Chapter 70: He Had Nothing From Beginning to End
He didn’t have time to raise his hand and wipe away the excess blood. He wanted to stand back up, but his legs had gone completely numb due to the trauma of the car accident combined with the prolonged kneeling.
Jian An pressed both hands against the floor, using all his strength to support his body, trying to find some balance. But after stumbling unsteadily for a few steps, he sank back onto the floor.
He had become so useless now…
He couldn’t even stand up anymore, could he?
He slightly lowered his head, looking at his filthy palms. Trembling, he touched his blood-streaked cheeks and suddenly felt that, at this very moment, he was exactly like a stray dog that had been discarded.
Not far away, Zhou Manxiang had already fainted completely. Initially, the scar-faced man refused to let her go, but when Xiao Wang tossed over a gold card, the man immediately bowed and scraped.
Jian An withdrew his gaze. His eyes were glazed, devoid of focus. Exhaustion instantly drilled from his limbs into his flesh and bone marrow, as if every cell was screaming in soreness.
But at least his mother was safe now. She wouldn’t be in immediate mortal danger. As long as she got to the hospital, she would be fine.
Everything he had done was worth it… wasn’t it? What did this little bit of wretchedness and pain amount to…
“Your hand. Give it to me. I don’t want to repeat myself.”
A male voice, cold to the extreme, suddenly sounded above his head, causing his heart to tremble involuntarily. He subconsciously shrank his shoulders and then looked up at the person before him.
It was a face of flawless, peerless beauty, yet the gaze looking down at him carried a shocking gloom and ruthlessness, as if he were a life-claiming Asura crawling out of hell.
Jian An stared blankly at the arm extended towards him, suspended in mid-air. Inexplicably, a trace of disbelief and shock flashed in his hollow, lifeless pupils.
A wave of sorrow suddenly surged in his eyes. His mind felt like a clock with a broken mainspring, unable to turn.
What was this supposed to mean…?
Was it like breaking his legs, then tossing over a pair of crutches and telling him he should be grateful?
Jian An lowered his head, refusing to answer. A contemptuous, mocking smile floated onto his face—a face as melancholic as Jiangnan’s misty rain. He no longer paid any attention to the verbal insults of the onlookers.
He thought to himself that he would never again believe any sudden charity from this man in his life. He was no longer the Jian An of the past, who, after enduring all sorts of hardships and listening to endless sarcasm, would pretend nothing had happened just because he was given a single piece of candy.
It turned out that fighting desperately for things or people that didn’t belong to you came with a tragic price.
Ji Songting’s hand paused in mid-air for several seconds, but he never felt the person on the floor take it. The expression on his face suddenly darkened, as if covered by a layer of dim frost.
Too lazy to say another word, he roughly and directly hoisted the youth up from the floor.
Pulled up so abruptly, Jian An clearly hadn’t adapted yet. Before he could find his footing, his body swayed unsteadily and tilted uncontrollably into the man’s embrace.
In the next second, an ill-fitting suit jacket landed on his shoulders. His head bumped against a firm chest, making him slightly dizzy. All that remained was his nose catching that familiar scent of pine, accompanied by a touch of coolness.
This scent was vastly different from the gentle and mild feeling of ten years ago, yet it was undeniably familiar. Every time he smelled it, he felt an urge to shed tears.
But the person before him was no longer the person from back then. The social class and the gap between them had long been widened by time.
Even in his dazed state, Jian An knew very well who he was currently leaning against. His hands shoved and pushed, wanting to break free from the man’s imprisonment, but all his efforts were in vain.
He truly had no strength left. His body felt like a waterlogged sponge—limp, boneless, yet incredibly heavy.
Jian An kept his eyes tightly shut, his eyelids trembling slightly. From time to time, a voice filled with pain and fear escaped his lips:
“You… let me go… let me go!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ji Songting swept him up into a princess carry. Amidst the disbelieving pointing and whispering of everyone around, he turned around. His icy gaze swept over Jian An. His tone was very flat, yet it carried a bone-chilling, murderous aura:
“Be quiet. Don’t forget how you were just kneeling on the ground kowtowing and begging me. Try resisting again?”
By his ear was the same voice that hated him to the bone, just like always, yet the man was performing contradictory actions. For the first time, Jian An felt disgusted. The heart-fluttering sensation and the desire to be loved were completely gone, yet his body was sore and weak, unable to muster any strength.
He suddenly felt this was so laughable, so repulsive. Yet, he didn’t know why an indescribable misery welled up in his heart. He spoke weakly:
“What… what are you doing? Aren’t you afraid your sweetheart will see…? Since you hate me so much, why do things that cause misunderstandings…”
Hearing this, Ji Songting’s face stiffened for a few seconds, but the emotional fluctuations within were completely undetectable.
His originally complex expression vanished without a trace in a split second, leaving only a strange glint flickering in his eyes. A cold arc curled at the corners of his mouth. It was as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered as he said in a light, airy tone:
“I just wanted to play around with you. But at the same time, I don’t want to just watch you die. That would be very boring.”
Jian An’s brows furrowed tightly, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly. The blood flowing from his forehead had already coagulated.
But his body could faintly be seen trembling slightly. He appeared exceptionally frail and weak, shivering as he nestled in the man’s arms like a skinny little cat.
Regarding Ji Songting’s meaningful words, he began to feel an instinctual fear and panic, seemingly associating it with the prospect of being endlessly tortured from now on.
The little life he had left shouldn’t be spent in a dark, sunless cage, nor should he die of depression.
The thought of escaping suddenly flashed across his mind, then gradually took shape. Was it only by risking his life like this that he could be forever free?
He didn’t know how Shen Yunheng was doing. Was he secretly blaming him for deceiving him? They had clearly agreed to go to Jiangnan together after he divorced Ji Songting, yet he had vanished without a trace.
And those two little kittens. He was the one who wanted to adopt them, but in the end, he had to trouble Shen Yunheng to take care of them.
It seemed that for all these years, he had been constantly troubling and owing that man, without even offering a single bit of compensation…
As he thought about this, tears gradually pooled in Jian An’s reddened eyes. A crystal-clear teardrop slid down his pale cheek, silently dampening the man’s clean white shirt, yet the other party remained completely unaware.
Therefore, he definitely had to leave this place. Leave the freezing North, and use the last of his remaining life, alongside the only person who treated him well, to take one look at Jiangnan.
“Thinking about another man in your heart? Thinking that from now on you can only be locked in the villa, unable to go anywhere, unable to see that gentle and considerate Shen Yunheng—are you heartbroken and sad?”
These words suddenly sounded by his ear. Jian An’s heart stopped for a second, then began to pound wildly. A flash of panic and shock swiftly crossed his eyes.
How did Ji Songting… know what he was thinking?!
Could it be that the man saw him silently crying? Why had the other party suddenly started paying attention to him recently?
But thinking about it carefully, it was nothing much. Wasn’t Ji Songting always like this? As long as he showed any action or expression that dissatisfied this man, he would be met with sarcasm and humiliation.
Receiving no response from the person in his arms for a long time, Ji Songting inexplicably began to feel irritated. He abruptly stopped walking. The gaze he turned toward the youth suddenly turned sharp, and his voice was cold and hard:
“Hit the mark? Now you’re silent?”
Jian An’s body gave an instinctual flinch. Forcing himself to meet those eyes that were right in front of him, he tried his best to restrain his emotions and said calmly: “No, I wasn’t thinking of anyone. My eyes are just a little sore, that’s all. You’re overthinking it.”
The other party let out a cold snort. The fingertips holding his arm involuntarily tightened as he said: “Heh, it better be.”
…
Yao City First People’s Hospital.
At the door of the hospital room, Ji Songting stood leaning against the doorframe, one hand tucked in his pocket. His lips were drawn into a straight line, his eyes staring emotionlessly at the youth busy by the hospital bed.
Xiao Wang vigorously wiped the blood and unknown fluids off the back of his hand and his coat. Pure disgust and nausea were practically overflowing from his face.
When he applied to be a driver, he was told he only needed to know a bit of Taekwondo to protect people. How did it turn into manual labor like hauling people around now?!
As expected, a CEO’s driver had to be an all-rounder…
Jian An stood by the bed. His clear, black-and-white eyes held a faint sorrow and self-reblame. In his hand, a towel gently wiped the blood and filth from Zhou Manxiang’s body.
His movements were gentle, his expression serious. Enduring the intense pain shooting up from his legs, he remained standing.
As he wiped across a few of the other person’s fingers, a wave of lingering fear swept through Jian An’s heart, causing the towel in his hand to shake.
He couldn’t imagine what he would do if his mother’s fingers had actually been chopped off at that time. Zhou Manxiang, a person who cared so much about her appearance, definitely wouldn’t have been able to accept such a reality.
Fortunately… such a terrible thing didn’t happen.
By the time Zhou Manxiang arrived at the hospital, she had already fallen unconscious due to excessive blood loss and shock. The wounds on her body were severely infected one after another, some even bursting and oozing pus.
The doctors and nurses were startled by this ghost-like appearance while treating her wounds and giving her injections. Several times, the intern nurse had nearly thrown up.
Fortunately, aside from the numerous external injuries and the missing front tooth—which she couldn’t get a crown for yet—she was fine.
“Mom… I’m sorry for making you suffer.”
He looked down at Zhou Manxiang’s face, pale as window paper, an infinite desolation welling up in his heart.
If one day he went to Jiangnan, leaving Zhou Manxiang alone and helpless in the North, what would she do?
Jian Hantian would never care if she lived or died.
He desperately wanted to take her with him, but he didn’t know if she would be willing to live in the South, or if she could accept a life without gambling. Moreover, he was dying, and he hadn’t managed to earn a sum of inheritance that would allow Zhou Manxiang to enjoy her twilight years.
But given this person’s personality—if she wasn’t gambling, she was recklessly squandering money—how could she possibly keep anything for future living expenses?
He had nothing from beginning to end. In the end, he only had half a life left. It seemed he had no attachments left, save for the fact that he couldn’t let go of this irresponsible mother.
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