Chapter 177 Sir, Don't you remember Wei Ming's dea
sharp slap, Jian Tong slapped himself hard across both cheeks!Everyone can, but Shen Xiujin cannot!Her heart pounded wildly in her chest... Even if she were locked back in the cell next to the toilet,...A black Bentley drove into a tree-lined path. The towering trees on both sides bowed as the car passed through an iron gate, through the garden, and deeper inside.
He gently parked at the door. Shen Xiujin got out of the car first and then bent down to carry the woman from inside the car.
The woman's eyes were vacant, letting him hold her.
"Mr. Lu, you're back" Xia, the butler, came out. As his gaze fell upon the woman in Shen Xiuqin's arms whose clothes were disheveled, and saw the man’s suit she was wearing, he paused abruptly.
His lips, parched and thin, moved slightly as he forced a smile and bowed his back.
As the man walked past him, the old butler secretly glanced at him. Just that glance made him widen his eyes in alarm and stare fixedly at the glaring red.
"Sir, let me take that for you," the old butler hurried forward, his throat dryly said, reaching out a hand, wanting to take over Shen Xiujin's horizontally held little Jian Tong and conveniently tucked in his palm, the red notebook.
The old butler wanted to reach for the red notebook, hoping to get a closer look at it. Unexpectedly, the man took a large step aside, dodging his attempt. After stepping back, he continued walking forward, saying lightly, "It's getting late, Butler Xia, you should rest."
Summer Butler refused to give up: "This matter..."
"There's no need for Xia the Butler to bother with this," the man said indifferently.
But...
Xia Guanjia was still arguing.
Suddenly!
Shen Xiujin suddenly stopped in his tracks, holding the person in his arms motionless. His slender waist leaned back halfway, and with a cold glance, he scanned Xia Guanjia's relentless old face behind him. Suddenly, the corner of his lips curled up slightly, but it was laced with coldness, his eyes like ice blades aimed at Xia Guanjia: "You just need to do your part."
The warning is clear as day!
Summer Butler's face, weathered and rough like old bark, was ashen white. His eyes burned with unwillingness, gritting his teeth and swallowing his anger again and again.
Tap, tap, tap…
The footsteps ahead grew fainter. Xia Guanjia suddenly raised his head, glaring at Shen Xiujin's back with a mix of anger and resentment: "Sir, do you remember Wei Ming Do you remember...the inhumane persecution Wei Ming suffered before her death"
The old butler's eyes were filled with unbearable pain, his voice almost a whisper as he muttered bitterly, his words carrying a hint of reproach!
Jian Tong's empty eyes flickered for a moment, a faint, barely perceptible glimmer of light. But before it could bloom, it dimmed and vanished... No one saw that in her hollow gaze, there was a fleeting trace of mockery as she watched the scene unfold... Harm others only to end up harming oneself, eh~ Was Wei Ming's horrific persecution before death That was originally a grand play Xia Wei Ming had prepared for Jian Tong...
Shen Xiujin raised his foot, paused in mid-air, and then slowly landed, facing away from the old housekeeper, saying flatly, "Her affairs can wait."
After speaking, without lingering, he carried the person in his arms up to the second floor.
Summer Butler stared at that slender back, his old eyes a little lost... Sir, just like this
Even when he brought up Wei Ming, even when he mentioned Wei Ming's death, did the master not show a shred of tenderness or longing
The old butler pursed his lips tightly… it was all that fox spirit, Jian Tong!
It must be that fox spirit, Jian Tong, who has beguiled the master!
Otherwise, otherwise... how could Mr. have no tenderness for Wei Ming at all
But… Jian Tong, this vixen's good days are numbered!
The old butler remembered the old master's instructions over the phone, and his eyes couldn't help but gleam with a twisted excitement of revenge.
In the bedroom, Shen Xiujin tucked the woman into the blankets and touched her forehead: "I have some things to talk about with Summer Butler. You're tired, go to sleep quickly. Don't... overthink things."
That kind of tenderness, that warmth, Jian Tong's hollow eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, like a living dead person, indifferent to the outside world.
As Shen Xiujian turned away, he thought to himself: "I'm sorry, little one."
The next second, the remorse in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a possessive obsession... I'm sorry, but I will never let go!
There was a faint voice in my heart whispering: Shen Xiujin, you can't let go. Once you let go, she will fly away.
The sound bothered him, making him cling to her with even more obsession.
The tighter you grip the sand, the faster it leaks away...owed, his breath hitching. He looked down at the woman huddled in the cupboard with an unbearably heartbroken gaze.A low voice, suddenly rose: “So that’s how it is, what kind of way is this”His voice...