CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: FELL ASLEEP WHILE GETTING A MASSAGE

Chen Jinlan didn’t believe it: "Bah! It must be Lu Hao who did something outside."

Liu Fenglan wasn’t ready to back down: "Impossible, the police obviously said it was that tramp... Song Jiajia’s fault, don’t believe it? Ask our Ting."

Lu Ting was originally hiding in the back like a quail, unexpectedly her grandma dragged her out.

She thought there was no one in the world who could out-talk Liu Fenglan.

Turns out Song Jiajia’s mom is just as feisty.

Lu Ting was a bit scared, "I, I."

"You dead girl, what do you mean ’I’? Speak!" Liu Fenglan pinched Lu Ting hard.

Lu Ting’s eyes were brimming with tears from the pain, she quickly said: "I, I heard the police say it was Sister-in-law who caused the trouble."

Chen Jinlan was about to start cursing when Song Zhenhua angrily shouted:

"Enough, what’s the fight about? Aren’t you embarrassed enough?"

Chen Jinlan felt choked, unable to express her anger, only glaring viciously at Liu Fenglan and Lu Ting.

Lu Ting lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Song Zhenhua suppressed his anger and said, "Call Sang Yu back."

As soon as she heard this name, Chen Jinlan was furious, first, she took the man who originally belonged to Song Jiajia, then came to steal money.

She wished she could strangle her!

"Why call her back, she’s bad luck!" Chen Jinlan said displeased.

"If you don’t call her back, go to the police station and get Song Jiajia and Lu Hao out!" Song Zhenhua said in irritation.

Chen Jinlan opened her mouth.

She didn’t have that ability.

"Now Sang Yu is at least Jiang Jingming’s wife, let her find a way to get them out, or else I can’t afford the shame!" Song Zhenhua said fiercely.

Isn’t that asking that little tramp?

Chen Jinlan was unwilling.

"What are you staring blankly for?!" Song Zhenhua urged.

"I don’t have her family’s number," Chen Jinlan said reluctantly.

"Go knock on the door you fool!" Song Zhenhua almost wanted to slap Chen Jinlan to death.

Only then did Chen Jinlan reluctantly go out.

Lu Ting tugged on Liu Fenglan’s sleeve: "Grandma, let’s go too."

"What are you going for? We’ll just wait here, won’t we?" Unexpectedly, the in-laws live in such a good place.

The place she lives is far inferior to here.

After a few days, she would mention wanting to live in such a house.

Lu Ting felt Song Zhenhua wasn’t someone to mess with, it’s better to hurry and leave, she whispered in Liu Fenglan’s ear:

"If we don’t go, what if big brother doesn’t come out? What if they only let Song Jiajia out?"

Liu Fenglan was immediately furious upon hearing this: "How dare they, we will go too!"

Hearing this, Lu Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

The two quickly caught up with Chen Jinlan.

The three came to Jiang Jingming’s house, and the sky was already dark.

Chen Jinlan knocked hard on the door, but there wasn’t a sound from inside.

But it disturbed the neighbors.

Auntie Fat came out, looking at the three at the door: "What are you doing here, at night?"

Chen Jinlan was in a bad mood, she snapped back upon hearing Auntie Fat’s words: "What’s it to you?"

Auntie Fat calmly said, "How is it nothing to do with me? You’re knocking on the door here, disturbing the neighbors, you know that? We can call the police to catch you."

The other onlookers chimed in, "That’s right, at night, what’s the noise about?"

"What police, we’re just here to find someone," Liu Fenglan said.

"Why can’t you come during the day to find someone, why come at night?"

"Exactly, knocking like this to find someone, are you here for revenge?"

"Hurry and leave, you’re making a racket."

In the end, Chen Jinlan and Liu Fenglan didn’t find anyone and were chased away.

"What now?" Liu Fenglan said anxiously.

"Grandma, let’s come again tomorrow," Lu Ting said.

"What come tomorrow, just tonight who knows what your brother is suffering in there, telling you to go and take his place you won’t go." Liu Fenglan sternly poked Lu Ting’s forehead.

Lu Ting lowered her eyebrows, didn’t answer, her eyes filled with resentment.

Previously, her job was given to Lu Hao, now she’s asked to take the blame for Lu Hao.

Her eyes only ever had Lu Hao.

Where did she have her granddaughter?

Chen Jinlan was too lazy to listen to Liu Fenglan and turned back home.

Could only come again tomorrow, who knows where that little tramp Sang Yu ran off to.

When she found her, she would surely give her a good scolding.

...

Hospital

Sang Yu was painting beside him, Jiang Jingming leaned against the hospital bed, holding a book.

But he wasn’t reading a single word.

His peripheral vision was filled with Sang Yu’s serious painting demeanor.

Due to the angle, he could only see her profile.

Her long black and beautiful hair was twisted into a bun, revealing her entire face.

Fair skin, curled lashes.

She pursed her lips, her vivid eyes seriously looking at her drawing, holding a pencil, dancing freely on the paper.

As she finished a drawing, Sang Yu lifted her head and stretched her neck.

Due to limited conditions, it was somewhat difficult.

Jiang Jingming closed the book and said, "Tomorrow night you don’t need to stay here with me."

"What?" Sang Yu didn’t hear clearly.

"It’s not suitable for you to draw here, and I’m much better now, you don’t need to accompany me anymore."

Though he was happy, if it made her uncomfortable, he would rather not.

"It’s okay, it’s all the same drawing anywhere," Sang Yu said indifferently.

Though drawing here was a bit tiring, it wasn’t a big deal.

Jiang Jingming pursed his lips, "Come here."

What is she worried about? Worried she’s not doing well?

Sang Yu hesitated a bit, then walked over to him: "What is it? Want water?"

He shook his head, pointing to the spot beside the bed, "Sit down."

Sang Yu, not understanding why, sat down, then a warm and rough big hand grasped her slender, soft neck.

She instinctively shrank a bit.

"Don’t move." His voice came to her ear, like the breeze of a summer night, or the rolling waves on the sea, casually lazy.

"No need..." Sang Yu said a bit awkwardly.

He’s still injured.

"I’m only using one hand."

So no need to worry about pulling on his wound.

With him saying that, Sang Yu had a hard time objecting.

If she refused, it seemed a bit too pretentious.

The man’s hand was large, fingers a bit coarse, even through her thin clothes she could feel the roughness of his fingers.

Like a fine electric current, Sang Yu felt a tingling sensation all over.

"Since you don’t want to go back, I’ll help massage for a bit, in the military it was common to relax my comrades’ shoulders," Jiang Jingming said.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft, yet not artificial.

Jiang Jingming smirked; he would gradually enter her heart.

Let her willingly reveal her truest self before him.

To be fair, Jiang Jingming’s technique was pretty good, she actually felt a bit sleepy.

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