Jiang Yixiu stayed in the car watching her slowly approach him. She was dressed simply, with a clean and unadorned face, without any makeup. She smiled as she walked, exuding happiness all over. If not for the fact that her face was exactly like Mu Qingxin’s, he would have thought this woman wasn’t her at all.
Because the difference in temperant was just too great.
Seeing her walk up to the car, Jiang Yixiu imdiately got out, eager to verify whether what Zhou Yijie said was true—had she really lost her mory?
He stood there, smiling as he greeted her, his heart anxious, "H-hello."
Zhang Jingshu had never seen such an ugly man before. Upon closer inspection, she suddenly realized this was the person who had recently appeared on television. Her eyes widened abruptly; he was indeed terribly ugly—even uglier than on TV.
"...Y-you stay away." Zhang Jingshu was so scared she kept retreating, "If you co any closer, I’ll call the police."
She couldn’t understand why soone so ugly would co out and scare people. Couldn’t he just stay ho peacefully?
Jiang Yixiu didn’t expect such a big reaction from her. Even if she truly didn’t rember him, it shouldn’t be to the point... where she takes him for a bad guy!
"Miss, I’m just standing here and haven’t done anything to you, yet you want to call the police. Don’t you think you’re being unreasonable?" Jiang Yixiu put one hand in his pocket, trying to strike a handso pose.
Little did he know that the more handso he tried to be, the uglier he appeared to Zhang Jingshu.
She was so scared she didn’t dare move. Seeing the scene from upstairs, Old Zhang hastily said sothing to his wife, rushed downstairs, and quickly pulled the young girl behind him, "Hey, punk, what are you doing?"
He knew that this picked-up woman was beautiful, so he and Ah Lan were extra cautious, making her wear the simplest clothes and not allowing her to wear makeup, fearing she’d encounter so playboys.
"Dad, look at this guy, he’s so ugly. He definitely can’t be a good person. Let’s leave quickly."
Old Zhang had long been accustod to this woman’s peculiar sense of beauty, thinking to himself that this man wasn’t ugly at all; he was clearly a handso guy, so handso it was unsettling.
He reassuringly patted the woman’s hand and walked up to the man, "Listen, kid, if I see you bothering my daughter again, I’ll show you what I can do—"
Jiang Yixiu: "..."
His daughter?
He’s Mu Qingxin’s father?
"Hello, sir." Jiang Yixiu imdiately put on a fawning smile, "There was a misunderstanding between Qingxin and before. I’m here to see if she’s alright. Why does it seem like she doesn’t rember ?"
Upon hearing this, Old Zhang realized sothing was wrong. So this wasn’t so vagabond encountered by chance on the road but rather soone familiar from before.
"You—you know my daughter, Jingshu?"
Jiang Zaoji was montarily stunned, "Which Jingshu?"
"My daughter!" Old Zhang couldn’t explain clearly for a mont. He coughed and said to Zhang Jingshu, "Girl, go upstairs first. I need to have a word with this kid."
"Okay—" Zhang Jingshu hesitated a bit, but this man was indeed too ugly. If she looked any longer, she might go blind. "Dad, be careful. Call us if there’s any trouble."
Old Zhang nodded steadily. Only after seeing the young girl walk away, looking back at every few steps, did he begin to speak, "Actually, she’s not my biological daughter. My wife and I picked her up by the seaside. She might have encountered sothing distressing and... attempted suicide by drowning. Since you know her, do you know what drove her to such despair?"
Jiang Yixiu’s heart tightened, his face instantly turning as pale as paper. She attempted suicide?
The past events were suddenly dredged up, weighing down on him and making it hard to breathe.
Why was she so distressed?
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