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"I don't care who you marry, Jing Yu. You need to leave the Shen Family immediately." Deng Xiaoya's tone was resolute.
Shen Jingyu felt utterly helpless in response. Seizing the opportunity, he set a trap: "If you can give me a reasonable explanation today, I will listen to you."
Deng Xiaoya knew that Shen Jingyu was troubled by one thing—he wanted to know how his father had died. But this was her Achilles' heel, a matter she could not disclose.
"Is it that old man who promised to tell you the truth? Do you really think he isn't just trying to manipulate you? Jing Yu, you're so clever; can you really be confused over just one thing?"
Shen Jingyu remained silent, his expression unmistakably confirming her words.
Deng Xiaoya scoffed coldly, "He’s deceiving you. He is the biggest conman in the country! If you trust him, you'll end up just like him!"
Su Xing couldn't help but frown and retort, "Do you really love cursing your own son like this?"
"You all have your issues. Shen Jingyu, go die! After you’re gone, I’ll accompany you to find your father." Deng Xiaoya spoke in the calmest tone while delivering the coldest words.
It was as if she embodied a complete disdain for life, living not only without affection but also in torment.
Why should he die? He had people who cared about him in this world. People always want to live; do you intend to hate someone who has passed away for the rest of your life?
Couldn’t he instead inherit his father’s will, live strongly, and protect those he loved?
Su Xing was truly infuriated. With Shen Jingyu present, there was no reason for her to speak out. Moreover, it was still his mother who was being hurt by this.
At that moment, Shen Jingyu's gaze toward her shifted from concern to a release of affection.
Deng Xiaoya seemed completely impervious to anyone's words. She slightly raised her head, exhaled softly, and then said indifferently, "Whatever. Let’s just drag this out."
After speaking, she didn’t look at anyone and simply got up to leave.
Su Xing couldn’t help but marvel at her oddity. She was a woman devoid of light in her eyes.
And here stood Su Xing's son, just as peculiar as she was. What kind of people had she encountered? Not a single normal person in the family, including the Shen Jingyu she had long cared for.
"Cough cough, are you going to sit for a while or leave?"
Su Xing noticed that this man had been cheerful for just a day; ever since meeting Shen Lao and his mother, he had retreated into his shell again.
Han Ruoxi would be coming over soon.
Su Xing glanced at the time; it was nearly five o'clock.
Shen Jingyu quietly walked over and sat down in the chair opposite Su Xing at the table. His demeanor suggested he had been here a thousand times before. In fact, it had only been two years since Su Xing moved here after Shen Jingyu left.
"Don't take what my mom says seriously," Shen Jingyu said, his dejected expression making Su Xing feel exasperated. "Am I your mom? It's you, you idiot!"
Su Xing put on a sweet smile and asked, "So, what would you like to drink? How about some herbal tea to cool down?"
Shen Jingyu remembered that she used to use this very expression to coax him. Back then, her smile seemed even more forced than it did now. Perhaps she had matured; the lines on her face appeared softer.
With a shift in his thoughts, he pressed further, "Do you have any alcohol? Vodka?"
Su Xing shot him a glare. "No! What are you thinking, drinking during the day? You can have coffee instead." Maybe this trait was hereditary? Besides, there was some leftover coffee powder from earlier; she added some sugar to make it work.
When Su Xing brought the cup over and offered him a sip, he furrowed his brows deeply for a moment. He really didn't like sweetened drinks or anything with milk.
Under Su Xing's watchful gaze, he felt hesitant to say much more. He suddenly asked, "Has anyone contacted you today about the situation on Xinghe Street?"
The silence was eerie. He began to suspect that someone might have tipped them off in advance. Su Xing scrutinized Shen Jingyu carefully.
"It's not me," he said innocently.
"Hmph," Su Xing replied without saying anything further.
Today was the shareholders' meeting for Shen's company, and they needed to discuss wedding arrangements soon. "Do you have any opinions on the date? In a few days, it's the ninth day of the ninth month. I'll accompany you to visit that High Monk you used to see often and help choose a date."
"Wow! You're really thoughtful! But I’m not going!" She retorted. "We already agreed that everything was settled. Now you casually want to talk about choosing a date and bring up that High Monk again?"
Seeing Su Xing's expression change, Shen Jingyu's face fell as well. He adjusted his gaze and began to look melancholic again.
Inside, Su Xing was seething: "Shen Jingyu, are you playing the victim here? Trying to gain my sympathy just so I’ll marry you again?"
He continued to speak relentlessly, "Let's get the marriage certificate first. I'll make an appointment at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow."
Shen Jingyu was indeed a bit anxious. Zhan Ying not only received news from Du Meng, but he could also see the headlines. The situation between him and Su Xing was already public knowledge, and he would return as quickly as possible.
Su Xing angrily said, "Shen Jingyu, do you really think I'm just a foolish woman at your mercy? I won't allow that."
"Why not? Since I will eventually become your husband, why not exercise that authority now? I will transfer all my assets to your name. As for Si Fang, it will take some time; I will organize the shares and then transfer them to you. After that, I will contact you."
"Is this your most sincere gesture?"
Ke Su Xing shook his head lightly, "Shen Jingyu, this is what you want to give me. But do you really know what I want?"
"You might see me as someone incapable of love, but I can't imagine being with anyone else but you. If you want me to love you in a certain way, then teach me; I will listen to you."
Shen Jingyu didn't feel that lowering himself to such an extent was being humble; rather, in front of the woman he loved, he was willing to be a fool.
Su Xing took a deep breath and straightened her lips. "Listen to me. You need to leave now and give me some space. Think about why you're so eager to marry me. At the very least, I won't accept a forced marriage under the guise of love."
How could Su Xing possibly accept him? She couldn't even see clearly what kind of changes this man had undergone since returning or what kind of mission he was preparing for. What role did she play in all of this? Was she merely his pawn?
Shen Jingyu's face darkened as he stood up and left without saying another word.
Su Xing watched his imposing figure retreat and then leaned back in her chair, feeling exasperated. She lightly pinched the bridge of her nose; how had she ended up entangled with such a peculiar family?
Today, she had hastily tied her hair up with a large clip after a long day of work, leaving her looking somewhat worn out. In this state, Han Ruoxi made her grand entrance with an air of confidence.
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