Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 544 - 499: Jun and Your Liangsheng Ending, Middle Part: Do You Still Like Me 1

Chapter 544: Chapter 499: Jun and Your Liangsheng Ending, Middle Part: Do You Still Like Me 1

He clearly no longer wanted her.

But why now, did she see nothing but painful obsession in his eyes?

Death?

This word, she had thought about thousands, tens of thousands of times.

But if she died, would it really be liberation?

Maybe for her, it would indeed be liberation.

But for those who still live in this world, those who care about her, it would be endless harm.

Jian Liangtong closed her eyes, her tear-streaked face pressed against his cold cheek, she cried continuously, hoarsely and sadly asking him, "Do you still like me?"

Huo Shaojun’s heartstrings trembled violently, his knuckles turned white with tension, and he sneered, "Does it matter?"

It matters, how could it not?

Jian Liangtong lifted her tearstained little face, her cool palm touching his face, "Little brother..."

She called him.

That "little brother" seemed to come from afar, across mountains and rivers.

Huo Shaojun felt a stir within, his cold eyes also flooded with heat, his stern face lightly trembling, staring at Jian Liangtong.

"You know, you actually don’t like me anymore. You just hate me." Jian Liangtong’s heart was already riddled with wounds.

Saying these words just sharpened the thorns and reopened those wounds.

She knew, these wounds would heal eventually.

Maybe in ten years, maybe twenty years.

Even if they couldn’t heal.

At least when she recalls them in old age, they wouldn’t hurt as much.

Huo Shaojun’s pupils shrank, his jaw tightened coldly.

"I’m twenty-four this year, you are thirty-one. Since I met you at the age of five, it has been almost twenty years. Looking back now, the innocent childhood was the lightest, freest, and happiest time. In my heart, I always thought that no matter how many unpleasant things happened between us, we would never truly hate each other."

Jian Liangtong’s voice grew increasingly hoarse, "But you hate me! Because you think I am a stain on your life, a disgrace. You think I’m dirty..."

Jian Liangtong’s fingers, which were on his face, suddenly curled up, as if afraid of really tainting him.

She urgently withdrew her hand, clenching tightly.

Her eyes showed a bit of weakness, "You always say I’m heartless, so you think I’ve had a smooth and successful life these past few years. But I haven’t, not at all. So, so look, you hate me, and I haven’t lived as well as you imagined, isn’t there some balance in your heart?"

"..." Huo Shaojun stared at her, his face growing increasingly unsightly.

"You are a big star, also the heir of the Huo family, you have everything you want, there’s really no need to be angry with a woman as insignificant as me. Someone dirty like me isn’t worth your hatred at all."

Jian Liangtong’s heart seemed to be slashed into pieces by a sharp blade.

She tightly clenched her fingers, her spine straight as a rod, crimson eyes staring at him, "I’m not worthy! I don’t even have the right to be remembered by you! I shouldn’t have appeared in your memory! You..."

"Shut up!" Huo Shaojun’s icy eyes glared viciously at Jian Liangtong, his hands clasped on her shoulders, tense with restrained veins protruding terrifyingly.

Jian Liangtong’s pale cheeks trembled fiercely, her wide almond eyes staring at Huo Shaojun in fear, her throat quivered with movement.

She thought he persisted in pestering her because he hated her!

All his pestering was because he couldn’t stand her living well!

Huo Shaojun, extreme in anger, laughed instead.

His handsome face was a bit hideous at the moment, "You’re right! I just hate you, can’t stand you living well, can’t stand your smooth sailing! Someone like you doesn’t deserve a good life! That’s exactly what I think! So Jian Liangtong, you listen, listen closely. From today on, you’re going to have bad luck!"

"..." Jian Liangtong’s heart trembled, looking at his fierce face, "What do you want to do?"

Huo Shaojun gazed coldly at Jian Liangtong, his tone sinister to the extreme, "You’ll soon know what I want to do!"

After saying this, Huo Shaojun suddenly pulled Jian Liangtong off him.

Really pulled!

Jian Liangtong, naked, fell awkwardly onto the back seat.

By the time she hurriedly covered herself, he had already pushed open the car door and disappeared into the night.

It was like someone poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

Her entire body felt cold from head to toe!

What was he going to do?

Jian Liangtong sat at Houtan all night, returning to Yu Yang Apartment in the morning with cold hands and feet.

She went to the bathroom to fill a tub with hot water, throwing herself in with her clothes on to soak.

She didn’t know how long she soaked like that.

Hao Hao slept in Jian Liangtong’s room that night, getting up to go to the bathroom.

He entered to see Jian Liangtong lying in the bathtub with her eyes open, the red in her eyes like a spider web across them.

Hao Hao was so scared his little face turned pale, thinking he saw a ghost.

He took a breath, clenched his small hands, standing tensely at the door watching Jian Liangtong, not daring to speak loudly, "Mom."

As soon as Hao Hao spoke, Jian Liangtong turned her head.

Honestly, the scene was eerie.

Hao Hao’s breath shook, gripping his hands tighter, speaking even softer, "I want to use the restroom."

Jian Liangtong stared at Hao Hao, her brow slightly furrowed, eyes filled with confusion, as though recognizing him.

For a while.

Jian Liangtong’s long eyelashes blinked as if finally recognizing Hao Hao.

With a splash.

Jian Liangtong stood up from the bathtub, bringing up a splash of water.

The wet clothes clung to her body, she reached out for a towel from the cabinet shelf to wrap around herself, stepping out of the tub.

It seemed she was a normal person again, using the corner of the towel to wipe her wet long hair, smiling while walking to Hao Hao, bending down to kiss his brow, "My precious son is shy now. Is it because mom’s here that you’re embarrassed to use the restroom?"

Hao Hao, "..."

Jian Liangtong reached out to touch Hao Hao’s little head again, then smiled and walked out of the bathroom.

Hao Hao, "..." stood stiffly at the door.

After a long while, he turned around and looked at Jian Liangtong.

He saw Jian Liangtong take out a hairdryer and walk to the dressing table, drying her hair.

Hao Hao blinked, stood at the door for a while longer, and then walked into the bathroom.

The next day, Jian Liangtong went as agreed with Ruan Chen to meet Mr. Shi Lang.

The meeting location was at Ruan Chen’s house.

In the study.

Jian Liangtong lay on a black rocking chair, while Mr. Shi Lang sat on a chair in front of her.

There was an incense burner at the foot of the rocking chair, its fragrance light and pleasant, so relaxing it burdened no one.

"Miss Jian, do you have a son?" Mr. Shi Lang asked.

"Yes." Jian Liangtong nodded.

"I also have a son. How old is Miss Jian’s son?"

"Almost four." Jian Liangtong’s lips curled into a gentle smile.

Shi Lang’s gaze was also gentle, "My son is already seven years old, I love him dearly, he is an angel gifted to me by God."

"Yes. I love him dearly too. But..."

It wasn’t clear if it was the overly gentle voice of Shi Lang, or the pleasant aroma in the room.

As Jian Liangtong spoke, she slightly closed her eyes, her voice infused with a laziness that suggested she was about to fall asleep, "I am a failed mother."

"Oh?" Shi Lang questioned.

"I am ill, unable to care for him well, often even needing him to care for me," Jian Liangtong said softly, her voice becoming hoarse.

Shi Lang noticed Jian Liangtong’s eyebrows furrow, her expression pained, and self-reproachful, "You don’t want it to be this way."

"..." Jian Liangtong didn’t reply, as if she had fallen asleep.

Mr. Shi Lang took out a pocket watch and glanced at the time.

Then he got up and left the study.

In the living room, Ruan Chen watched Shi Lang come out of the study, his brows slightly furrowed.

Mr. Shi Lang approached him.

Ruan Chen glanced in the direction of the study, "How is she?"

"Asleep," Shi Lang said.

Ruan Chen lowered his eyes, looking at Shi Lang with slight suspicion.

Shi Lang sat on the single sofa to the side, "Mr. Ruan, won’t you sit?"

Ruan Chen squinted, pursed his lips, and sat down.

Shi Lang looked at Ruan Chen, "From the first moment I saw Miss Jian, I noticed her expression was somewhat dazed, her face haggard, her brows knit, and she was heavily guarded."

Ruan Chen had noticed as well.

This Jian Liangtong was in a worse mental state than she was a few days ago.

"Is her situation very dire?" Ruan Chen asked gravely.

"You could say that!" Shi Lang said seriously, "Miss Jian is now completely tense, her spirit extremely fragile, this situation is very dangerous, a slight misstep could lead to suicide, breakdown, or mental disorder. Mr. Ruan..."

"Ah..."

Before Shi Lang could finish, a sharp cry from Jian Liangtong came from the study.

Ruan Chen’s expression changed abruptly, and he immediately got up and rushed toward the study.

Shi Lang’s face tightened, and he quickly followed.

In the study.

Jian Liangtong clung tightly to the two armrests of the rocking chair, her pale and slender arms showing the bones because of the force, the veins beneath her fair skin swelling twice in size, causing quite a frightful sight.

Ruan Chen clenched his hand, stepped forward to hold her arched shoulders, his expression stern, "Tongtong, wake up."

"Ah... Go away, go away, don’t touch me, don’t touch me..."

"Ah..."

"I’m so scared, I’m so scared, brother, save me, save me..."

"Get away, all of you get away from me, ah..."

"The child, sob... save my child, please save my child..."

"Ah woo..."

"..."

A great pain swept through Ruan Chen’s heart.

His eyes crimson, he turned to glare at Shi Lang.

Shi Lang tightly pressed his lips, quickly walked to the desk, opened the medic kit he brought, and took out a sedative.

Then quickly walked over to Jian Liangtong, "Hold her down."

"Let go of me... No..."

Jian Liangtong pleaded desperately, her hands hopelessly gripping the armrests, her hair tangled, sticking wetly to her pale little face.

Ruan Chen panted heavily, red-eyed, lowered his head, and heavily kissed the center of her hair, then sternly glared at Shi Lang.

Shi Lang furrowed his brow, holding her arm down, inserting the needle into the protruding vein in Jian Liangtong’s arm.

The liquid in the syringe fully entered Jian Liangtong’s vein.

Shi Lang withdrew the needle.

Soon, the agitated Jian Liangtong calmed down.

Seeing Jian Liangtong’s gradually relaxing arms, Ruan Chen took a deep breath, collected himself, and let go of Jian Liangtong.

Shi Lang also breathed out, tossed the syringe into the trash can.

For a moment.

Shi Lang lifted his head to look at Ruan Chen, "You’ve seen for yourself, Miss Jian’s situation is very grim now."