Chapter 133: Jiang Is The Best, Song Jie Doesn't Want Jiang Kexin Anymore

Yan Liang spoke with a smile, but the amusement did not reach her eyes.

She picked up the phone, her gaze falling on a contact name that looked normal but was actually very abnormal.

“Senior Yuting”??

This senior must be quite close to Jiang, otherwise such an intimate form of address wouldn’t be used.

But in the past Qin Jiang only loved Bai Chuchu to the death at school. She hadn’t heard of him having any other ambiguous relations with other women.

Yan Liang’s gaze swept over Qin Jiang coldly.

Qin Jiang hadn’t been to school the past two days, and Yan Liang had happily shifted all corporate matters online so she could have a little more time with Jiang.

Yesterday she had taught Qin Jiang basic shooting skills.

Today she was in the mood—in this fine cloudy weather she planned to teach him how to play golf.

Only, she hadn’t expected that her Jiang had prepared a surprise for her.

“Ahem, Yanyan, listen to my explanation.”

“This senior is just a senior I know, and the name I saved her as isn’t her real name because we happened to act in a play where the cast all called her ‘Senior Yuting’, so I just listed her that way.”

“Don’t worry, this name absolutely has no other meaning.”

“I’ll change it right now!”

Qin Jiang took the phone and hurriedly changed the contact to her real name, Zhong Yuting.

Then he obediently slipped the phone back into Young Mistress Yan Liang’s hand.

“Wife, check as you please.”

“I only have some work interactions with her at the moment. But as long as Yanyan doesn’t like it, I’ll cut off that connection immediately.”

Qin Jiang still had a good sense of self-awareness.

Without Yanyan, no matter how talented he was, he wouldn’t have risen so quickly in the circles.

He knew who held the upper hand.

With Qin Jiang’s explanation, the gloom in Yan Liang’s eyes dissipated, replaced by gentleness and indulgence.

Her toes wound around his waist, her fingertips, colored with red coral lipstick, rested on Qin Jiang’s face and gently stroked his cheek.

“Jiang, you know… you can’t bear the price of deceiving me.”

“But Jiang, this time I choose to trust you.”

“Jiang, Yanyan will also change.”

She would try to change, to get closer to the real him.

Qin Jiang looked up in disbelief. One hand, excited, gripped the Young Mistress’s fair calf, the sensation under his fingertips stirring his very DNA.

But now was not the time to be distracted.

He frowned and looked up at the alluringly cold-faced female tycoon who sat atop the desk.

She was beautiful—proud, fierce, world-weary, and tsundere.

But he loved her.

Even if she continued to keep that arrogance and aloofness, he still loved her.

He didn’t need the Young Mistress to change at all.

The Young Mistress was the Young Mistress!

She should be cradled in his hands, at the tip of his heart!!

“Yanyan doesn’t need to change.”

“I am willing to obey all of Yanyan, and willing to bow and submit for Yanyan.”

“You are perfect; you don’t need to change a single bit for me.”

Love does indeed require mutual concessions.

But Qin Jiang’s love only required the Young Mistress to be truly herself, without cutting away an iota of pride.

Yan Liang hadn’t expected Qin Jiang to say such things.

At that moment, the Young Mistress’s eyes grew slightly red—the heart that had been wrapped in hard ice for years felt an indescribable warmth well up.

She silently stopped, but the slight tremble in her shoulders revealed the shock deep inside her.

The next moment, the woman leaned forward and threw herself into Qin Jiang’s arms. They embraced fully in an instant.

“Jiang is the best to me~”

“I love you, I love you so much…”

…

Inside Huajing University girls’ dormitory.

Jiang Kexin had been restless these past few days.

She had originally agreed with Bai Chuchu to wait for Young Master Wu to call her, then, as before, receive designer bags and jewelry from him as his apology.

But this time, she waited a long time with no response.

Finally, she got news from one of Young Master Wu’s buddies: Young Master Wu had gotten into trouble, and at the same time Bai Chuchu had also been ruined.

But that wasn’t the most explosive part.

The instigator of all this turned out to be Qin Jiang.

Qin Jiang?

He was just one of Bai Chuchu’s sycophants.

Who did he think he was, what ability did he have…

Could it be, could the rumors at Huajing University about Qin Jiang really be true??

Jiang Kexin was different from the others—she’d known Qin Jiang since childhood. He was genuinely poor and shabby, and she knew exactly how real that was.

So she treated the campus rumors as jokes.

But now, Jiang Kexin was panicking.

She secretly went to the hospital and indeed saw Bai Chuchu lying there, wrapped in bandages. Upon seeing her, Bai Chuchu babbled incoherently and kept trying to speak to her.

Jiang Kexin was terrified.

She fled the ward.

In a daze she went to where she’d previously, in order to maintain Song Jie’s sycophantic devotion, deliberately shown concern during his hospitalization and explained that she only wanted him to survive—that she was a weak woman oppressed by powerful people, asking for his understanding.

Bai Chuchu was right: a man like Song Jie, incompetent but like a toad wanting a swan, would persistently cling on even if she kicked him countless times.

And Song Jie even cared about whether she had been hurt.

Men, when infatuated, the one they moved most with their actions was actually themselves.

Song Jie’s ward was just ahead.

The closer Jiang Kexin walked, the uglier her expression became.

She hadn’t expected this… Song Jie could even afford such a grand deluxe care ward?

Had Qin Jiang really hitched himself to a rich woman?

Jiang Kexin stood at the ward door and couldn’t help but peek through the viewing window.

She saw Song Jie half-reclining on the hospital bed.

His hospital gown was wide open. The wound on his waist had improved a bit, but the injury was still shocking to behold, and they were changing the dressing.

A woman in a soft pink dress had mature, gentle poise. Even her voice carried a warm, pleasant softness.

“Little Jie, after the dressing change I’ll push you out for a walk. Being trapped in bed these days must be stifling you…”

Sister Bingbing lowered her eyes, her long hair hiding most of her face—Jiang Kexin couldn’t see the woman’s appearance from her angle.

But some people, even from their silhouette, you can tell their temperament and looks must be outstanding.

And certainly, her beauty and poise were above Jiang Kexin’s.

At this moment, although Jiang Kexin was the one who had abandoned Song Jie, seeing an even more outstanding woman by his side…

The jealousy that belonged to women awoke in that instant.

“No… it’s not necessary, Sister Bingbing. Going outside might be inconvenient given your status. I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

Song Jie’s expression stiffened, his ears reddening again.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. During his breakup period his mind should be full of Kexin, yet a dazzling beauty like Sister Bingbing was tending to him carefully every day.

He truly… didn’t feel much like he was heartbroken.

Song Jie thought inwardly: It can only be said… Young Mistress Yan is just too awesome!

“It’s fine, I can wear a mask.”

Saying that, Sister Bingbing put on a mask, and after the nurse finished changing Song Jie’s dressing, she moved toward him.

Her manner seemed as if she intended to personally lift him into a wheelchair…

Song Jie started screaming internally in excitement.

Just as his whole body tensed, he smelled Sister Bingbing’s hair scent brush his nose, and then her hand touched his shoulder.

A cold, sinister voice interrupted it all. “Jie, I came specifically to see you.”

“Are you alright? Being ill is serious—let your official girlfriend take care of you personally…”

“You! You’re just a nurse, so have some discernment, will you? This isn’t your place; step aside!”

Jiang Kexin swaggered into the ward, covered in designer labels, her bag a limited edition brand—she came in thinking herself very classy.

She intended to chase away this “traitorous” female caregiver.

“Ke… Kexin? What are you doing here?”

Song Jie looked at Jiang Kexin coming in with disbelief, thinking he must be dreaming.

These days at night he often dreamed of when they were childhood sweethearts.

Back then in the countryside, although they often didn’t have enough to eat, they were pure and earnest.

When he caught Jiang Kexin cheating, he was indeed hurt, but more than that he felt she didn’t deserve it—she clearly had a brighter path to get these things. Why take shortcuts?

He even felt it was his failure to protect Kexin that led her astray.

But now…

Seeing her covered in designer labels with no remorse, claiming to be his girlfriend to deliberately put Sister Bingbing down.

Song Jie’s eyes, which had brightened at her arrival, suddenly dimmed.

“Jie, actually I only have you in my heart. Young Master Wu forced me—if I didn’t obey they’d hurt you. I only submitted to them to protect you…”

“But now, are you blaming me?”

“Jie, we grew up together, you know me best. My temperament is noble. I never lust after fame and fortune…”

“Or are you… disgusted with me for being dirty?”

Hearing Jiang Kexin’s self-narration, Song Jie wanted to laugh.

Ha… her self-proclaimed nobility was just that no one had been able to shake the price she set for herself before.

“Kexin, we’re already broken up.”

“Don’t cling to me.”

Song Jie now only wanted to get rid of Jiang Kexin. Although over a decade of affection wasn’t easy to let go, he would try his best.

Brother Jiang was right: one must experience wrong choices to understand what one truly wants.

He only wanted to finish his studies and start a business with Brother Jiang…

As for romance, he didn’t want to touch it again.

“Song Jie! How dare you say we’re breaking up?”

“I, Jiang Kexin, am the department belle of the Foreign Languages Department at Huajing University—being my boyfriend meant that I’ve always been a flower stuck in cow dung! Have some self-awareness!”

Jiang Kexin was furious with shame.

She immediately raised her arm, acting petulant as before, intending to hit Song Jie.

In the past, Song Jie had always silently endured and tolerated her.

This time would be no different.

However, the moment she lifted her arm this time, it was firmly clamped by a hand that squeezed her arm tightly.

“You… who are you?”

“Who are you to meddle in our business as a couple!”

Jiang Kexin knew that without Young Master Wu’s protection she would inevitably fall back into the mire.

But fortunately, she still had Song Jie.

Song Jie was always very responsible.

As long as—if she said she was pregnant.

For the sake of an innocent life, Song Jie would surely compassionately protect her from terminating the pregnancy and promise to provide for her and the child.

Song Jie’s love for Jiang Kexin was so unconditional.

Just like how Qin Jiang once loved Bai Chuchu…

“Jiang Kexin, you’re no longer worthy of hitting him!”

“Now, Song Jie belongs to me!”

“If you dare lay a finger on him, I’ll ruin your name and life…”

Jiang Kexin viciously tried to break free—she had nowhere left to retreat and had to cling to Song Jie, this man taking over the burden.

“You little bitch! You’re just a third party! I’ll beat you to death! Interfering between Jie and me… ruining our…”

Jiang Kexin went mad.

She just wanted Song Jie to return to the way he was.

Her struggle was so violent that she yanked Sister Bingbing’s mask off in one go.

The next moment, Song Jie widened his eyes.

He stood up and with his other hand slapped Jiang Kexin hard across the face.

Smack!!

A resounding slap.

“Jiang Kexin, since you’ve gone to work as a prostitute, don’t expect me to want a piece of trash like you!”

Song Jie’s slap landed.

He also shattered his own heart. He had loved Jiang Kexin deeply, but it ended here.

This woman was not worthy of his love.

In that moment he finally understood Brother Jiang’s pain…

So this was the taste of being betrayed by the one you love most.

It was so… it was so heart-wrenching!!