Chapter 171 Pain Forgotten Long Ago

rembled incessantly against the ground. In the end, he remained silent.Jian Tong's eyes flashed with surprise, and she looked up at the man beside her... What did this man meanShen Xiujin lowered his...There was no humiliation that came, only the low, reproachful voice of a man in her ear:

"Don't let me see you rushing off like that again."

As Shen Xiujin spoke, he lowered Jian Tong's foot. If this woman cared a little about her own body, he wouldn't have to give her face.

He glanced at her feet again, "Where are your shoes"

"..." Shoes

What shoes

Jian Tong followed his gaze and then suddenly remembered. She had gotten up in such a hurry, her mind focused solely on finding this man, wanting to protest, wanting to express the anger that had been festering in her heart for so long. In her haste, she hadn't even bothered to put on her indoor slippers before rushing out barefoot.

So... he was just checking her feet

It felt absurd… Could this person be so kind So concerned about her

Suddenly!

The mattress shifted, and a black figure rose from the front.

"Half an hour to finish her." Shen Xiujin raised his wrist to glance at his watch, and after issuing the low command, he turned and left with an air of nonchalance.

Jian Tong's face changed!

"Wait!" she exclaimed, nearly without thinking, grabbing his sleeve.

Shen Xiujin lowered his eyes to look at his sleeve, then followed the hand on his sleeve, his dark eyes inch by inch upward, suddenly fixing on her face.

This gaze, profound and fathomless.

Jane's heart pounded in her chest.

"Anything else" A low voice, with an inherent elegance.

"I... I'm not going! I don't want to go!" She was still so resolute.

One hand desperately clung to his sleeve, as if the force of holding onto the sleeve could express her determination: "Don't want to go."

"Give me a reason." If you're not going, there had better be one.

"I just don't want to go."

"That's not an excuse."

"I... I'm cold." She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes hiding the light in her pupils.

A soft chuckle came from above her head, followed by a hand ruffling her hair. A low, gentle voice then spoke, "I want to hear the real reason."

"The real reason..." "I'm afraid of the cold."

Jian Tong lowered her head. The man's chuckle echoed above her again, and he patted her head. He pulled her hand off his sleeve and walked away.

Listening to the footsteps fading away, Xia Guanjia respectfully said, "Goodbye, sir."

It was obvious that the man was about to leave the bedroom.

Jian Tong panicked, she was flustered!

She suddenly raised her head and growled in a rough voice, "I just don't want to go! Doesn't not wanting to go count as a reason!" She was furious!

This person, why is he always so stubborn

The man didn't turn around, only a low voice passed faintly through Jian Tong's eardrum:

"Little one, don't run away. Try to open your heart and connect with others. You did a good job before."

He didn't see that the woman behind him had half her face drained of color, as pale as death, her eyes brimming with terror!

The feeling of being seen through is not pleasant!

Especially someone like her, who has long been riddled with holes. Thinking she had hidden it well, but was seen through at a glance.

That kind of embarrassment.

A bitter taste filled Jian Tong's mouth as she watched the man at the door walk away.

Xia, the butler, glanced deeply at Jian Tong in the room, then turned to the stylist and said, "Master always likes women to wear white dresses."

Jian Tong suddenly raised her head and looked at Xia the Butler... He did it on purpose!

Summer Wei loves wearing white dresses!

"I don't like white skirts!"

Xia Guanshi's aged face broke into a smile, the wrinkles seeming to be carved deeply into his flesh. He stared at Jian Tong, a smirk playing on his lips. Jian Tong, however, sensed malice hidden beneath this seemingly respectful grin.

"Then, Miss Jian, we leave you in good hands." The old butler instructed with a nod, then turned and strode out on his thin, lanky legs.

Jian Tong remained silent, her makeup and hair perfectly done.

"Ms. Jian, please change into this dress." It wasn't until the stylist handed her a white wrap dress that...

She almost screamed in refusal, “I don’t want it! I hate white!”

Miss Jian, don't get so excited. In fact, you look very good in white. Have you ever tried a white dress, Miss Jian

Every girl should have a white dress. Try it on, I guarantee you'll like it.

"I don't like it! I don't want white! Can't you hear me I don't like white dresses!"

She was furious!

If Xia Guanshi hadn't said that malicious sentence, she wouldn't have thought anything of the white dress.

But after she clearly understood Xia Gu's malicious intentions, this white dress seemed to her like something disgusting!

Why is she wearing the style of clothes that Xia Wei Ming likes

"Miss Jian!" The stylist's patience might not be very good, and she didn't know much about Jian Tong's past, nor what Jian Tong had gone through. At this moment, she just felt that the woman in front of her wasn't particularly attractive, her figure wasn't special, and there wasn't anything particularly outstanding about her.

And at this moment, she was even more stubbornly refusing to cooperate. In the stylist's eyes, Jian Tong was just a woman who had climbed onto Shen’s side and thought she had reached the top, acting unreasonably and making a fuss.

Besides, Mr. Shen's attitude towards this woman was not very gentle or considerate before either.

"Miss Jian!" The stylist reached out and tried to force the clothes in their hand into Jian Tong's hands. Next second!

Unexpected incident!

Jian Tong only felt that the clothes made her sick and uncomfortable, reaching out and waving around randomly... Bang!

Tap!

Two sounds rang out, one after another!

The scene fell silent all of a sudden!

A stillness hung in the air, thick and heavy.

"I..." Jian Tong opened her mouth, she wasn't doing it on purpose, she just didn't want this dress: "Are you alright..." She walked forward, reaching out to pull up the stylist who had been knocked to the ground by her careless swing.

Actually, if you say it's a fall, it wasn't that serious. It's just that the stylist's falling motion… wasn't very graceful.

Two buttons on her chest popped off, revealing half of a pearly...

The stylist lowered his head to look at his collar, his face turning pale and then red!

Suddenly!

"Ms. Jian! You've gone too far!"

She screamed and stood up, springing to her feet so quickly... rip!

A ripping sound!

Everyone was stunned, Jane too was dumbfounded. The stylist was dazed for three seconds, suddenly jolted awake, and quickly fastened his jacket tightly, staring at Jane with a very unpleasant expression.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"What good is it anyway What are the police even going to do" The stylist yelled angrily at Jane.

"What do you think you are You're just one of President Shen's women!

"

Over the past three years, General Shen has brought me eight or nine women to style their hair! What's wrong with white

I'm being serious, out of every ten women Mr. Shen brought over, eight of them were wearing white dresses!

Who do you think you are To be an exception

"Mr. Shen only has Miss Xia in his heart, the other women are just substitutes for Miss Xia. Are you content"

Boom!

She was struck dumb!

A buzzing in my ear!

The hand reaching out to the stylist trembled in mid-air, slowly it retracted from the stylist and reached for the white dress beside them.

There's a kind of pain that spreads, making you want to cry but your eyes are filled with a sour ache. You desperately try to shed tears, yet they won't come. All you have is a bitter taste in your mouth.

There's a kind of pain you think has already healed. Even if it hasn't, after countless treatments of "antibiotics," you've developed immunity. But in the end, it proves that you've only become immune to the "antibiotics," not to this heart-wrenching pain!ghtly, preventing her from moving."Let go, Mr. Shen, let go!"Shen Xiujin's eyes flickered, "If I don't let go, what are you going to do" There was more to his words than met the eye. His thoughts, his...