Сhарter 21: You Knеw аnd Still Provоked Hеr?
Fifth Аunt’s burn wаsn’t sеriоus—аfter аll, thеrе wаs a laуer of clothing bеtwеen hеr skin аnd thе hоt wаter—but hеr lеft big tоe had а minоr fraсture and would rеquire sоme time to rеcоver.
Тhis inсident sent shоckwaves thrоugh thе еntirе Jiang familу.
Соmbinеd with Chi Dandаn’s eаrlier visit to rеturn the bag, sоme of thе other eldеrs in thе Jiаng familу wеre alreаdy dissаtisfiеd with He Yаng’s presеncе.
Jiаng Siуe wаs a troublеmaker, аnd оrdinаry people couldn’t соntrol him; otherwise, Не Yang would nevеr hаve been allowed into the Jiang family in the first place.
However, Fifth Aunt’s injury and Chi Dandan’s return of the bag had, first, damaged the harmony within the family and, second, tarnished the Jiang family’s reputation in their social circle.
Several of the family’s elders and senior members arrived at the Jiang residence that very evening.
Jiang Siye locked He Yang in the workroom, forbidding her from showing her face downstairs.
No one knew what was discussed downstairs. In the workroom, He Yang made a set of pajamas each for Lin Ting and her aunt, and a dog outfit for Shen Yishu’s pet dog, complete with a matching bow tie.
Among these garments, she secretly made an extra set of children’s clothing.
For He Zheng.
After finishing, He Yang took a photo and sent it to Lin Ting: 【How does it look?】
Lin Ting sent her a photo in return.
In the photo, she was holding the little robot, both of them smiling in unison.
He Yang’s lips curved upward in response.
Late at night, the sound of insects chirped from the corner of the wall.
He Yang suddenly remembered the seahorse and panicked: 【The seahorse is with me. I’ll send it to Zhengzheng now.】
Lin Ting immediately called her on video.
She sounded exasperated: “Sis, it’s almost midnight. If I weren’t young, I’d have already finished a round of sleep by now.”
“I’m afraid Zhengzheng won’t be able to sleep without the seahorse,” He Yang whispered. “It’s been with him every night since he was in my belly.”
Lin Ting tilted her phone, her face moving out of the frame.
Her nose stung so much she nearly cried.
After a moment, she composed herself and showed He Yang her exasperated expression: “Fine, I happen to have a classmate inviting me for a late-night snack. I’ll pass by your place on the way and bring it back for Zhengzheng, okay?”
He Yang fell silent.
She didn’t know if the people downstairs had left yet.
The Jiang family was currently condemning her, and she didn’t want Lin Ting to find out.
He Yang: “I’ll send it…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of a key turning in the lock made her hastily say, “I’ll hang up first,” and end the video call just as Jiang Siye entered.
The man glanced at her: “On the phone?”
He Yang nervously smoothed her hair: “Yes.”
“Who?” Jiang Siye asked casually. “It’s so late.”
He Yang: “Work.”
Jiang Siye’s lips lifted slightly, not too heavily, as he fiddled with the clothes she had made.
He Yang tensed.
She hadn’t had time to put them away yet.
Jiang Siye picked up a bow tie and held it against his chest: “Does it look good?”
“……” He Yang reminded him, “That’s for dogs.”
Jiang Siye made an indistinct sound in his throat: “It’s mine now.”
He Yang: “…”
“What’s this?” Jiang Siye flipped to the small set of clothes, looking suspicious. “For dogs too?”
He Yang’s heart leaped into her throat: “Yes.”
Jiang Siye glanced at her, then pulled the dog outfit and the small clothes together to compare them: “Two dogs?”
The two sets of clothes were vastly different in size.
His eyelids twitched slightly: “Da Ke’s?”
“No,” He Yang lowered her head and pulled the two sets of clothes back. “I made a set for a colleague’s son.”
Jiang Siye stared at her: “Which colleague?”
He Yang made something up on the spot: “Sister Xiaomin.”
Jiang Siye seemed to laugh, a low, faint sound.
“He Yang.”
“Have I ever told you that you’re not good at lying either?”He Yang suddenly looked up, a surge of anger rising within her—the fury of having her privacy violated yet being powerless to stop it.
“You guessed right, I was lying,” she said with venom in her voice. “I made this for Zhengzheng. Where did you bury him?!”
Jiang Siye lowered his lashes, concealing his emotions. “It’s too late. Let’s sleep.”
He neither acknowledged her emotions nor engaged with her topic.
He brushed aside her pain as if it were nothing.
Diverting with something trivial.
He Yang abruptly grabbed the fabric-cutting knife and hurled it at him with all her might.
The sharp blade sliced through the skin on Jiang Siye’s arm, blood gushing out.
Just then, Duan Tianhua entered, likely to discuss something, and happened to witness the scene.
Duan Tianhua could no longer hold back. “He Yang!!”
He Yang snatched up a utility knife, momentarily consumed by the thought of ending it all, and charged toward Duan Tianhua. “I didn’t just hurt him—I’m going to kill you too, you old witch…”
At the critical moment, an arm wrapped around He Yang’s waist, and her face was pressed into a warm embrace.
Jiang Siye shot a quick glance at Duan Tianhua, silently warning her not to come closer.
He Yang was on the verge of collapse, screaming even in his arms. The utility knife, flailing in her struggle, tore through Jiang Siye’s clothes, leaving bloody gashes.
Duan Tianhua staggered, unsteady on her feet. “Someone! Someone!!”
The workspace descended into chaos and noise.
Jiang Siye kicked the door shut, blocking out all external sounds.
He seemed impervious to pain, his large hand gently stroking He Yang’s hair as he whispered hoarsely, “It’s okay, there’s no one here now. Be good, Yangbao…”
Duan Tianhua pounded on the door. “Jiang Siye, are you trying to get yourself killed? She’s insane, she’s completely insane!!”
Jiang Siye’s bloodshot eyes turned fierce as he kicked the door violently.
A loud thud echoed.
Finally, silence fell outside.
In the Jiang family courtyard, there was a patch of cattails. He Yang loved their fragrance. The night breeze carried the scent of the plants up to the second floor, mingling with the smell of blood from Jiang Siye.
Exhausted, her face damp and her breathing shallow, He Yang pleaded, “I beg you, please, tell me. Where did you bury my son?”
Jiang Siye’s eyes were tinged with red at the corners.
He couldn’t answer.
He Yang was gravely ill. Her psychologist had assessed her condition and advised keeping her away from anything related to children.
“Let’s move away, okay?” Jiang Siye said with difficulty. “Back to our own home, or to another city—just the two of us…”
He Yang’s eyes burned with hatred. “Go die!”
Jiang Siye bore many wounds—stabbed by scissors, slashed by utility knives—all inflicted by her.
Blood soaked through his clothes, filling the air with the unpleasant scent of iron.
She didn’t care.
Back then, He Yang had loved him dearly. When Jiang Siye lay napping under a tree, she would sit beside him, resting her chin in her palm, using her other hand to fan away mosquitoes.
Lost in thought, she wanted to touch his eyelashes, but her arm went numb, and she lost her balance, her head crashing heavily against his cheek.
Jiang Siye laughed through the pain, meeting her flustered and angry gaze before he couldn’t resist kissing her lips.
Guilty and remorseful, He Yang asked if it hurt.
Jiang Siye said it did, teasingly asking her to kiss it better.
His grin was infuriating, but He Yang still indulged him, planting several kisses on the reddened spot.
She couldn’t bear to see him hurt in the slightest.
But now, she hated him.
Wished he were dead.
The doctor administered a sedative to He Yang.
Jiang Siye, covered in knife wounds, only applied some basic medication.
Duan Tianhua declared firmly, “If you want a divorce, that’s for the best. Otherwise, send her to a psychiatric hospital!”
Jiang Sanyun agreed.What has the Jiang family been turned into?
Jiang Siye leaned his head back on the sofa, lost in thought, and casually remarked, “Let’s get you all inside first.”
“…” Duan Tianhua suppressed his anger. “Can’t you see she’s sick?”
Jiang Siye glanced sideways. “So you noticed?”
Jiang Sanyun protested indignantly, “What do you mean by that?”
Jiang Siye replied with a faint, mocking smile, “If you noticed she was sick and still provoked her, who’s really the sicker one?”