My Husband, Warm The Bed

Jian Ran was crying. Her tears fell drop by drop onto the snow-white skin that he had ravaged just now, as if reminding him of her evil deeds.

And those tearful eyes, looking at him, clearly reflected his loss of composure.

Qin Yue was dumbstruck for a moment, the manic person in his eyes … Was it really him?

Myself... How could he lose his composure like this?

Qin Yue couldn't understand.

He just couldn't understand how he would end up like that.

Qin Yue let out a deep sigh, then gently approached Jian Ran and carefully kissed the tears on her face.

The tears were very, very bitter, very astringent. They had always been bitter in Qin Yue's heart, but now, he felt an unprecedented pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry." "No," he said.

Qin Yue apologized and left in a hurry.

The door closed heavily, blocking Jian Ran's line of sight. She could not see Qin Yue's figure anymore.

Lowering her head, looking at the clothes on her body that were ripped to pieces, Jian Ran felt so much pain in her heart that she was about to cry again.

She quickly took a deep breath and forced the tears that were on the verge of falling back into her eyes, not allowing herself to cry again.

She leaned back against the door, raised her head, cupped her face in her hands, and took another deep breath.

Qin Yue, a man who had suddenly barged into her life without any preparation.

Gradually, unconsciously, she began to care about him, what he thought of her, whether he knew her past or not.

Right now, she still did not have the courage to tell him about what had happened in the capital. She didn't know how he would view her after knowing, but would he also misunderstand her and look down on her, like many others?

Jian Ran was very uncertain, so she had never dared to mention it to him. It was because she didn't want him to know how terrible her family was.

She even thought that when he found out the truth, it might be the day the two of them parted ways.

"Buzz, buzz ~ ~ ~"

In the silence of the space, the phone on the table hummed, giving Jian Ran a fright.

She dragged her skirt and picked up the phone. On the screen, there was a string of numbers, which meant that the number was not in her contact book.

Although it was not in the contact list, Jian Ran still had an impression of this number.

Her phone was still ringing, but Jian Ran's finger still had not come down. She was struggling in her heart, should she pick it up or not?

After thinking about it, Jian Ran decided to listen to what that person wanted to say to her.

At the last moment, Jian Ran's finger moved and connected to the phone.

After the call connected, no one on either end of the phone spoke. It was so quiet that one could hear the other person's breathing coming from the phone.

After a long while, the opposing party's Jian Xin spoke first.

"Of course, are you free tomorrow?" Let's meet somewhere. "

Jian Xin's warm and gentle voice travelled from the phone into Jian Ran's ears, it was still as charming and pleasant to listen to as it was back then.

Jian Ran still remembered Ling Feiyu's voice saying that she was born to seduce men by calling them. No wonder Gu Nanjing was caught off guard by her so quickly.

"Of course …"

Jian Ran did not reply, but the person on the other side tried to call him again.

Three years ago, when Jian Ran found out that she was being brutalized by the netizens and that it was all part of Jian Xin's scheme, she had told herself that she didn't have a big sister anymore and that her big sister had already died at that time.

Now, after receiving Jian Xin's call three years later, the hatred and hatred in her heart back then, as well as all kinds of emotions, had already slowly faded away.

Why punish yourself for what others have done wrong?

This was what Jian Ran told him.

"Of course, I want to talk to you about Mom."

However, during the past three years, he had completely ignored her. Compared to the little things his mother could not choose to do to him, she was even more overbearing.

"Tell me the time and place."

In the end, Jian Ran compromised. She needed to know the condition of her mother's body.

"I've looked up a strategy book. I heard that there's a restaurant in the Peace Road of Jiangbei that has good tasty dishes. How about we meet there tomorrow at noon?"

Tomorrow is Saturday, so Jian Ran was free to rest.

After hanging up the phone, Jian Ran stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. The shoulder straps of her dress had been torn by Qin Yue, revealing her white shoulders.

If others were to see her like this, they would hear some nasty words from her, so she definitely could not allow this to happen.

There were no new clothes here, so she had to think of a way to clean them up.

Jian Ran was born a clothing designer, it was normal for her to cut cloth when she was designing, and her hand skills were also very strong, it should be possible to change the condition of the dress she was wearing.

She quickly came up with an idea.

She tied her small cape into a bow and tied it to her shoulder sash so that not only could she not see the broken shoulder sash, but she could also hide the kiss mark that Qin Yue had left on her neck.

Hm!

Looking at her new dress that was completed DIY, Jian Ran was very satisfied.

After confirming that there was nothing on him that could be criticized, Jian Ran finally opened the door and left.

But she absolutely did not expect that Qin Yue, who she thought had long left, was standing at the door. When she opened the door, her gaze met his.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke, not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was awkward.

In the end, it was Jian Ran who spoke first, "About that, I want to go back first."

She lowered her head, not wanting to look into his eyes. It was hard to tell what sort of strange feeling of rejection she felt in her heart.

"Yes." He gave a little grunt, reached over, took her hand, and led her away.

She tried to shake his hand away, but held back.

She was his wife, wasn't she? What had just happened, she treated it as him exercising his power over her as a husband.

While Jian Ran was finding an excuse for herself in her heart, Qin Yue had already led her into the carriage.

The driver, Old Wei, peeked at the two silent people in the backseat through the rearview mirror and carefully asked, "Young Master, where are we going?"

"Going home." Qin Yue said indifferently, then closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat.

He looked calm on the surface, but his heart was pounding.

Qin Yue also didn't know what was wrong with him. He, who had always had a strong self-control, was actually unable to control his emotions in front of Jian Ran just now.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit.

Had it not been for her tears, he thought he might have made an irreparable mistake.

Fortunately, nothing had happened. He hadn't done anything to hurt her. He and she could still live a good life together.