Surrender At a Glance

Xu Fei stayed at Jiang's house overnight, but she couldn't fall asleep over and over again.

At 12:30 in the night, she was thirsty, but the water in the room had been drunk, so she had to go downstairs to find water.

Just after drinking water and preparing to go back to the room to rest, the sound of unlocking came from the front door, and then the door was opened, Jiang Xiche's tall figure appeared in her vision.

Xu Fei's eyes suddenly lighted up, and the whole person was quite energetic, and walked towards him with a small smile, and said with concern: "Ache, why did you come back so late?"

Jiang Xiche glanced at her indifferently, closed the door, and said concisely: "There is entertainment."

There was a smell of alcohol on his body, Xu Fei smelled it, reached out to support his arm, and said softly: "You have been drinking, go to the sofa to sit for a while? I'll pour you a glass of water."

"No." Jiang Xiche pulled her hand away for almost a second, and walked forward, obviously resisting her touch and enthusiasm.

Xu Fei's smile was slightly stiff, but she quickly followed him, and said with a grin: "It's better to drink some water, it will feel better."

"After drinking, rest early." Jiang Xiche said indifferently, raising his foot up the stairs.

Xu Fei stood at the entrance of the stairs and stared at his alienated back for a few seconds, the wounded color in his eyes, and she said with dignity, "Jiang Xiche, don't you think you are too much?"

Jiang Xiche paused, and the people behind him immediately began to accuse him: "Since I confessed to you, you have been ignoring me. Is it necessary for you to do this? You just assume that I have never said anything. Are we still friends?"

"Sorry." Jiang Xiche turned his face slightly, but didn't look at her, and paused for a moment. "Maybe it was my fault to snub you at first, but now I have a wife. I still hope we can keep our distance."

"Keep your distance?" Xu Fei sneered. "What you mean by keeping your distance is to refuse all my invitations and all opportunities to meet with me?"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"It's good for me? But can you understand how I feel? How uncomfortable it is to love without being in love, can't you understand?"

Xu Fei became emotional, Jiang Xiche quietly sighed helplessly, turned to face her after a moment, and patiently reasoned with her.

"I can understand. But you must also understand that many people in this world are not in love. You are not a special case. I am not as good as you see. I am actually very hypocritical and selfish."

Xu Fei stubbornly shook her head, looking at him, there are already waves in her eyes, "But in my eyes, you are perfect, and I always firmly believe that as long as I persevere, you will love me one day, but I didn't expect you to suddenly marry Yi Yan."

Her tears couldn't shake a trace of Jiang Xiche's emotions. He looked down at her with faint brows and said straightforwardly: "Your firm belief is wrong. The person I like has never been you."

Xu Fei was stunned, a tear rolled out of her eyes, and she hurriedly said aggrievedly: "Who is that? Is it Yiyan? But I asked her if she loves you at night, and he said she doesn't love you."

She said she didn't love him...

It seemed that something was crushed on Jiang Xiche's heart, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and the whole face became cold and cold.

Noting the change in his expression, Xu Fei had the answer in her heart. A heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea, and she asked with a wry smile: "You like Yiyan? How could you like her? Why is she worthy of your liking? How can I compare? On her?"

Jiang Xiche ignored it and turned to leave, but at this moment she cried and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I will personally ask Yiyan the next day and ask her what tricks she used to make you tempted. , I also learn."

As if stepping on a timed bomb, Jiang Xiche stopped for an instant and said in a deep voice, "Don't waste your effort, it's not Yi Yan."

Xu Fei was stunned, her wet eyes widened, and she asked in surprise and anxiety, "It's not her, who is that?"

"It has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that it is not you." Jiang Xiche responded in a cold voice, feeling upset, not wanting to entangle with her for a moment, and absolutely went upstairs.

The door of the room was closed tightly, Jiang Xiche nodded and stopped outside, the corridor was dim, and the faint moonlight at the end fell in from the window, and it seemed to cover him, adding a sense of coldness.

He stood silently for a long time before opening the door to enter.

The room was silent with a bedside lamp on, and a bulge on the bed, half of her face buried in the quilt.

In order not to affect her rest, Jiang Xiche did not turn on the light, and quietly walked over and tucked the quilt covering her nose under her chin.

A few minutes later, the light in the bathroom turned on and he went in to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, the eyes of the person on the bed slowly opened, and the orange light reflected in it, dangling in the water.

Yi Yan felt hungry just now, and wanted to go downstairs to find something to eat, but when she was down the stairs, she happened to hear Xu Fei talking with Jiang Xiche.

Jiang Xiche has someone he likes, and that person is not her.

No wonder she refused decisively when she asked him to change her head. No wonder she asked him if he ever thought of trying to fall in love with her and he would choose to be silent.

At the moment, Yi Yan's mind was full of Jiang Xiche's phrase "It's not Yi Yan". It sounded uncontrollably and repeatedly, each time it sounded like a knife cut a hole in her heart.

Dou big tears fell from the corner of her eyes and plunged into the pillow. Yi Yan's heart hadn't been so painful for a long time, and she hadn't been so sad for a long time.

God knows that Xu Fei just asked if the person Jiang Xiche liked was her, and how fast her heartbeat was when Jiang Xiche was silent, and how lost she was when he denied it.

The first time Yi Yan realized and affirmed the fact that she was in love with Jiang Xiche was when she and Jiang Xiche were making snowmen on the snow on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.

It started when Jiang Xiche uttered the word "divorce" and ended in her ten minutes of self-analysis.

But what should we do now?She loves Jiang Xiche, and Jiang Xiche loves others.The thought of other women living in him made her feel desperate.

Yi Yan endured this alone for ten minutes before the sound of opening the door came from the bathroom. She hurriedly turned over and wiped her eyes, swallowed saliva, and continued to pretend to sleep.

Soon, she felt a dent next to her, and then there was no movement.

It was silent for a while, and a sigh that was neither light nor heavy, neither long nor short, but felt extremely heavy, sounded in the air.

This is the first time Yi Yan really heard Jiang Xiche sigh.

What is he sighing?Is it because you are unhappy with her, or do you miss the person in his heart?

Thinking of this, Yi Yan couldn't hold back all of a sudden, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes like spring water.She immediately covered her mouth, for fear that she would accidentally make a noise.

Jiang Xiche lay on the side, with one hand resting on the back of his head and staring at the ceiling motionlessly, his deep eyes losing their look.

Suddenly, he felt that the person beside his back to him seemed to be trembling, and he suddenly returned to look at her and saw the quilt on her shoulders trembling slightly.

He was puzzled. He stretched a hand to her upper arm, trying to break her body upright, but she stretched her body and didn't cooperate with him.

Knowing that she was awake, Jiang Xiche felt something was wrong, frowned uncomfortably, turned on the room lights, stood up to look at her, and asked worriedly: "Yiyan, what's wrong?"

The sudden strong light made Yi Yan very uncomfortable. She shook her head, closed her eyes and shrank into the bed.

This didn't seem like a okay person, Jiang Xiche directly sat up and lifted her quilt to pull her up. The tears on her face instantly rushed into his vision, and his heart tightened suddenly in fright.

"Why are you crying?" He put his hands on her face and wiped away her tears, making him feel a little at a loss.

Seeing his frowning worried expression, Yi Yan couldn't help but feel even more uncomfortable, but she didn't want to be seen by him, so she hurriedly tore off his hand and lowered her head to wipe the tears by herself, and said with a strong smile: "I'm fine."

Jiang Xiche stared at her for a few seconds, then said solemnly, "Did my mother tell you something?"

"No!" Yi Yan shook his head abruptly to deny his guess, but did not have the courage to look at him, just rubbing his eyes, "It's none of your mother's business."

"Then why are you crying?" Jiang Xiche seemed unbelievable.

"I..." Yi Yan choked and faltered, looking for a credible lie in a panic, "I just had a nightmare and missed my mother."

Jiang Xiche breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her into his arms, and even kissed her on the forehead, "Don't cry, it's okay."

But this verbal act was undoubtedly a fatal blow to Yi Yan, and she buried herself in his arms and cried.

Jiang Xiche was at a loss for the first time. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he had to hold her and let her cry.

After crying aloud, Yi Yan felt better in her heart and realized that crying was useless, so she gradually stopped her voice and got out of his embrace.

She sniffed, wiped the water stains off her face with her sleeves, and said with a slight dumb voice: "I want to go back to grandma's house."

"Okay, I will take you back tomorrow." Jiang Xiche promised her without hesitation. They planned to go back to their own house tomorrow. It doesn't matter if they change to grandma's place, as long as she can live comfortably.

Yi Yan nodded and lay back.

After Jiang Xiche helped her cover the quilt, he also lay down. This time he put her in his arms and said in a very low voice, "Go to sleep."

There was a melancholy in his words, which made Yi Yan feel that he was on his mind and that she was bothering him. She struggled for a while, and finally chose to push him away and turned her back to him.

"Don't worry about me, go to sleep."

Jiang Xiche condensed the back of her dark head, motionless, her extremely dark pupils quietly desolate.

Yiyan's sleep quality was very bad this night, almost half asleep and half awake. When she woke up the next day, she felt sand in her eyes.

After the two had breakfast, they left from Jiang's house. Before leaving, Jin Sui gave Yi Yan a couple of warnings, asking her to care more about Jiang Xiche and take care of him for her.

Yi Yan agreed with no certainty. On the way back to her grandma's house, she was still absent-minded, looking at the road ahead in a daze.

Jiang Xiche was driving. From the time he got up, he felt that Yiyan was abnormal. She was always alive and well with him. Even if she didn't sleep well, she wouldn't be as apathetic as she is now.

"Yi Yan," he doubted whether she was hiding something from him, and asked in a serious tone, "Did you not tell me something?"

Yi Yan's eyes shook, he took back his thoughts, moved his shoulders, and pretended to be fine and said, "No, what can I do."

"We are a husband and wife, don't hide anything from me if something happens." Jiang Xiche obviously didn't believe her.

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well." Yi Yan insisted on saying that, about her falling in love with him, what else could he do without hiding it?

A sense of powerlessness surged into Jiang Xiche's heart. He stopped questioning, and instead asked: "Then be happy, lest grandma think too much."

"I know." Yi Yan took a deep breath, forcing herself not to think about it as if she didn't know anything.

After arriving at the grandmother's house, Yi Yan put aside her troubles and greeted her with a smile on her face. In fact, seeing her and her brother really made her feel better.

But Jiang Xiche stayed for a while before returning to the company.

The weather today is very good, and the warm sunlight is facing the yard. In the afternoon, Yi Yan and grandma moved their chairs to the yard to enjoy the sun and chat.

The two were lying on a recliner, with a small table in the middle, on which was placed a water bottle and some oranges.

The chair was swaying slightly, and Yi Yan was lying on it, holding a green orange leaf in her hand, playing with the sun boringly, the skin of her thin hands was as thin as transparent in the sun.

After playing happily for a long time, she retracted her hand, turned to look at her grandma who was bathing in the sun with her eyes closed, and said, "Grandma, I want to ask you a question."

Mrs. Yi opened her eyes and looked at her kindly, "What's the problem?"

"Who first fell in love with each other, grandpa and you?"

"Why are you curious about this question?"

"It's boring, I want to hear the love stories of your generation."

Mrs. Yi suddenly smiled uncomfortably, and then said a little smugly and mysteriously: "Grandma tells you the truth, I first liked your grandpa at first, but then your grandpa first confessed it."

"Wow, it's so romantic?" Yiyan came up with interest, and lay down on his side to face grandma, raising her eyebrows, "How did grandma make grandpa tempted you? Tell me?"

"I didn't do anything, just treat him better in life. Your grandpa and I are classmates and friends, so your grandpa has a long-standing affection for me."

"Then what do you do to him?" Yi Yan stared at the old lady with big eyes curiously, wanting to learn something from her.

Mrs. Yi brewed for a meeting and said straightforwardly: “Let’s tell you this, a woman’s cooking skills are a plus for a man. In addition, moderate compliments to a man can also win men’s favor. Both Grandma did it all at the time, and when he came and went, his heart was moved."

"Wow..." Yi Yan smiled idiotly at her grandma, and said jokingly, "Tsk tut, it seems grandma was a master of flirting back then, granddaughter is willing to go down."

Old lady Yi was amused by her. She giggled a few times, and then suddenly "hissed" her laughter, and frowned slightly to support her forehead.

"What's the matter?" Yi Yan also put away a smile, her expression instantly becoming concerned and worried.

"It's okay." Elderly Yi waved her hand and pulled out a faint smile, "I have a headache recently, I think I have a bit of cold."

"Have you seen a doctor? If not, I'll take you to see it."

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore. People are old and useless, and headaches are easy when the wind blows. It will be fine after two days."

There was indeed a gust of wind around her from time to time. Yi Yan was afraid that her grandmother would catch a cold, so she hurried over to help her get up, "Then let's go in the house to avoid a real cold."

"it is good."