Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 585 - 529: Jun and Your Liangsheng Ending, Part 2: No Love 1
Jian Liangtong felt a bit stifled in her heart, looked down at Hao Hao, "Baby..."
"Mom." Hao Hao spoke, lifting his fair little face to look at Jian Liangtong, his eyes clear, "You don’t have to say anything, I understand."
"..."
Hao Hao then looked at Guan Yu, his little eyes firm, "Uncle Guan, can I talk to my mom for a bit before going back with you?"
Guan Yu was taken aback, nodded awkwardly, "Of course, of course."
Hao Hao continued to stare at Guan Yu.
Guan Yu was bewildered by his stare. After a moment, he suddenly realized something and took a breath of understanding, giving Hao Hao a sheepish smile, "I understand, I understand."
Guan Yu said that, and sensibly got into the car, leaving space for Jian Liangtong and Hao Hao.
Watching Guan Yu get into the car, a quick flicker passed through Hao Hao’s dark eyes. He turned and grabbed Jian Liangtong’s hand, saying, "Mom, I’ll come to find you tomorrow."
Tomorrow?
Jian Liangtong’s eyelids twitched, looking at Hao Hao in confusion, "Hao..."
However, before she could speak, Hao Hao let go of her hand, swiftly opened the car door, and his small body slipped into the car like a flash.
Before Jian Liangtong could react, Hao Hao’s little head poked out of the car window, "Wait for me."
Jian Liangtong’s expression was somewhat bewildered, and, acting faster than she could think, she nodded.
As the car drove away from her sight, Jian Liangtong’s bright eyes flickered with a sense of loss.
She reached out to touch the emptiness in her heart, stood in place for a moment, then left and returned to the Four Seasons District.
Qing She.
Xiao Nanqing lay slumped on the leather sofa as if he had no bones, his entire being exuding a lazy aura.
His long, narrow phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, watching through a small slit at the man sitting similarly on the sofa, downing glass after glass of wine, "Eighty thousand yuan wine, you’ve downed four bottles in one afternoon, doesn’t it pain you?"
The pain of it was secondary, what hurt was the wine itself!
Huo Shaojun didn’t look at him, his cold eyes were intensely red, perhaps from drinking too much or something else.
Xiao Nanqing tutted twice, "I say, have you all been collectively cursed lately? Lining up to come here and act gloomy, my eyes are getting sore from watching you all."
First, it was Lei Yicheng, who for some unknown reason, came here drinking wine like he was a bull.
Then it was Gu Yan, that fool, probably got scolded by his own mother because of Nie Xiaoxing again, his face looking as foul as muck in a latrine, also drinking here until he didn’t even know who he was.
And now, it’s Huo Shaojun...
So, what bad luck has he had lately?
Xiao Nanqing pursed his lips quietly, saying, "Fourth brother, you’ve been drinking all afternoon, at least make a sound."
Indeed.
These three came to him to drown their sorrows.
Yet they all look dead.
Drinking the whole time without saying a word.
He’s lucky he’s not very curious, or he’d suffocate!
Xiao Nanqing humphed, lifting his wrist to check the time, there was still some time before someone arrived home.
Xiao Nanqing narrowed his eyes, contemplating idly, better than doing nothing...
Xiao Nanqing’s smile flared suddenly, sitting upright from the sofa, he leaned his long arm against the back of the sofa behind Huo Shaojun, cocking his head casually to look at Huo Shaojun, "Let me guess, could the reason for our pure-hearted Mr. Huo to be down enough to drown his sorrows be because of some matter, or... someone, a woman?"
Huo Shaojun directly grabbed the wine bottle on the table, tilting his head back to pour it down his throat.
Seeing this, Xiao Nanqing’s phoenix eyes narrowed tightly, the curve of his lips suddenly flattened, a dark look took over his exceptionally handsome face as he reached out and snatched the wine bottle from Huo Shaojun’s hand, "Are you fucking crazy? Drinking like this, are you trying to kill yourself? If you want to die, get out and die elsewhere!"
Huo Shaojun suddenly laughed, covering his eyes with one long hand, then leaning his head back on the sofa. He said, "I don’t believe it."
His voice was hoarse, heavily nasal.
Xiao Nanqing relaxed his brow bone, frowning tightly as he glared at him, "Make yourself clear!"
Huo Shaojun removed his hand from his cold eyes, squinting slightly with bloodshot eyes at Xiao Nanqing, "She said she doesn’t love me anymore, I don’t believe it."
"..." Xiao Nanqing’s mouth twitched hard.
He opened his mouth to say something, but found that in this regard, he really didn’t know what to say.
A friendship from childhood.
The Huo Shaojun he knew had never been talkative, his character was dull, never showing joy or anger on his face, but among their brothers, he spoke more than he did in front of outsiders.
But these past few years, even among them, Huo Shaojun spoke very rarely.
Several times he wanted to ask, is there a thorn in your throat? Does it hurt every time you speak, or what?
Damn, why was it so difficult to get him to say a single word?
"If love can end with a mere declaration, then what kind of love is that." Huo Shaojun still smiled, and even shook his head.
He didn’t believe it.
She doesn’t love him anymore!
Xiao Nanqing stared at him, "Someone once told me something. Love is not possession, it’s respecting her, letting her go free. If the woman he loves lives unhappily because of him, he’d rather never have come to this world."
Huo Shaojun leaned on the sofa; it’s unclear if he heard what Xiao Nanqing said just now.
Xiao Nanqing looked at Huo Shaojun’s sharp profile, not hearing him speak, so he didn’t continue.
The words he just said were what Huo Chengjin repeated night after night, drunk and miserable.
Four Seasons District.
Jian Liangtong got out of the taxi, just about to walk towards the district gate.
"Liang Tong..."
A gentle, soft female voice came from behind.
Jian Liangtong paused her steps, turning around to look.
Under the dim streetlight, a woman stood poised, against the light, making it hard for Jian Liangtong to see her face clearly.
She walked gracefully towards her.
Jian Liangtong felt that her walk was somewhat familiar.
Getting closer.
Jian Liangtong recognized the woman’s face and her almond eyes widened in surprise, "Sirou?"
Wen Sirou took off her sunglasses, smiled gently at Jian Liangtong, and said, "I’ve finally been waiting for you."
Jian Liangtong was stunned, "Waiting for me?"
"Yes." Wen Sirou lowered her head and reached out to hold one of Jian Liangtong’s hands, "I’ve been waiting for you here for almost four hours."
"..." Jian Liangtong was too shocked to say anything.
He Xinyun had been at home waiting for Jian Liangtong, wanting to ask her about Hao Hao.
To her surprise, when she finally saw her return, there was a gentle and cultured girl following behind Jian Liangtong.
He Xinyun swallowed the words she was about to say and looked at Wen Sirou for a second before looking at Jian Liangtong questioningly.
Jian Liangtong was just about to introduce her.
Wen Sirou spoke first, "Auntie, hello, my name is Wen Sirou. You can call me Sirou, or Rou Rou."
Wen Sirou spoke with confidence and in a steady tone, quite unlike her delicate appearance.
"Wen Sirou?" He Xinyun was surprised and stared at Jian Liangtong, "The lead actress in Bai Qiao’s film?"
He Xinyun isn’t very interested in the entertainment world.
She only knows some aspects because Jian Liangtong entered this circle.
What she knows is all related to Jian Liangtong’s work.
She has some impression of Wen Sirou because she knew Bai Qiao was making a movie, and Jian Liangtong, as the manager, had to follow along.
So He Xinyun went online to follow the main actors of the film and some related news.
"Yes." Jian Liangtong nodded, speaking to Wen Sirou, "My mom."
Wen Sirou laughed, "I know. Auntie and you look at least eighty percent alike. I can tell she must have been an even more beautiful woman than you in her youth."
"Ha." Jian Liangtong laughed.
He Xinyun felt a bit embarrassed and quickly invited Wen Sirou to sit inside the house.
Wen Sirou stepped forward, holding onto Jian Liangtong’s arm, her lips suddenly close to Jian Liangtong’s ear.
Jian Liangtong was startled, instinctively turning her head to avoid her, and looked at Wen Sirou in surprise.
Wen Sirou smiled serenely, expressing nothing unusual, "What’s wrong?"
Jian Liangtong twitched her lips.
She too wondered what was wrong with her.
Wen Sirou pursed her lips but suddenly moved even closer to Jian Liangtong’s ear.
Goosebumps erupted on Jian Liangtong’s arms as she was tempted to leap away.
"I have my period," Wen Sirou said, timing it just before Jian Liangtong could jump away.
Jian Liangtong was taken aback, staring at Wen Sirou and mouthing silently, "Aunt Flo?"
Wen Sirou looked into Jian Liangtong’s clear eyes, her face blushing slightly, nodding with a small smile.
Jian Liangtong inhaled deeply, suddenly understanding.
Her previous actions were probably attempts to communicate this but were embarrassed and fearful her mother might hear.
Thinking of this, Jian Liangtong called out to He Xinyun, who was in the kitchen washing fruit, "Mom, we’re going inside to rest a bit."
"Go ahead." He Xinyun’s voice came from the kitchen.
Jian Liangtong’s room had its own private bathroom.
Wen Sirou had been inside for almost twenty minutes.
Jian Liangtong felt a bit worried for her, got up, walked to the door, and asked, "Sirou, are you okay?"
Wen Sirou didn’t respond.
Jian Liangtong waited for about a minute.
"Sirou..."
Jian Liangtong had just spoken.
The door was opened from the inside.
Jian Liangtong blinked, her expression a little dazed.
Wen Sirou now stood wrapped in only one of Jian Liangtong’s towels, her smooth long hair tied up high, revealing a delicate and soft face that was flawless.
Except...
Jian Liangtong couldn’t quite understand her current outfit.
Didn’t she say Aunt Flo came?
Wen Sirou’s eyes moved gently, slightly lowered her lashes, "My skirt got dirty, so..."
Jian Liangtong rolled her eyes and understood.
So she turned and walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a plain white loose T-shirt and white shorts, walked to Wen Sirou, and handed them to her, "Here."
Wen Sirou glanced at the clothes and shorts in her hand, pursed her lips, and accepted them, looking at her, "Yours?"
"Who else?" Jian Liangtong said.
Wen Sirou’s gaze softened a bit, holding the clothes with her fingers slightly pinched inward.
"Hurry, put them on." Jian Liangtong urged.
"Liang Tong..."
Jian Liangtong looked at her, "What?"
"Could you..." Wen Sirou’s face was very red, "Could you lend me one..."
In the short sentence, Wen Sirou paused several times, not finishing it clearly.
