Chapter 44 The sour smell of love
After returning from Liu's house, Fan Ren and Liu Jun were sitting in the car, smelling of alcohol.
"Second brother, you didn't tell me your dad is such a drinker."
"You didn't even ask."
Fan Ren reached out and rubbed his dizzy head. He originally wanted to discuss the meeting with Ye Hongzhi with him, but now it seems that he should talk about it tomorrow.
"Come to my office tomorrow to discuss how to deal with Deli. Just drop me off at the front gate of the park. I'll walk around by myself."
Su Yurou glanced at the rearview mirror, shook her head and said with a smile: "That won't work. I'm afraid you'll fall when you walk like this."
Then he glanced at Liu Jun in a reproachful manner and said vaguely: "It's all your fault."
Liu Jun grinned and glanced at Su Yurou's cuffs. On her originally empty wrist, a crystal clear emerald green bracelet had been put on.
"nice!"
Hearing this, Su Yurou blushed slightly, but she was not too embarrassed. She shook her arms slightly, revealing more of her cuffs.
This was a pair of bracelets that Liu Jianhua solemnly handed to her before leaving.
The relics of Liu Jun’s biological mother.
It was obvious that her identity had been officially recognized.
Fan Ren sat in the back seat, looking at the two people in front of him being affectionate with each other, and immediately muttered, "It seems that this gift money can't be avoided."
"Of course. My husband and I work for you. If the gift money is too little, don't blame me for diluting your wedding wine."
"Hate it, what nonsense, Mr. Fan is not that kind of person. Thank you, Mr. Fan, please slow down, and remember to put some water aside before going to bed."
The car stopped in front of the sea of stars. Su Yurou glared at Liu Jun coquettishly, then told Fan Ren in a tender voice to be careful.
Fan Ren looked at the row in front of him and saw Liu Jun, who was so bewitched that he became mentally retarded. He shook his head helplessly, said goodbye, opened the door and got out of the car.
The car carrying the loving couple inside slowly drove away. Fan Ren did not go upstairs to his office immediately, but sat down at the door.
Taking out a cigarette from his pocket, Fan Ren lit one for himself, took a deep breath, and stared at the road under the dim street lights for a long time.
I did drink a little too much.
The faces he had met over the years flashed before his mind, and Fan Ren sometimes smiled and sometimes looked bitter.
When he was young, he would fight with people in the welfare home who were several years older than him just for a bite of food. Of course, he was no match for them as he was still thin at that time. He was woken up by the pain several times in the middle of the night because of turning over in his sleep.
Later, when he was in junior high school, at Hope Middle School, he was surrounded by kids with similar backgrounds to him.
How pitiful can a group of children who are not loved by their fathers and mothers be?
Fan Ren still remembers the little boy who picked up bottles with him. After eating a few meat buns given to him by a stranger, the little boy disappeared from his life.
He didn't know whether the little boy had grown up now, but he could vaguely guess that it was probably not good.
He's like Ah Dai, with a stubborn bad habit, and will listen to whoever treats him nicely.
A series of random memories flashed through my mind. During middle school, I was taken care of by teachers because of my good grades and poor family background.
When I was in college, I was helped overtly and covertly by several of my roommates.
There is also the image of the girl who would eat, chat, and stroll under the sycamore tree with him from time to time during the past three years.
Fan Ren subconsciously locked these images deep in his mind.
Then a face with a mature temperament appeared in front of me. The charming phoenix eyes of a woman are always the focus of attention at the first moment.
However, the little bit of beauty that had just arisen was broken by the act of offering oneself to the bed in the morning just in exchange for a patent.
Fan Ren frowned and shook his head, trying to drive out the image of Jin Qiaoying being extremely humiliated this morning from his mind.
When I opened my eyes again, that face seemed even more real.
"Miss Jin!"
Fan Ren's scream rang out in the quiet night.
Jin Qiaoying's fair face no longer had the confidence she had in the past. She was still wearing the clothes she wore this morning, with a trolley suitcase behind her.
She didn't say anything, but sat down on the ground next to Fan Ren. She took the cigarette from his mouth with her slender fingers and put it into her red lips without any disgust.
"In the seven years since I took over the China region of Sanxin Group, the market growth and revenue have been the fastest and highest in the world."
Fan Ren put away his frightened expression and looked sideways at Jin Qiaoying who was talking to herself in front of him. The fragrance left by the slender hand just now came to his nose, which made him slightly dazed.
"For the past seven years, I have personally secured each of Sanxin's investments and collaborations in China, and have personally handled subsequent issues without getting tired of it." Fan Ren believes this. Without her, Sanxin, as a multinational foreign company, would have found it difficult to get along so harmoniously with Xinghai.
"My purpose in doing all this is not to show off my image as a strong woman and gain some status in the headquarters."
Fan Ren's whole body suddenly shook, and the heaviness on his shoulder made him dare not move.
Jin Qiaoying leaned her head against Fan Ren's shoulder, as if she suddenly felt some support and subconsciously moved her body closer.
"I just want to move my mother's ashes to the family cemetery and bury them with my father, instead of leaving them alone outside."
"I really just want my mom to be with my dad down there so she doesn't feel so lonely. Why is it so difficult?"
Jin Qiaoying's tears began to flow uncontrollably, but she did not wipe them away, letting the tears flow down and wet Fan Ren's shoulders.
The air became quiet.
Fan Ren also suddenly realized.
The word "mother" is particularly sacred to him.
At this moment, he finally understood why Jin Qiaoying had ridiculously proposed to give herself to Fan Ren in the morning.
After Jin Qiaoying's father passed away, Jin Ze's mother was driven out of the Jin family by Jin Ze's mother and died alone soon after.
The ashes are simply kept in the temple.
She was still young at that time and did not have the ability to handle these things, so everything was done by Jinze's biological mother.
Even now, as the mistress of the Jin family, if she wants to move her mother's ashes back to be buried with her father, she must get the approval of Jin Ze's mother.
The cold wind of late winter blew, and Fan Ren shivered as he felt the chill from his shoulders that were wet with tears.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw Jin Qiaoying, a girl with long, beautiful black hair, wearing only thin clothes.
But she didn't seem that cold.
Perhaps I no longer care about these physical feelings.
"Sister Jin, it's cold here, come with me."
As he spoke, he reached out to hold Jin Qiaoying's shoulder and tried to stand up, but found that Jin Qiaoying could hardly stand up.
Fan Ren didn't care about much else. He quickly bent down and picked her up horizontally. He kicked the suitcase forward with his foot and ran into the building.
After going up the stairs and entering the office, Fan Ren put Jin Qiaoying on his folding bed.
After he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that there was not a trace of warmth from Jin Qiaoying's body.
"Sister Jin, lie down for a while. I'll make you some hot tea to warm you up."
As Fanren spoke, he walked to the coffee table and turned on the kettle.
After thinking for a while, he took the instant coffee that he didn't drink much and poured two bottles into the cup.
Turning her head to look at the folding bed, perhaps because her body began to warm up and recover from hypothermia, Jin Qiaoying finally began to tremble.
Fan Ren made the coffee and walked to the bed holding the cup.
"Sister Jin, drink something to get rid of the cold."
Jin Qiaoying's face was pale from the cold, and her eyes subconsciously revealed a hint of longing as she looked at the hot coffee.
Since they had already hugged each other, Fan Ren didn't think about the difference between men and women. He kept his arm around her shoulders and helped her sit up.
Jin Qiaoying's body was still trembling, and Fan Ren quickly brought the quilt to her moist lips.
Her red lips opened slightly, and the coffee flowed into her mouth, but Jin Qiaoying's brows furrowed slightly.
"Instant?"
"what?"
Looking at Fanren's puzzled expression with his mouth open, Jin Qiaoying smiled for the first time today.
"It's hard for you too."
She stopped struggling and slowly drank the coffee.
(End of this chapter)
