Chapter 48: Cao Cao Arrives

  When all the complexities and unsolvable problems come rushing in, will you choose to face them head-on or escape; when the setbacks in your memories and the successes in front of you intersect, will you choose to accept or refuse to give up; when all the love and betrayals are connected at the same place, will you believe in the former or forgive the latter.

  I know daydreaming is useless, only experience can make you understand.

  Along the way, I'll pass by the scenery and emotions, throw away my regrets and troubles, I must be more awake to know that life is not just these.

  Ten minutes later, Zhao Jun and I arrived at Jiang Xiaoqiao's home. It was a small but luxurious apartment with a not-so-large area. The door was not closed, so Zhao Jun and I walked in directly.

  As I walked into the entrance, everything in front of me left both Zhao Jun and me speechless. The porcelain, vases, calligraphy and paintings that were scattered all over the floor, almost every decorative item in the corridor was smashed to pieces.

  I and Zhao Jun stepped on the gaps between the fragments and pieces without changing shoes and walked in.

  We walked about three or four meters down the corridor before we reached the living room, where a very harmonious scene was unfolding on the sofa: Liang Xue was gently wiping away Jiang Xiaoqiao's wounds, while Wang Tao sat in the corner of the sofa with her hair disheveled, talking on the phone and describing Xiaoqiao's home address to whoever was on the other end, perhaps asking Liang Chengming for help.

  I think tonight is going to be a tough battle.

  Jiang Xiaoqiao saw me and Zhao Jun walking in, immediately got up and rushed towards me, saying: "I'm so fed up with her! Not enough trouble during the day, now she's running to my house at night to cause more chaos! Look at my arm, it was cut by glass shards by her, just now if my arm hadn't blocked it, I would have almost lost my life!"

  Jiang Xiaoqiao stretched out her slender white arm to me, a bloody wound the length of a band-aid was still gushing out bright red **.

  Zhao Jun, who was standing by, was apparently confused by the scene in front of him. He saw Jiang Xiaoqiao's wound and immediately snatched the family first-aid kit from Liang Xue's hand, then pulled Jiang Xiaoqiao to one side and began to dress her wound with practiced ease.

  I walked over to Wang Tao's side, wanting to see if she was also injured, but she kept her head down, making it impossible for me to see clearly.

  I was close to Wang Tao, and I could vaguely see the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. It turned out that even such a beautiful face couldn't escape the baptism of time.

  "How can you not interfere with my and Liang Chengming's family?" Wang Tao suddenly spoke up, her anger still not dissipated, her mouth still trembling as she spoke.

  Perhaps it was Wang Tao's words that were too recognizable, Zhao Jun's nerves twitched as he turned his head, staring at Wang Tao's drooping head, and tentatively said: "Sister Wang Tao?"

  Wang Tao also hastily lifted his head and looked at Zhao Jun for a while before saying: "Zhao Jun! What are you doing here?"

  I was confused by the relationship in front of me and asked Zhao Jun inexplicably: "Do you know each other?"

  He stopped twirling the white gauze in his hand and said to me with a serious expression, "She is Wang Qian's sister, Wang Tao."

  It must be the joke of fate! To arrange all the grudges between people in a specific scene, although there is no necessary connection between me and Wang Tao, but these hidden relationship chains are always foreshadowing a big explosion.

  Zhao Jun finished bandaging Jiang Xiaoqiao's arm, stood up and sat down beside Wang Tao, frowning and saying: "Sister Wang Tao, how did you end up here?"

  Jiang Xiaoqiao and Liang Xueze immediately became spectators watching the show, sitting on the other side.

  Wang Tao gently stroked her disheveled hair with her hand, let out a light sigh, and pointed at Jiang Xiaoqiao with her right index finger in a calm and gentle manner: "That woman, the one who got hurt on her arm, is my husband's mistress. She's pregnant."

  Apparently, the most surprised person after hearing the two words "Little Three" was still Liang Xue, because so far she did not know that Jiang Xiaoqiao was pregnant.

  Liang Xue's mouth was in an "O" shape, staring rigidly at Jiang Xiaoqiao beside her, while Jiang Xiaoqiao shrugged nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.

  Zhao Jun fell silent for two seconds, as if he had also sorted out the chaos in his mind. To deal with the mess at hand, he pursed his dry lips and said, "Wang Tao, I'll take you home first, okay? We can talk about this tomorrow."

  Unfortunately, Wang Tao was the kind of person who wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted. She jumped over Zhao Jun's persuasion, turned her head and gave Jiang Xiaoqiao a fierce look, saying: "No way, I must hear this cheap woman promise me that she will abort the bastard in her belly today!"

  "Impossible!" Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't even consider it and directly gave Wang Tao such a reply.

  Wang Tao, still fuming from the previous round of fighting, was enraged again and got up to charge towards Jiang Xiaoqiao's direction. Fortunately, Zhao Jun, who had great strength, stopped Wang Tao just in time.

  Zhao Jun grabbed Wang Tao's shoulder and said, "Sister Wang Tao, calm down, can we go home first? You can't negotiate at someone else's house all night, can you?"

  Wang Tao knew he couldn't beat Zhao Jun, so he sat back on the sofa and said, "It's okay, my sister will come to help me in a while."

  When I heard this sentence, my heart skipped a beat, and Zhao Jun also instinctively turned his head to look at me. Actually, I was very afraid, afraid of seeing Wang Ying, even more afraid of facing Wang Ying head-on.

  But heaven didn't spare me, and I finally understood what it means to say "speak of the devil". Just as Wang Tao's words fell, several unpleasant high-heeled shoe sounds came from the corridor: "Clack! Clack! Clack!", getting closer and more piercing.

  Two seconds later, Wang Ying stood at the entrance of the living room. She took a look at the scene in front of her, which was even more chaotic than the corridor, then raised her head to scan around, and finally fixed her gaze on me, giving me an extremely itchy feeling all over my body.

  Before I could even react in surprise, Fang Wenke walked in behind Wang Ying, apparently he had come with her.

  At this moment, almost all the protagonists in the story have gathered, and our strange relationship network is also connected randomly above the living room.

  We stood there at a loss, feeling awkward and unsure of what to say next.