Chapter Fifty-One: Quarrel Below

  "That's enough." I cut him off, standing up from the couch, my legs still shaking slightly. I gave him a faint smile: "Private detectives, sneaking shots and stalking - I despise these things too, so before I become completely detestable..."

  "What do you want to talk to me about?" he suddenly interrupted me.

  I shook my head, tears falling down, and didn't bother to wipe them away: "It's not needed anymore." I took out the car keys and house keys from the pocket of my down jacket and placed them on the small table in front of the sofa.

  And there's also a ring.

  I have nothing to say.

  But I believe he understands.

  "Stop right there." He strode over and grabbed me, his grip so strong I couldn't shake him off, it hurt. "Listen to my explanation... when I went on a business trip, her mother passed away, I..."

  I shook my head, and continued shaking it, but he ignored me and kept talking.

  "After returning home, I had nothing more to do with her..."

  After returning home?

  And before returning home?

  Girlfriend?

  I don't want to think about it anymore.

  It will really become hateful.

  I struggled free from his grasp and couldn't help but beg: "Let me go, okay?"

  "Where are you going?"

  I couldn't answer, grasping his hand, tears streaming down my face, and asked again: "Let me go by myself... okay?"

  "Let's just forget about it, shall we? I won't hold it against you for hiring a private investigator if you let my past go."

  "In your heart, I've already become like this! A face that even I myself detest! Private investigator! Haha, sorry Mr. Su, you're really a magnanimous person! If you want to sue or go to court, be my guest! But there's one thing I'm begging of you, don't follow me..." His next sentence made me completely collapse, crying and wailing.

  I'm not wrong, why should I bear that stigma...

  I managed to wriggle free from his gradually loosening grip and put on my shoes, still unable to help but pray that he wouldn't follow me.

  I called Jiang Hui and told him I had a breakdown.

  He was frightened by my intermittent crying and hurriedly asked where I was. Without saying another word, he followed the sound of my crying to locate me: "Sister, can't you move around while talking on the phone? Where am I supposed to find you?"

  I raised my head to block out the piercing sunlight, and only then did I clearly see the face in front of me. I couldn't help but indignantly say: "Do I look like the kind of person who would hire a private investigator?"

  There was still a sob in his voice.

  "Get in, I'll take you to wash your face..."

  I took a glance at myself in the rearview mirror, and I was indeed covered in tears with puffy eyes, looking super ugly!

  After getting on the car, I asked him if there was mineral water and tissue paper.

  He directly fetched a bottle of blue mineral water in the shape of a gourd from the trunk next to him, and as soon as I saw the Santacroce lettering, I was stunned: "Forget it, you'd better find a service station to stop the car, I'll go buy a bottle of Kangshifu instead!"

  "Hurry up, you're scaring the little friend again." He said as he twisted open the bottle cap and poured some onto his handkerchief, handing it to me: "It's really ugly!"

  "I know you don't need to emphasize it!" I took the handkerchief and covered my eyes, sniffled and adjusted my emotions: "I really didn't expect it would end up like this today, it's better not to start at all, and it won't be so painful."

  "How did you two get into another argument?"

  "It's a long story..."

  "That's a good feeling, I charge by the hour."

  I really want to spit in his face.

  To make a long story short, I said: "I don't even know who sent me his photos with another woman. When I got home, he slammed them in front of me, looking so disappointed and saying that I've learned all the wrong things. But I didn't do anything wrong, why should I take the blame for someone else... He doesn't trust me..."

  I feel tears welling up again, so I'll stop here on this topic.

  "You didn't explain?"

  "Since he has already made up his mind about me, let him stick to it. It's best if I marry someone else one day and then let him know the truth, so he can regret it!"

  "Can't you take a joke? You're so petty that you even bring up this kind of thing to annoy me?"

  "It's not sulking, I really want to break up."

  Two words separated and poked at my own tear point, fortunately I was covering it with a handkerchief so no one could see.

  I stretched out my right hand: "Didn't you see I've taken off all my rings?"

  He fell silent.

  I forced a smile: "As soon as I think about him accompanying her during our cold war, I feel that there's no hope for this thing called love."

  "Which wealthy and handsome guy doesn't have a few fan clubs? Didn't your ex-boyfriend still have people chasing after him?"

  "Why are you bringing up my ex-boyfriend?" I glared at him with a handkerchief.

  He hastily waved his hand: "You quickly cover up, ugly cry!"

  This person's mouth is really terrible!

  I put the handkerchief on again. He said, "You see, even you have an ex-boyfriend, he's much older than you, and with such good conditions, without a surname companion, is it reasonable? Is it surprising that he's twenty-eight or divorced?"

  What he said sounds especially funny in Beijing dialect.

  It's just like you're telling a joke!

  This obvious truth has pierced my heart, this is what I told myself when I convinced myself to let go of the past, I understand.

  But isn't a new problem arising? He didn't even ask me any questions and directly convicted me.

  I'm filled with sadness and resentment: "You said we've known each other for many years, yet he actually thought I was the kind of person who would hire a private investigator to spy on him. This stain on my reputation is so unjust."

  "Frankly speaking, you're just not resigned to it."

  "No, it's a thousand arrows piercing the heart..."

  That instant felt like I was going to die, from my heart to every inch of my blood vessels it hurt.

  But what can be done about it?

  The pain has passed, the tears have dried, but don't we still have to face reality?

  He patted my head with his hand and comforted me: "It's not easy to have someone you love in this life, don't give up easily. How many times can one truly love in a lifetime?"

  My tears couldn't stop flowing out again.

  I said: "Take me back to school."

  "Why don't you just come home with me? Haven't the rumors at your school spread enough?"

  It's also possible when you think about it.

  He emphasized again: "I'm not interested in a big kid like you, and besides, I have someone I care about, and the famous flower has its master."

  Jiang's home is also a two-story building, decorated very simply.

  Can't wait to hit the wall, bed and sofa.

  Don't display unnecessary things if you don't have to.

  But there is a small world rich enough to make people feel out of place with the whole family.

  A wine cabinet behind the bar.

  The area is not large, less than ten square meters.

  Although the sparrow is small, it has all its internal organs.

  Bar counter, sofa, table and chairs.

  Even the wine rack is so exquisite.

  Looking at his private collection of various foreign wines in the wine cabinet, I gained momentum. Each one was tasted with a shallow mouthful, and those that felt better were drunk for two more mouths.

  Western wine is best not mixed with other drinks when consumed.

  I somehow had the urge to drown my sorrows in drink, and once I started, I couldn't stop at all. All I remember is that I used the liquor as an excuse to wail loudly, but as for what exactly was said, there were just too many words and I couldn't recall them clearly.

  The next day I woke up clearly, I was sleeping on the sofa, covered with a light down quilt.

  Jiang Hui is so unreasonable, with so many rooms upstairs and downstairs at home, I'm only allowed to sleep on the sofa. At least I'm a girl, right?

  My head is killing me and I'm about to explode. A hangover is really unbearable, I regret drinking so recklessly yesterday.

  My down jacket was thrown on the other side of the sofa, I crawled over to flip through my phone and called Fu Chaoyang to ask about the key 187.

  "Did you have a fight with Mr. Su?"

  Does that count as a quarrel?

  It doesn't count, we haven't even said a few words yet.

  "No, it's just that a classmate from school wants to have a party and our home is just right for it. And by the way, I can get them to help me clean my room." Ugh, I'm getting a headache from all these lies.

  He roughly estimated the credibility of the dawn and said: "I'll give you express delivery, wait for a day."

  As soon as I hung up the phone, I felt like I was in big trouble.

  His express delivery address must be Mr. Su's home.

  I thought about it and forget it, I won't be able to face him in the short term.