Song Zhixin asked Wen Yu:

“I heard your brother say, do you have a boyfriend? How are you?”

Thinking of Jiang Yuhe, the sweetness in Wen Yu’s heart could not be restrained.

She laughed: “Okay, he is very good.”

“Let mom see what it looks like?”

Wen Yu pursed his lips. This time in New York, it is morning in China, Jiang Yuhe should get up.

“I’ll make a video call to him, mom, watch and don’t talk.”

“it is good.”

So Wen Yu dialed Jiang Yuhe’s video.

After ringing for a long time, they picked it up over there.

The man in the camera saw that he had just gotten up and was changing his clothes. He buttoned his shirt and asked Wen Yu: “Isn’t asleep yet?”

Wen Yu quietly moved the phone to Song Zhixin, pretending to be casual and said: “Quick sleep, I want to see you.”

Actually it should be—my mom wants to see you.

Jiang Yuhe replied: “Look where.”

Wen Yu:?

I haven’t realized what Jiang Yuhe meant. The man tied his tie calmly and peered towards the camera, his voice stained with ambiguous desires.

“Have you not seen everything.”

Wen Yu: “…”

! ! !

Wen Yu’s face flushed instantly, and he hung up the video in a hurry: “Look at you! Goodbye!”

Song Zhixin smiled, and said softly, “Why are you hanging up?”

Wen Yu was so embarrassed that his scalp was tingling, and tried to explain: “Mom, it’s not what you think, he was just kidding.”

Song Zhixin rubbed Wen Yu’s hair, “What’s so embarrassing about this, isn’t it the way young people fall in love.”

Wen Yu was stunned and looked at her, “Mom, don’t you feel embarrassed?”

Song Zhixin’s eyes curled softly, “It’s a happy thing for a woman to be loved. What’s the embarrassment? Mom supports you. This boy is nice and handsome than your brother. What is his job?”

The embarrassment of Wen Yu’s death in Wen Yi’an was completely recovered by Song Zhixin, and she finally understood how happy it is to have an enlightened mother.

Later in the second half of the night, Wen Yu told Song Zhixin the story of himself and Jiang Yuhe, and Song Zhixin sighed after hearing it for a long time:

“Mom wants to thank him for loving you so much.”

Wen Yu: “Then I will bring him to see you next time.”

Song Zhixin smiled, “Why don’t you go back to China to attend your wedding?”

Wen Yu was stunned, then buried her head in the quilt, showing her mother the shyness of her daughter, “What are you talking about, they didn’t say you want to marry me.”

“Then if he wants to marry, will you marry?”

“Me?” Wen Yu poked his head out of the quilt. He blushed and smiled without knowing what he was thinking. “Look at his performance.”

“How do you want others to behave?”

“At least there must be a romantic proposal first? Mom, you don’t know, his person is cold, and I haven’t even said that I like it until now.”

“Really?”

“Really, and he…”

…

The moonlit night is gentle, and there is soft laughter from time to time in the bedroom, warm and moving.

For the next two days, Wen Yu had been running jet lag, accompany Song Zhixin out for walks during the day, shopping, and at home learning how to bake at home, as well as some simple delicacies. Life is easy and comfortable.

On the 70th birthday of Fu Wenqing, at eleven o’clock in the evening, Wen Yu stayed up for the time and called Jiang Yuhe.

“Brother, is your house very lively now?”

Jiang Yuhe had just come out of the study and walked downstairs. Fu Wenqing had his 70th birthday. Although there was no extravagance, it was extremely grand to invite the hotel chef to host a buffet at home.

Many guests came, all of whom had been relatives and friends of the Jiang family for many years.

The excitement is excitement, but no matter how excitement is, it is just an ordinary day for Jiang Yuhe without anyone who wants to see.

Jiang Yuhe returned to Wenyu: “Why are you still up?”

Wen Yu said: “Give my grandma the phone, and I personally wish her a birthday before going to bed.”

“…”

Jiang Yuhe walked downstairs. Today was considered a family banquet. The guests were all familiar faces. He greeted them one by one, walked through the crowd to the birthday star Fu Wenqing, and handed her the phone: “Yuyu wants to talk to you.”

Fu Wenqing smiled when he heard it, and didn’t forget to say to the person next to him: “This is my half granddaughter. I couldn’t come after a business trip, so behave-hello, Yuyu?”

Wen Yu didn’t know what to say on the phone, so Fu Wenqing was very happy and laughed. Jiang Yuhe stood beside the old lady and waited, keeping his eyes on his mobile phone.

Suddenly, a familiar smell passed from the tip of his nose.

Soon, it disappeared again in a short time.

It seemed that the wind had hit here by accident and took it away.

Jiang Yuhe was stunned, as if he had been touched some kind of nerve, he subconsciously raised his eyes and looked out.

However, there are clearly many figures standing together in front of them, nothing special.

But Jiang Yuhe was awakened by the smell in an instant.

It’s that rosewood…

Haunted in his heart for a long time, obsessed with the taste for a long time.

Obscure like a yarn, invisible, intangible, but obsessively addictive.

How could it appear at home?

“Yu Hyuk?”

“Yu Hyuk?”

Fu Wenqing shouted several times before Jiang Yuhe recovered, “What?”

Fu Wenqing handed him the phone, “Xiaoyu is looking for you.”

Jiang Yuhe calmed down, took the phone in his hand, “Hey.”

Wen Yu deliberately scoffed over there, “What are you doing, grandma asked you to agree for a long time.”

“Nothing.” Hearing Wen Yu’s voice, Jiang Yuhe’s thoughts were completely mobilized.

To this day, maybe that smell can still attract his attention, but the difference is—

It’s hard to make waves anymore.

Now the person who can make his heart ups and downs at any time is on the other side of the phone.

Jiang Yuhe glanced at the time and told Wen Yu: “It’s almost eleven o’clock in the night, still not sleeping?”

“You kiss me before going to bed.”

“…” Jiang Yuhe lowered his voice: “There are many people around me.”

Wen Yu refused: “Then you go to a place where there are not many people.”

“…”

Helplessly, Jiang Yuhe walked through the living room, walked outside the door, found a quiet place in the garden, and kissed Wen Yu gently.

“Are you able to go to sleep now.”

Wen Yu couldn’t help smiling on the other side of the phone, “Brother is so sweet.”

Rarely, Jiang Yuhe was teased and pulled his lips, “How sweet.”

Wen Yu thought for a few seconds, “If you are in front of me now, I will definitely hold you in the sweet bite of two bites!”

Jiang Yuhe: “…”

As he said, the door was opened, and the twelfth aunt walked out from inside, “Master, the old lady let you in and say something on her behalf.”

“it is good.”

Wen Yu also heard what the twelfth aunt said to Jiang Yuhe on the phone: “Go ahead, I’ll hang up.”

Jiang Yuhe hummed, hung up the phone, and then passed the twelfth aunt: “Let’s go.”

“okay!”

Jiang Yuhe walked ahead, and the twelfth aunt respectfully followed behind him. The moment he passed by, Jiang Yuhe faintly felt something wrong.

He slowed down, paused, and suddenly turned to look at the twelfth aunt.

?

The twelfth aunt was embarrassed by him, thinking that the skirt she was wearing was a little bit sloppy, and explained: “Master, don’t look at me like that. Xiaoyu dressed me up.

Jiang Yuhe didn’t speak, but slowly approached.

Until, clearly smell her body.

Jiang Yuhe couldn’t believe it, but he had to admit that the fragrance really came from her.

He stared blankly at the housekeeper who had lived with him for more than ten years, and for a few seconds he even wondered absurdly-could it be her?

No, it’s impossible.

It’s impossible.

Jiang Yuhe quickly became sober, frowning and asked her: “Did you spray perfume?”

The twelfth aunt was embarrassed again, “Yes.”

“Bought it myself?”

“When, of course not.” The twelfth aunt blushed: “It was given to me by Xiaoyu, have you forgotten? She gave me a bottle of perfume when she left before, and I asked if you want it. Say no.”

“…”

After stagnating for a long time, Jiang Yuhe’s consciousness seemed to fall from a kind of illusory white light. He slowly asked in disbelief—

“You said, who gave you the perfume?”

The twelfth aunt repeated it again, her voice was very clear: “Yoyu!”

“…”

Jiang Yuhe’s world seemed to freeze at this moment.

The picture was silent, the crowd stopped talking, and all the voices became distant.

He stood there blankly, his thoughts seemed to have entered a certain black hole, and he sank inside, only to react to something as if he had first awakened from a dream.

The woman he loves is from Jiangcheng.

Jiang Yuhe didn’t say anything, turned around and went back to the study on the second floor.

He was eager to prove his guess. Although all these coincidences were unbelievable, when the familiar fragrance came again, Jiang Yuhe would rather believe that this was an instruction from heaven.

He entered the study, turned on the computer, and found the video of the Jiangcheng concert that Liu Tuan had sent him before.

Press quickly to play.

The picture quality was very good, Jiangcheng was warm and windy that night, and the night was blurred and moving under the lights and music.

Soon, Jiang Yuhe saw himself entering the venue, saw numerous flashing lights, saw Li Man, saw Director Chen, and saw many familiar faces.

I don’t know how long has passed,

In fact, it didn’t take long.

Just a few minutes.

But Jiang Yuhe felt that this was the longest road he had traveled.

In the video, a woman in a black velvet skirt raises a wine glass, with long curly hair slanting to one side, approaching him with a charming smile.

The wind was quiet that night, and the night was gentle.

Only she was so beautiful that she dimmed everything around her.

…Oh it’s you.