The people in the living room took turns attacking the “damn” Guan Longji, but were reluctant to criticize Shuijing.
Ignored, Shuijing could only drink her afternoon tea in a huff.
“Yumei, where’s the cake?” she asked softly.
How could it be afternoon tea without cake?
“Uh… should I include portions for the guests?” Zhang Yumei was unsure.
“Okay!” Shuijing replied.
Her sweet-toothed heart was calculating: in this chaos, she could eat more cake…
A small cart arrived with a dozen exquisite small cakes and fragrant vanilla tea, with silver trays and porcelain shining brightly.
“Ah! Xiao Mei, I want that fruit tart, the cream cake, and that chocolate flavor…” Shuijing whispered.
Jiang Jinghong and Lü Peiling were also served a cup of tea, drinking it with a troubled mood.
Suddenly—
“Shuijing! You… are you eating cake?” Jiang Yipeng asked in surprise.
While enjoying the delicate and exquisite texture of the cake, Shuijing shrugged her shoulders and asked innocently, “Yes! Do you want some?”
“You…” A complex expression appeared on Jiang Yipeng’s face, and he murmured, “You never eat cake, ever since…”
“Ah—” Lü Peiling suddenly let out a small exclamation!
“Shuijing! You… are eating cake?”
The tense atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the Jiang couple who came to demand someone fell into a sorrowful mood.
“Shuijing…” Lü Peiling looked at her lovingly.
Was there something wrong with eating cake? Shuijing looked puzzled.
“Um… Auntie, would you like a slice?” she asked generously.
The poor child! Lü Peiling couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat.
She carefully examined her old friend’s daughter and couldn’t help but sigh, “It seems you’ve been taken care of quite well…”
Shuijing, who had lost her memory, looked happier than before!
After a moment of silence, Jiang’s father broke the silence, “Yipeng, let’s go back!”
The matters to be pursued couldn’t be explained in a moment. The important thing was to confirm Shuijing’s safety, and they could discuss the rest later!
Watching her biological father and brother leave without connection, Guan Longji, whose nerves were tense, temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.
He tightly hugged his newlywed wife, saying nothing.
“A Ji…”
Shuijing, who had lost her memory, might be naive and simple, lacking complicated thoughts, but she was definitely not stupid.
“Is what they said true?” she asked.
Facing her clear and beautiful eyes, Guan Longji couldn’t lie.
He nodded with difficulty, ashamed and unable to look directly at her.
“I’m sorry…” he said, holding his wife.
Sorry?
Shuijing tilted her little head, not understanding.
“Why are you saying sorry?” she asked.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed, remembering a plot from a idol drama—
“I lied to you…”
“A Ji, do you have another woman outside?” Her delicate face, as fragile as a soap bubble, began to wrinkle, her tone tense like a storm was brewing.
Clang!
Zhang Yumei, who was cleaning the dishes, almost dropped an expensive bone china teacup.
“…” Guan Longji, who was about to speak, glared at Zhang Yumei, who was trying to hold back her laughter, and then turned to soothe his delicate wife with a gentle voice.
“No! I swear I don’t!” He glared at Zhang Yumei again, signaling her to hurry up and leave.
Quickly pushing the small dining cart out of the living room and closing the door, Zhang Yumei finally burst into laughter.
This “wealthy family’s emotional drama” that played out every few weeks always left the big boss in a panic for several days. How many days? It depended on how long the usually taciturn boss would take to say those three words.
Hehe! Seeing the boss lose his composure when pushed to the limit, turning red and stammering “I love you” was truly amusing.
The intimidating overlord could only surrender when faced with a clingy wife.
Wasn’t this a case of one thing subduing another?
Returning to the kitchen and sharing the story, the servants laughed and bet on how many days the boss would take this time.
“But now the boss has gotten smarter and won’t ‘perform’ in front of us!” the chef said regretfully.
“Hey!” Everyone agreed.
“What a pity we can’t record it with a camera.”
After all, the moment when the master dramatically declares his love to the mistress was a rare entertainment for these servants.
Xiang Zhi, “Be Careful When Marrying the CEO”
Chapter 5. Jiang Family.
“Uncle, Aunt, what’s wrong?” Dong Yilin didn’t understand.
Weren’t they going to bring Shuijing back? Weren’t they going to confront the evil Guan family?
Why did everyone look like defeated roosters, returning with drooping feathers? She was confused.
“Cake…” Jiang Yipeng’s voice was hoarse.
“Cake?” Dong Yilin was puzzled.
What did cake have to do with anything?
Lü Peiling answered her, sighing, “Yilin… how long have you known Shuijing?”
“Um, since university, same department… seven or eight years, I guess!” she answered.
“Then… have you ever seen her eat cake?”
“Huh?” Dong Yilin thought back, “Actually, no! Shuijing never ate cake, not even at my birthday, she wouldn’t eat cake… What’s wrong? Does she hate cake? Or was she afraid of getting fat? But she seemed to enjoy it just now.”
Knowing the truth, Lü Peiling was on the verge of tears. She blinked her reddened eyes, sniffled, and revealed the mystery, “Shuijing… it’s not that she hates cake or is afraid of getting fat… On her 13th birthday, her parents were going to buy her favorite fresh cream strawberry cake to celebrate her birthday, but on the way home, they had a car accident…”
“Ah?” Dong Yilin gasped, covering her mouth.
“Shuijing once said she killed her own parents,” Lü Peiling said. “We tried to console her for years, but that poor child never let go of her guilt…”
Jiang Yipeng continued in a hoarse voice, “Shuijing stopped celebrating birthdays and never ate a single piece of cake since then, whether it was her favorite fresh cream strawberry or any other flavor…”
She was punishing herself.
What… how could this be?” Dong Yilin widened her eyes, “That… that can’t be her fault!”
For so many years, she had never heard about this.
“Shui Jing has always been soft on the outside but strong inside. We tried to comfort and guide her, and after all these years, she finally started to smile. Perhaps to avoid worrying us, she always seemed fine, but cake was the one thing she absolutely refused to touch,” Lü Peiling added.
Shui Jing, with her memory loss, forgot about them and her past pain.
Was this fortune or misfortune?
“I want to be with A Ji!” Shui Jing declared again.
The Zheng family, who came to request her again, was disappointed, and Dong Yilin could only sigh.
In fact, after the truth was revealed, everyone had prepared for the worst.
The Shui Jing who lost her memory was no longer the original Fang Shui Jing.
Like a delicate orchid transplanted into a wealthy family, she was nurtured and pampered, absorbing nobility, losing her ability to live independently.
Shui Jing, who forgot everything and her pain, happily ate cake, looking so blissful!
Jiang Yipeng’s heart was bleeding.
His Shui Jing was not this coquettish and romantic woman – the original Shui Jing was an independent modern woman, with a calm yet firm personality, intellectually gifted and loving literature, quiet but articulate.
Countless nights, they shared a book, a good movie, or a stage play, passionately discussing their feelings and insights. Even occasional disagreements would end with a knowing smile after a harmless debate.
