acle of palace intrigue in the upper echelons of society. It was truly breathtaking."While saying that, he grabbed Jian Tong's hand and shoved the check into her palm.Jian Tong lowered her eyes, her g...With a bang!

Mrs. Jian's face suddenly turned pale!

Her footsteps were unsteady, as if she couldn't bear the weight, stumbling back a few steps. Her eyes were wide with panic and urgency:

"I can't help it either! If Shen Xiujin refuses to let go of the Jian family, refuses to let go of Jian Zhendong. Then I have no hope for the future.

"

Do you think I want to help that old bastard Jian Zhen Dong

Your brother Mo Bai is still lying in bed!

If Jian Shi goes bankrupt, and that old bastard Jian Zhen Dong is done for, how will your brother's medical expenses be covered!

Even if your brother gets better, he'll still have nothing!

He was the eldest son of the Jian family. He had never experienced hardship since childhood. His social circle was limited. He was a wealthy second-generation who suddenly lost everything.

Who in the circle still looks up to him, how could he stand this!

"He's no good, that much is true, but if he were to go under, what could I, a woman, possibly do"

Jian Tong gazed straight at the woman, now weeping like rain, and the crack in his heart grew a little wider.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out and gripped the armrest of the rattan chair with all her might, so hard that it creaked.

It seems that this is the only way to bear the unspeakable pain in my heart.

In those days, she might have sharply retorted to Madam Jian: If Jian Mo Bai couldn't bear it, could she

Now, she looked at the woman, only endless sorrow remained in her heart.

What a twisted heart, to be able to twist like this.

Hello ~

"Your grandfather..." Madam Jian stammered, her lips trembling, her eyes filled with resentment. All she had left, all the weapons she could wield, were reduced to the deceased Old Master Jian.

"Enough." A low, suppressed growl. The woman on the rattan chair, the pain in her eyes, seemed as if it could spread. However, time flashed by so quickly... It was pathetic! She had lost everything!

There's nothing left.

Jian Tong raised her chin proudly, her gaze landing clearly on Mrs. Jian's face. At that moment, Mrs. Jian only saw the arrogance on her face.

A sense of displeasure flashed in her heart... In Jian Fu's mind, even if she begged Jian Tong now, Jian Tong was still her child born after ten months of pregnancy. Without her, there would be no Jian Tong.

She may be a little girl, but if she starts acting high and mighty, well, I reckon nobody would like that.

But she didn't dare say anything, only frowning disapprovingly.

"That Jian..."

Jian Tong held her chin high, the hollowness beneath that arrogance in her eyes was something Jian Fu couldn't understand. Jian Tong simply lowered her gaze to stare at Jian Fu, fixating on the wealthy matron's face for a full ten minutes.

Mrs. Jian mentioned "Jian Shi," "Jian Zhen Dong," and "Jian Mo Bai" several times. Jian Tong never interrupted Mrs. Jian's endless complaints. Mrs. Jian had been truly wronged these days. Her son fell ill, her husband kept it a secret from her for half his life, and he actually had an illegitimate child outside. When their son got sick, her husband didn't care at all.

Mrs. Jian bore these pains in silence, with no one to confide in.

My "good sisters" who usually play mahjong with me, didn't offer any sincere comfort, just a few empty platitudes.

Later, he grew even more distant from her.

Mrs. Jian said that as a woman, she was living in fear every day under the circumstances of her son being seriously ill and her husband abandoning her.

She endured the torment and fear within her alone in the dead of night. She bore so much, things she didn't want to, nor did she feel like sharing with anyone. No one knew how those days had been for her; only she understood what she went through every day.

From beginning to end, Jian Tong only stared at Madam Jian with those eyes that she found arrogant and rude in her opinion. He listened silently as the noblewoman sobbed and complained about her troubles.

"Little one, I'm in a difficult situation too..." Madam Jian cried, her eyes like walnuts. She still had her charm, the beauty of a woman past her prime, her jade-like hands wiping away tears, adding a touch of pathos to her image. It evoked sympathy and pity, making one want to comfort her with kind words.

Then Jian Tong laughed again: “Oh, what a difficult situation… Yes, yes, Madam Jian is in a difficult situation, no wonder.”

Xichen looked at the woman with a serene smile on the rattan chair, his chest constricted, an inexplicable pang of pain welling up. His eyes lost their focus for a moment... He knew this pain wasn't because of himself, but for the woman still laughing calmly on the rattan chair.

I understand now, no wonder why this woman called Shen Xiu Jin that kind of man, thinking about him day and night, unwilling to let go.

If it weren't for the fact that Xi Chen had always been self-reliant, he would have wanted to shout at that woman right now: Don't laugh!

You can't even yell at your mother: Madam Jian, you're having a hard time, who isn't

Why can't you just yell it directly

You have to smile like that

His laughter made my chest feel heavy and stifled.

“So, I'm really in a difficult situation, little one. You're the most well-behaved and understanding child. You must be able to sympathize with me as your mother, right” After that emotional outburst, Mrs. Jian let out a huge sigh of relief. She had suffered so much, and now Little One knew about it. Little One must understand her helplessness.

She saw that Jian Tong wouldn't speak, a chill ran through her heart. A hint of bitterness appeared in her eyes, along with a barely perceptible resentment. She had no choice but to mention Jian Lao Tai Ye again: "Don't you do this for your mother and brother, at least for the sake of your grandfather..."

Xi Chen could no longer bear it. He originally didn't want to get involved, this was a matter for the Jian family.

But... This is too outrageous!

That's so shameless!

That's really unfair!

"Jian Zhen Dong's that unmanageable Shiba Inu, got what he deserved. He made his own mess and now has to clean it up himself. He’s a grown man, can do it but can't handle the consequences And then he has a daughter he hasn't acknowledged in years, helping him tidy things up!

"

At first, he swore up and down that there was no such person as Jian Tong in the Jian family, and that Jian Zhendong denied this daughter in the newspaper. Now that he needs her, he comes running back to claim the daughter he threw away

And you, Mrs. Jian, are you so aggressive towards your own family or your enemies! Shame on you!"

Mrs. Jian's face turned as pale as paper. She was humiliated and ridiculed by Xi Chen's blunt words, feeling utterly ashamed to face anyone.

But when she thought about it, if the Jian family was in crisis, then without the Jian family, she wouldn't be Mrs. Jian!

"Child, how could you stand by and watch the life's work of your grandfather be destroyed"

She looked at the man on the rattan chair with grief, but Jian Tong had already closed his eyes tightly. Then Mrs. Jian's heart completely panicked: "Little Tong! That's your grandfather! Your grandfather who loved you the most when you were little! He was the best person to you!"

In her desperate cries, Jian Tong opened her eyes, a pair of vacant orbs staring at Madam Jian, and calmly said:

You won.

All the pain is hidden beneath this calm.

She slowly reached out a hand to Xi Chen beside her: "Call him."

"What" Xi Chen was taken aback, thinking he had heard wrong. But his peripheral vision fell on that slender, pale wrist, and a complex look flashed in his eyes, "No regrets"

Jane remained silent. She and Xi Chen both knew that this phone call was more than just a phone call.

"Little one, I knew you had the softest heart," Mrs. Jian beamed with delight from the side.

Jian Tong lowered her eyes, her gaze held not only pain but also infinite irony... Yes, her heart was the softest of all.

"He sets the conditions." Jian Tong moved her lips slightly toward Xi Chen, her eyes devoid of emotion.

To get something from someone like Shen Xiuqin, how could you possibly do it without stripping them bare

Xichen looked at Jian Tong and pressed the call button.

Beep—as the feeling of freedom. 。Every time the wind blows, it takes away a thread of warmth from her fingertips. The memories she has, both good and bad, are carried away little by little. 。She said to h...