Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1681: I Want to Buy Osmanthus Flowers and Wine

"Jiang Cheng, don't...Su Wan is still here..."

But he didn't finish his words.

Su Wan also changed from staring intently to occasionally stealing glances.

After all, she also has to save face.

Most of the time she kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes.

She really couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere.

At this moment, Su Wan just wanted to rush to the tea room to drink a few glasses of cold boiled water, and then go back to the bathroom in her office, close the door and take a good shower.

Seeing Su Wan quietly raised his eyes and took half a step towards the door.

She had originally planned to slip away when the time was almost up.

But unexpectedly, just as her hand touched the door handle, Yu Xiaoxiao shouted at her in a suppressed voice: "Su Wan, don't... wait a moment..."

His movements suddenly stopped, and when he turned around, he saw Yu Xiaoxiao with her head tilted, her hair messy and sticking to her sweaty neck.

Even Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at her.

Unlike Yu Xiaoxiao's pitiful eyes, Jiang Cheng's eyes were full of aggression.

While holding Yu Xiaoxiao down, he stared at Su Wan with the eyes of a prey.

His gaze first slid from Su Wan's tense shoulders to her fingertips clutching the hem of her skirt.

Then it slowly fell back onto her blushing face.

With undisguised aggression, it seemed as if he was going to swallow her whole, flesh and bones, in the next second.

Su Wan froze up under that gaze, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

She subconsciously shrank back, her back hitting the door hard, and the cold touch gave her some strength back.

She was extremely panicked, with only one thought in her mind: Jiang Cheng looked like he was really going to attack her.

But for some reason, seeing that Jiang Cheng was also interested in her, she didn't want to escape anymore.

There was even an obsessive desire in my heart to replace Yu Xiaoxiao.

Su Wan bit her lower lip and was about to speak when a cell phone suddenly rang rapidly on the desk, breaking the ambiguity in the room.

Jiang Cheng paused, retracted his gaze and looked at his hand on the corner of the table.

The screen lit up, indicating an unfamiliar number.

Without thinking, he turned on the hands-free mode. His deep voice carried a fading laziness: "Hello?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds, and then a clear female voice came with a hint of joy: "Hello, Jiang Cheng? This is Zhao Jia."

As soon as the word "Zhao Jia" fell, the smile on Jiang Cheng's face disappeared instantly.

His fingertips tightened unconsciously, and the air in the office suddenly froze.

The day he was reborn, he blocked Zhao Jia's phone number.

So now she is using someone else's phone to call her own?

Zhao Jia on the other end of the phone saw that Jiang Cheng didn't say anything.

The sobbing became more obvious.

After five seconds of silence, her sobbing voice with a heavy nasal tone sounded again, her voice trembling and choked with grievance.

"Jiang Cheng... I know you don't want to see me. I borrowed this account from someone else. Can you please listen to me..."

She was interrupted by suppressed sobs in the middle of her words, and her tone softened, filled with cautious pleading, "I know I was wrong before, can you...can you give me another chance?"

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Cheng would definitely not waste time chatting with her.

I hung up and blocked the phone a long time ago.

But after Zhao Jia said this, Jiang Cheng could clearly feel the two women's curiosity about Zhao Jia.

Especially Su Wan stopped moving towards the door.

She even lowered her hand from the door handle, turned around and stared closely at Jiang Cheng's phone call.

Even Yu Xiaoxiao, who was struggling to get up and go to the bathroom, stopped.

He used the fallen clothes to cover his naked body and turned his head to stare at the lit phone, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

They all wanted to know who this "Zhao Jia" who suddenly called them was.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng instantly turned into a good man, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the phone.

With a deliberately suppressed coldness, he said, "Zhao Jia, have you ever heard the saying, 'I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry them with me to drink, but it's never the same as when I was young.' The past is long gone, and there's no going back."

The sobbing on the other end of the phone paused, but Jiang Cheng didn't stop.

"When I had nothing, I would buy you a gift whenever I had money. I offered you my heart, but you threw it on the ground and stomped on it, leaving me hanging like a dog. Then you turned around and told others that I was a useless bootlicker."

At this point, Jiang Cheng paused deliberately, even breathing lightly. "Now you say sorry to me and want to start over? Zhao Jia, my heart is broken and can't be put back together. I can't treat you the same way as before."

This is true. I am rich and not short of money.

But he couldn't do something like keeping Zhao Jia by his side just to take revenge on her.

After all, I am not stupid and there is no shortage of women around me.

Why do you do such a destructive thing?

Seeing that he rejected her twice, Zhao Jia's crying suddenly became louder, and she pleaded with a broken heart: "I know I was wrong, Jiang Cheng. I was young and ignorant at that time. Can you give me another chance to make amends? I will definitely live a good life with you in the future. I love you. I only know how much I love you now."

Jiang Cheng interrupted her, his voice adding a bit of "weariness": "I have one last thing to say to you, screw your love."

After saying that, Jiang Cheng hung up the call without waiting for Zhao Jia to respond.

He casually threw his phone on the table.

His head was slightly lowered, with the loose hair on his forehead covering his eyes, and his shoulders slumped slightly, pretending to be sad as if he was hurt by the past.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng's look was seven parts fake and three parts genuine.

Of course, these three points are more of a heartache for the young self in the past.

After all, the sincerity I gave at that time was real.

The office was silent for two seconds, and Su Wan was the first to react.

The panic and shyness she had just felt were all suppressed by her heartache. She quickly walked over and gently hugged Jiang Cheng's left arm, her voice as soft as cotton: "Jiang Cheng, don't be sad, you still have us."