Just like now, his heart was full of doubts. She was a woman with a family and kids, why did she have such an unencumbered gaze? As if she was just one person, rely one person, from beginning to end alone.
Jiang Jinghuai bought a ticket on a whim, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger.
As he was about to enter, an old lady beside him, gathering her courage, asked, "Young man, would you like so sunflower seeds?"
The old woman was wearing worn-out clothes and was quite old. Jiang Jinghuai asked indifferently, "How much for a bag?"
"Five cents."
He took out five cents and handed it to her, receiving the bag of sunflower seeds. He had no intention of eating, it was purely a purchase.
All along, due to that dark knot in his heart, he hadn’t properly appreciated Tian Sangsang’s films. Perhaps today he could generously remain detached, viewing the film with an outsider’s perspective to appreciate a different kind of beauty in his wife.
Lushan Love, Lushan Love, Lushan Love...
Damn it! That image flashed through his mind again, stabbing deeply at his nerves, reminding him of past events. Back then, there was no love at Lushan; he was rely a secret onlooker.
He always felt that Tian Sangsang’s heart was an unknown quantity, perhaps she hadn’t even realized her extraordinary concern for Zhao Chun. The state where hearing Zhao Chun’s na or seeing him would completely disturb her thoughts.
He found his seat indifferently, the bag of sunflower seeds in his hand unknowingly crushed.
After the film had been showing for a while, he heard the praise from those around him, whether n or won. It was pure admiration, without a hint of ulterior motive or malice.
"The actress is so beautiful."
—Of course, that’s his wife.
"Such fair and delicate skin."
—Of course, he’s touched it.
"Geng Hua and Zhou Yun make such a great couple~"
—Of course, a match made in heaven.
He stared intently at the screen, his face stern, jaw clenched, eyes swirling with a storm. He didn’t know when it started, but his heart beca impure, the black always seeking to overwhelm the white, while the white desperately suppressed it. He wasn’t a petty person, yet in this matter, he was overly particular.
Of course, he no longer exposed this particularity, but kept it hidden in his heart.
What could he say? If your wife kissed soone else in front of you, how would you feel? He couldn’t see how other n felt, but this was how he felt.
Perhaps soone might say, it’s just a kiss, it’s not like she’s sleeping with soone else in front of you. Then he would wonder, what if that day really ca, what would he do?
He was a person with a penchant for purity, he liked pure things, but unconsciously, he himself beca impure.
On screen, his wife was speaking English, it was clear that it wasn’t dubbed; she was speaking it herself. He hadn’t stopped investigating her; the investigations revealed many mysteries about her. The occasional words she uttered, the songs she sotis sang, and the sudden appearance of relief supplies in the quake zone, all seed eerie.
He considered the possibility that she might be a spy. It’s often said the more beautiful a woman, the more dangerous she is. He’d encountered spies during his missions who were indistinguishably benign or evil. But once unmasked, beauties could beco as deadly as scorpions, with spies every move being lethal. But Tian Sangsang was different; if she were a spy, she would be too easily controllable to be threatening. If she wasn’t a spy, how could her actions, so incongruous with the tis, be explained? During his training with the team in country Y, he received a vital clue; there were mbers of the gang that killed his sister who infiltrated the military as spies. This was a dangerous phenonon.
As the film ended, everyone rushed to leave the cinema, and he was bumped into. A young girl’s bashful voice ca forth, "So-sorry."
Jiang Jinghuai lifted his eyes to look at her, and upon seeing his face, she blushed crimson like a bleeding-red drop, nervously fidgeting and running off, but not forgetting to glance back at him after a few steps.
He had seen such an expression before, a bashful expression. His Sangbao had shown him that look several tis. It was as if a realization dawned upon him, his stern eyebrows relaxing.
**
Jia Wenxiu stood at the door, seeing the tall, imposing man.
"Brother, you’re back." She spoke timidly.
Initially eager to get ho, Jiang Jinghuai’s mood soured upon seeing Jia Wenxiu, an uninvited guest.
He looked at her gravely for a mont, then spoke coolly, "Why are you here?"
"I, I..." Jia Wenxiu nervously twisted her hands. She wasn’t afraid of Ye Binyi or Jiang’s father, but she was sowhat afraid of Jiang Jinghuai. She rembered well, when she first ca to the Jiang family, she was a little girl who had lost her father, fearful of everything. At that ti, her foster parents treated her very well, and she gradually erged from the shadows. Yet this brother was hard to approach. Every ti she tried to get close to him, he never gave her a kind look. Maybe back then she was young and naïve, but she was persistent and eventually moved him. Two years later, he began to treat her quite well. Though never particularly gentle, he would share good things with her. She knew he had accepted her.
"Jinghuai, you’re ho! Don’t stand at the door, co in quickly!" Ye Binyi quickly diated.
Jia Wenxiu weakly retreated behind her.
Jiang Jinghuai’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t let Jia Wenxiu off the hook, persistently asking, "Mom, why is she at our house?"
Ye Binyi looked at her son’s profound eyes, knowing he was angry, and pulled him into the courtyard.
Tian Sangsang stood at the door watching them, unable to hear what they were saying.
"Jinghuai, I was the one who had Wenxiu co back," Ye Binyi said with a furrowed brow.
"But she hard Grandpa." Jiang Jinghuai responded to Ye Binyi with each word enunciated.
"Mom, why did you let her co back, I don’t understand you anymore..."
Ye Binyi’s face turned pale, her already frail figure seeming even weaker, and Jiang Jinghuai felt a tug at his heart.
"Wenxiu knows she was wrong, and she ca back just to apologize. She’ll stay for a while and then return to East Sea when school starts. If you don’t like her, just pretend she doesn’t exist. Mom won’t make things difficult for you." Ye Binyi sighed sorrowfully, "Besides, you didn’t marry Ajun, and there’s now no one to talk to . Yanyan might be good, but he’s a child, he can’t share my innermost thoughts, can he? With Wenxiu back, I finally have soone to avoid feeling lonely after work, and yet you’re unwilling."
Jiang Jinghuai said, "Without Wenxiu, there’s still Sangsang to keep you company."
"I’d rather not bother her," Ye Binyi shook her head, "She leaves early and returns late every day, she’s a busy businesswoman, she has no ti to keep company."
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