Different paths to the same destination?

How can different paths lead to the same destination?

The real world is not like filming an idol drama. You can't come back after going around in circles. Even if you come back, you are here to take half of your life.

Jiang Yi and Lin Jingzhou are not even grudges in the world.

At most, it can only be a premature death in the world of mortals.

It's just an acquaintance who's blocked all the ways out and has no results.

"What did he say?"

As soon as Qian Xingzhi got in the car, Jiang Yi's faint questioning voice came.

"I didn't say anything," Qian Xingzhi responded without changing his expression, starting the car and heading back to Yuyuan.

It was not until a long time later that the matter was revealed, that Qian Xingzhi realized how damaging his concealment and failure to report today was.

The rain on October 8 came just in time.

The continuous hot weather was washed away by this autumn rain.

Jiang Yi came out of the police station and leaned on the back seat, lost in thought.

But often at times like this, Qian Xingzhi would not bother her.

Is this often the case?

many!

At least he saw it often during this short period of time.

"I have heard the story about you and Lin Jingzhou before."

Outside the car, the wipers were working and there was a slight sound.

The person who was closing his eyes to rest his mind laughed lightly when he heard Qian Xingzhi's words: "The rumors must be very beautiful."

The past between her and Lin Jingzhou was once a favorite story among many people.

It used to be a good story.

Now it seems that it is just a tool used by the Lin family to establish Lin Jingzhou's personality.

A person who wants to be in a high position in the future is not allowed to make any mistakes in life. Whichever path he takes and who he marries, he will eventually become a specimen.

And he himself is just a step in Lin Jingzhou's life.

It is true that he loves her, but this love is not pure.

"Most good things are not strong, and colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is broken," Qian Xingzhi responded to Jiang Yi in one sentence.

"People still have to have flaws. If they are too perfect, they will either be crazy or drive others crazy." Lin Jingzhou's external image is really too perfect, a humble gentleman, and we can learn from each other.

His elegant appearance makes it impossible to find any shortcomings. Others don't know it, but some people know that having no shortcomings is the biggest shortcoming.

"Compared to Lin Jingzhou, Mr. Fu is more suitable to be a husband."

Jiang Yi still closed his eyes slightly: "I thought you would name the third person."

Qian Xingzhi's hand on the steering wheel froze and he thought Jiang Yi was joking.

In a place like the capital, there is no shortage of high-end gathering places.

On this day, Jiang Si and several classmates booked a private room to have fun together.

While drinking, someone talked about Jiang Yi and sighed: "To think that the person we played with suddenly became a wealthy lady, and became someone we can't match. Life is really missing a lot of fun!"

"Who can say otherwise? If I had known she would become a noble lady, I would have to be restrained in everything I say. Even now, my mother is worried that Jiang Yi's old story will be brought up again, and Fu Dong will get angry and vent his anger on our family."

"The story of a third-rate young lady who suddenly became a wealthy lady could become an inspirational story if it were published."

"I don't know if I should say that Jiang Yi hides deeply! Or if I should say that Fu Dong is blind."

"There are so many wealthy ladies in the capital who look down on her, but they are interested in a third-rate woman with no ability."

"Who says it isn't?"

Everyone echoed every word, and each word they said was more unpleasant than the last.

Outside the box, Shiyue stood at the door wearing a light gray sportswear.

Looking at Jiang Si beside him: "Are they talking about Jiang Yi?"

"Yes," Jiang Si responded.

"This is an old story in the capital circle. It used to be talked about by everyone, but now, no one dares to mention it openly."

"Why?" Shiyue pretended to be curious.

Jiang Si sneered: "It's not because some people climbed onto the high branches, otherwise it could be for what reason."

"Jiang Yi?"

"You don't know?" Jiang Si was completely surprised.

I thought that someone as versatile as Shiyue would have known everything in between, but she didn't know.

Jiang Si seemed to have started a conversation that day, wishing to tell her all Jiang Yi's past.

With details.

When Shiyue came out of the box, it was already approaching ten o'clock.

When they were about to get in the car, Tao Juan informed her that Chengwen had gone to the apartment.

She hummed.

"Go back to the apartment directly or go back to the studio first?"

"Go back directly," Shiyue responded.

"Why don't you go back to the studio and do something?" Tao Juan said in a panic.

"Tao Juan, do you think that with my current status, what qualifications do I have to fight against the wealthy ladies from wealthy families in the capital? I am just a lover, and I am a lover no matter where I stand."

"As long as I have no personal interests involved with Chengwen, no matter what happens to me, he will consider how to give up on me. Only if I stand beside him openly and have actual interests involved with him, he will think about it if anything happens to me.

Please save me, protect me."

Shiyue seemed to suddenly understand why she was having such difficulty in the capital.

Jiang Si's words tonight were like a blow to the head: "If it weren't for her being a real wife, why would Director Fu care about her death?"

In this circle where interests come first.

Who would care about someone who has nothing to do with them?

On October 10th, the third day of continuous rain in the capital, the temperature dropped again and again, and he died prematurely.

It was over 30 degrees during the long holiday, but today it's only about 10 degrees, and there's not even a sun.

In the early morning, Jiang Yi got up holding the quilt.

With her long hair hanging loosely around her sides, she covered her face and sat on the bed and sniffed.

Years of experience living alone told her that the situation was not good.

She called Suxin to come up with a thermometer.

The housekeeper's worried eyes fell on Jiang Yi, who placed the thermometer under her arm in a familiar manner.

I took it out after a few minutes, and sure enough - thirty-eight point five.

"Madam," Suxin exclaimed.

First, he was worried because his mistress was ill.

Secondly, it was because the male host left early in the morning and informed that he was going to Sydney for a business trip for a few days.

At this time, Jiang Yi felt light-headed and the man holding the quilt leaned on the bed: "You have a headache, don't shout."

Fu Xiting is on a business trip.

She knows.

Last night, she was pressed and fucked several times, and she repeatedly begged for mercy. The latter responded that she would not see her for the next few days, so he wanted to drink some soup in advance.

What Fu Xiting drank was not soup, but his own essence.

Jiang Yi reached for the mobile phone on the bedside and called Fu Xiting. When he picked up the phone, he could faintly hear the rumble of the plane.

"Baby."

"I'm sick," Jiang Yi Nuonuo said.

It’s not like I was hiding it for fear of worrying others.

On the contrary, she wished Fu Xiting could find out early so that he could regret his crime of rubbing her last night.

"What's wrong?" Compared with the greeting in the previous sentence, the second sentence "What's wrong?" better reflects Fu Xiting's eagerness.

"I have a fever," Jiang Yi said pitifully, sniffing as he spoke, looking weak and pitiful no matter what.
To be continued...