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How could I not miss you?
Su Xing remained silent, while Shen Jingyu seemed to greedily absorb the warmth emanating from her embrace.
Buzzing, Shen Jingyu's phone rang.
Su Xing nudged his waist.
After taking a deep breath, Shen Jingyu released Su Xing.
Looking at the caller ID labeled "Mom," Shen Jingyu instinctively frowned.
"Take care of yourself. I'll come over for breakfast."
Shen Jingyu shook the phone at Su Xing, then without waiting for her response, he walked straight out the door.
"You really aren't shy at all!" Su Xing pouted as she stood there.
As she headed towards the bathroom, she caught sight of a man's suit draped over the sofa, and once again realized that in her world, that man had intruded once more!
That night, two neighbors separated by a wall experienced a battle of sleeplessness.
Su Xing removed her makeup and took a shower, tossing and turning until one in the morning without falling asleep.
Before lying down, she sent a message to Su He. That guy still maintained a nonchalant tone, even sending her a voice message in which Su Xing heard Du Meng's voice.
Could it be that Du Meng was genuinely feeling benevolent? With such a languid tone, had they finally become a couple?
Lying in bed, unable to sleep, perhaps due to having napped too much during the day, her eyes were wide open like lanterns.
Her mind was filled with events from the banquet; Shen Jingyu had introduced her to Fu Yancheng and the president of Jin Ye Group, both of whom were willing to pay high prices for land from her.
But why hadn’t he mentioned Shen's offer to her? If he wanted to protect himself, selling the land to him would have been only natural.
He had never been one to engage in gossip or rumors.
The development on Xinghe Street seemed quite sudden; combined with Du Meng's words and Shen Jingyu's eagerness for marriage, there must be something amiss!
Su Xing's mind was like a tangled mess, completely unable to sort through it all.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom just a wall away, Shen Jingyu leaned back in his chair, having consumed an unknown number of glasses of strong liquor.
It had been ten years since he last received a call from his mother, Deng Xiaoya.
Since the day he enlisted, his mother seemed to have severed all ties with him, completely ignoring his existence. Although she had never been particularly attentive to him growing up, her frantic reaction upon hearing the news of his enlistment was unexpected.
After turning ten, he would visit Deng Xiaoya two or three times each year, but each time he saw her, she either looked at him with disdain or completely disregarded him.
Tonight, however, she suddenly called. While it didn’t stir any deep feelings of affection for her in his heart, it left him feeling unsettled. Deng Xiaoya knew that Shen Jingyu had never changed his private phone number. Yet, she also understood that this was the first time she had taken the initiative to call her son.
During the call, Deng Xiaoya's emotions were unstable.
“Jing Yu! You’re back! Why haven’t you come home?” she questioned vehemently. “I heard you took over Shen’s business—why didn’t you tell me? Do you even consider me your mother anymore? Why are you getting closer to his life? Why are you following in his footsteps?
You and your father are trying to drive me to madness, aren’t you? You’re just like him—heartless! Both of you are the coldest men in this world! I hate it! I hate it so much! You must come back to the Mu Family! I’m waiting for you here! Do you hear me?”
Shen Jingyu felt as if he were reliving every interaction he had ever had with his mother. It seemed that since his father Shen Huai passed away, this was the most she had spoken to him in years.
Ironically, these words might have summed up nearly a decade of their relationship.
“Mom,” he said slowly, “ever since Dad died, you’ve never treated me like your son. Your criticisms seem utterly unfounded. You say Dad was cold and heartless, but can you even explain how he wronged you?”
This was also what Shen Jingyu had been pursuing for ten years—the truth behind his biological father's death. There were countless rumors surrounding it, yet he always felt there was more to the story.
“Shut up! Just shut up! Don’t mention him! Don’t bring him up!” Deng Xiaoya’s voice rose with familiar agitation whenever Shen Huai was mentioned.
Suppressing her sobs, the phone was snatched away by her current husband, Mu Zhenhua.
“Jing Yu,” he said firmly, “you hurt your older brother today. Regardless of the reason, causing disruption to our family unity is wrong. I’m not blaming you; the Mu Family is your mother’s family and yours as well. You’re always welcome back.”
Shen Jingyu couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. A family? An older brother? It was utterly ridiculous!
“Mu Zhi Yuan,” he replied bitterly, “you’ve taken care of my mom for so many years; I can at least call you uncle.”
You know what kind of person your son is. If he doesn't continue to provoke me, I won't take the initiative to deal with him, that's all.
On the other end of the phone, there was a faint sound of sobbing. Shen Jingyu felt annoyed and hung up.
In fact, for so many years, Deng Xiaoya had been like a person suffering from mental trauma. Since Shen Huai's passing, she had not come out until today. It was only in recent years that Shen Jingyu had started to show signs of aging. To truly fall in love with someone and long for them while being unable to meet—that kind of pain could destroy a person's spirit.
However, understanding did not equate to forgiveness. He needed maternal love the most; just like her, when losing the most important person, no one was there to protect his fragility. Except for Su Xing.
And that weak woman spent her days in gloom. Shen Jingyu even wondered why Mu Zhenhua bothered to marry her. For all these years, Deng Xiaoya had not allowed him to touch her at all.
On the other end of the line, Mu Zhenhua hung up after speaking with Deng Xiaoya. He watched as she frantically rummaged through the bedside table, pulling out a handful of sleeping pills and stuffing them into her mouth, while a cup of black coffee sat on the table—her chosen vehicle for taking the medication.
Every day was like this: coffee paired with sleeping pills, a game of heartbeats. Mu Zhenhua had come to terms with it; this woman’s life was not meant to end yet, and she hadn’t fully grasped her suffering—let her be mad. As long as he controlled the dosage of the sleeping pills and prevented her from overdosing, he would let her do as she pleased.
Yet this woman, who had nearly isolated herself from the world, unexpectedly received an invitation to meet an international Best Actress. Han Ruoxi had inquired extensively and managed to contact Mu Zhiyuan through some clever maneuvering, obtaining Deng Xiaoya's phone number.
However, without fully understanding Shen Jingyu's true identity, Han Ruoxi rashly arranged to meet Deng Xiaoya, which was quite reckless and naturally yielded little success.
The next day, after staying up almost all night, Shen Jingyu got up promptly at six o'clock. He prepared breakfast for two and knocked on Su Xingran's door at seven; she hadn’t woken up yet. Shen Jingyu opened the door without hesitation and even brought himself a new pair of men's slippers.
His primary goal recently was to infiltrate the enemy's ranks and win over the heart of the female general before Zhan Ying returned so that they could stand together in their rightful place!
If that happened, they could fight side by side against their formidable foes! The ideal was rich and full; reality was stark and thin.
Su Xing yawned as she stepped out of her bedroom, her eyes still heavy with sleep. In her hazy vision, she caught sight of a male model?
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