CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: ONE MORE TIME AND MY LEGS WILL GIVE OUT

"Who are you?"

That day, a girl showed up at Jiang Jingming’s doorstep.

The girl looked at Sang Yu, surprised: "Who are you?"

Sang Yu didn’t answer, instead she looked at the girl: "I should be the one asking you that."

The girl’s clothing and appearance didn’t seem ordinary, her family background seemed good, but the feeling she gave wasn’t great.

Wei Qing frowned and said, "Isn’t this Brother Jiang’s home?"

"Who is this Brother Jiang you’re talking about?" Sang Yu asked in return.

"Jiang Jingming," Wei Qing replied.

"Oh, yes, this is Jiang Jingming’s home." Sang Yu nodded.

"Then who are you? How come you’re at Brother Jiang’s place?" Wei Qing looked at Sang Yu with displeasure.

Sang Yu looked at Wei Qing and said slowly, "If I can be here, who do you think I am?"

A guess flashed through Wei Qing’s mind, but she didn’t believe it.

"Where is Brother Jiang, I want to see Brother Jiang," Wei Qing said.

Sang Yu: "Your Brother Jiang is not home right now, if you want to see someone, go to the police station."

With that, Sang Yu slammed the door shut.

Wei Qing looked at the closed door, stomped her foot angrily.

She had managed to sneak out today with difficulty, but ended up not seeing Brother Jiang and encountering such a rude woman.

But, what exactly is the relationship between that woman and Brother Jiang?

Could Brother Jiang really be married?

No way, Brother Jiang wouldn’t suddenly get married.

Wei Qing decided to ask Wei Jin, no way she believed Jiang Jingming would suddenly get married.

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When Jiang Jingming came back at night, he noticed Sang Yu’s unusual behavior.

Today Sang Yu hadn’t come out to ask if he had eaten.

These past few days, because he was busy with that case, he always came back late.

Usually at this time, Sang Yu would come out of her room and ask if he had eaten.

But today he came home, and there was no noise from Sang Yu’s room.

Could she be sick?

Jiang Jingming was a bit worried, went upstairs and knocked on Sang Yu’s door.

After a moment, Sang Yu opened the door: "What?"

Jiang Jingming was taken aback, recalling what he had done today.

He had prepared breakfast for her in the morning, and watered the backyard plants before leaving.

He had called at noon since he hadn’t come home to eat, and also in the evening.

So what was wrong?

"What’s up?" Jiang Jingming asked.

It’s said that those who are favored feel fearless, perhaps sensing Jiang Jingming’s indulgence towards her.

It made her a bit spoiled.

"Today, a girl came looking for you."

Jiang Jingming asked skeptically, "A girl?"

Sang Yu was still holding her drawing pencil, fiddling with the cap absentmindedly.

"Yes, a pretty young girl, came right in saying she wanted to see Brother Jiang."

Actually, Sang Yu didn’t mean to be petty.

But thinking about what Jiang Jingming had told her before, and his behavior lately.

The appearance of that girl today and her intimate address to him made her feel uncomfortable.

Her heart felt like it had been stabbed with needles, the pain spreading.

Jiang Jingming was stunned at first, then a smile spread across his eyes.

He pressed his lips, his smile spilling from the corners.

Sang Yu heard the man’s laughter and looked at him displeased: "What are you laughing at?"

Could it be he knew who the girl was and was happy?

Sang Yu felt more upset, a bit angry.

Jiang Jingming saw Sang Yu’s expression now, big doe eyes accusing him, face clearly stating she was unhappy.

He clenched his fist against his lips, stifling laughter: "I’m not laughing."

Sang Yu glared at Jiang Jingming, but to him it was clearly a kind of playfulness.

The smile in his eyes became more apparent.

Sang Yu got angry, she pulled the door to shut it.

Jiang Jingming quickly reached to stop the door.

Since it’s open, don’t think about closing it.

"I’m happy," the man whispered.

Sang Yu’s tone was a bit displeased: "If you’re happy, go find her, I’m going to paint now, move your hand."

She raised her hand to move the man’s hand, but it was like an iron rod, unmoving.

Suddenly, the man’s hand relaxed, almost instantly wrapping around Sang Yu’s waist.

And Sang Yu stumbled right into his embrace.

He gazed at Sang Yu with tenderness, starlight flowing in his dark eyes, a clear smile on his lips.

"I’m happy that you’re upset."

Sang Yu raised her head, meeting those deep eyes.

The man continued: "You being like this, does it prove that I hold a place in your heart? Hm?"

Does it? Sang Yu wasn’t sure.

Indeed, when that girl addressed Jiang Jingming so intimately today, it made her uncomfortable.

The man’s feverish warmth transmitted through the thin fabric.

Sang Yu shifted uncomfortably: "You, you let go of me first."

The man didn’t budge, eyes becoming more intense.

He began slowly: "I don’t know any girl, rest assured, I promised I’d be a loyal and competent partner, and I said, the one I’ve fallen for is only you."

Sang Yu’s face instantly turned red, this man, what was he doing, confessing suddenly.

"I, I got it."

Sang Yu said somewhat awkwardly.

"So, can you stop being upset? Hm?" The man’s tone went up slightly, like a hook, slowly capturing her heart.

"I, I’m not upset." Sang Yu replied a bit guiltily.

The man suddenly laughed softly, the vibration in his chest making Sang Yu feel slightly numb.

She gently pushed the man, this time he didn’t resist, allowing her to push him away.

"You, you hurry and take a shower, I, I want to paint now."

After saying that, Sang Yu turned to shut the door.

Looking at the closed door, Jiang Jingming’s eyes held a trace of amusement.

After a while, he left.

Hearing his departing footsteps, Sang Yu exhaled heavily.

She was increasingly unable to resist this man.

Did he really not have a partner before?

But she didn’t dare ask anymore, couldn’t handle another round.

Just now she already felt her legs go weak.

Once more and she surely couldn’t stand.

However, Sang Yu still believed in Jiang Jingming, after all, he had no reason to lie to her.

Recalling what Jiang Jingming whispered into her ear earlier, did she truly already have him in her heart?

Perhaps, even she couldn’t be sure now.

But if he wasn’t there, why had she been sulking all day?

What’s the harm in having him?

Jiang Jingming is a quality man after all, good-looking, good job, good physique, good character, considerate.

What’s wrong with liking him? Liking him isn’t strange at all, right?

That’s right, she simply liked him!