Chapter 70 Remember My Name, Kain

Was Wei Ming's horrific persecution before death That was originally a grand play Xia Wei Ming had prepared for Jian Tong...Shen Xiujin raised his foot, paused in mid-air, and then slowly landed, fac..."Huh" A flash of surprise once again flickered in the man's eyes, his gaze fixed intently on the woman by the roadside.

The lights were dim, and the woman stood under the street lamp. Her shadow was stretched out, a little desolate. Standing there alone, he almost thought that under the street lamp stood an old man who had weathered the storms of time, because she, every part of her body, even each strand of hair, seemed to exude a sense of vicissitudes washed by the years.

Thus, the exploration of her within him deepened... What kind of woman was she Was she already withered and clinging to life in her prime years

"Dorm... there's only noodles and scallions, and some eggs. I can't offer you anything better."

In the night wind, the rough voice was blown away. The man in the car's heart suddenly moved... This woman, it turned out that she had been standing alone under the street lamp just now, thinking for so long, because she was thinking about what she could take out to treat herself, in exchange for the tip he gave.

And after much thought, she said: "There's only this left at home, and I have nothing better to offer in return for your kindness."

Suddenly, the man felt the wad of cash in his palm was unusually hot. The corner of his eye glanced at the wad of money in his hand... This stack of banknotes, in his eyes, was worthless, and the woman had thought for a long time before taking out her best to trade... The banknotes in his hand, in his view, were nothing more than a stack of paper.

Although a bowl of scallion oil noodles doesn't sell for much.

The man in the car stared at the woman under the streetlight for a long time, then slowly spoke: "Good."

Rarely did he personally open the car door and get out, walk around to the passenger seat, and personally open the door for her.

"Where is your dormitory"

"Just go forward, and I will guide you, sir. Please drive slowly."

The car drove forward, turned left at the intersection, and after a while, stopped in a rather old residential area.

Two people got out of the car. The man frowned: "You live here"

"Well. This is nice enough." She was content to have shelter from the elements. The day she was released, her greatest worry wasn't about the future, about work or anything like that. The moment she stepped out of the prison gates, all she could think was: I won't be going back to my cell tonight. Where will I sleep

She went upstairs, took out her keys. The keys were brand new, the company's logistics department had just replaced the dormitory door locks a few days ago and given her a new set of keys.

With a click, the door swung open. Pushing it open, the somewhat aged wooden door creaked softly. "Sir, please enter,"

Jan Tong didn't like to speak much because her voice... even she thought it was unpleasant.

"Please have a seat." She put down what she was holding, turned and went into the kitchen. Her apron, of course, wasn't the kind that young people wore nowadays—pink or green with a pastoral design—it looked like one from long ago, rather plain and somewhat ugly.

The man found a place to sit where he could see into the kitchen.

Though the woman's hands and feet were clumsy, she moved with methodical precision as she boiled water, cooked noodles, chopped scallions, fished them out, drizzled oil, and stirred in the scallions to make scallion oil... Watching her, he suddenly felt an urge to embrace her from behind.

The piping hot scallion oil noodles are topped with fresh, tender green onions and a golden fried egg.

"Here you go, sir. Try some."

"You're not eating"

Jane shook her head with a light smile, wiping her hands. "I already ate at the company." Eating more would be a waste of food.

The man ate all the noodles in his bowl, then put down his chopsticks: "It's delicious." He looked up at her and said, "You made it with care."

"Before, there was a person who particularly loved scallion oil noodles. I thought, when I learn how to make it, I definitely have to make it for her."

"What happened next"

"Later... Mr. You're the first person to eat my scallion oil noodles."

"What about you then Shouldn't I be second"

"Well, every time I eat scallions, my whole body gets itchy. It's probably just in my head, right"

“......” The man suddenly raised his head: “You keep calling me Mr., but do you know my name”

"A guest is a guest. What their name is, at most, it's just adding an honorific in front of 'Mister,' turning 'Mister' into 'Mr. Li,' 'Mr. Zhang,' 'Mr. Wang.' What's important to her is what their surname is "

The man's brown eyes flickered, then he reached into his wallet and pulled out a stack of money. "I'll exchange it with you," he said, pushing the stack of bills toward Jane. "Remember my name, I'm Cain. This money is your bargaining chip for remembering my name."

Jian Tong stared at the pile of money in front of her... she was dumbfounded.

Then she looked back up at the man in front of her: "Just... remember your name"

When, money, it is so easy to earn

Jian Tong still didn't understand. Some things were beyond her comprehension, but if Su Meng were here, she would definitely see through them.

Kane's amber eyes flickered, followed by a light chuckle. "Of course." It was impossible to just remember his name... This was the prey he was currently hunting with all his heart and soul.

Name... is just the first step.

"It's getting late, I should be going." Kane stood up, he was really tall, Jian standing beside him, a whole head shorter.

"Mr. Kane, I was going to..." Before you could finish your sentence, Jian Tong's eyes widened. Her temples flushed hot, and suddenly, she pushed the person in front of her away with both hands, covering her forehead where she had been kissed: "What are you doing!"

The new wound there was just removed from stitches.

No, that's not the point. The point is... he could even kiss her lips, but only **not** this place!

Jian Tong's whole body was trembling!

Her tightly wound expression betrayed her utter fury.

Kane didn't answer, instead he raised an eyebrow: "Can't I"

No!

Of course not!

She glared at him, her eyes blazing red. She pointed a shaking finger at the door. "It's getting late, Mr. Caine. Please leave!"

“I won’t apologize to you.” Cain’s delicate jaw lifted slightly, his stunning face etched with aloofness. As he turned and his long legs stepped out of the simple dormitory door, he paused: “Leaving a wound untreated will only lead to rot.”

A play on words.

Jian Tong's scarlet eyes watched as the man disappeared in the doorway. Her breath was ragged, his last words echoing in her ears.

"What's it to you! What's it to you!" You know what How to treat it How can you treat her like this, how can you treat her! What do you use to treat her!

The door was still ajar. Jian Tong took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the stale air, and walked forward cautiously. He reached out and touched the doorknob, then closed the door gently.

A force slammed against the door, and she was knocked stumbling back two steps.

"Qin Mumumu"

At the door, Qin Mumumu was like a devil, "Jian Tong, you hypocritical little man!"ing off without saying a word. When they finally stopped, he led her to the cinema...to watch a horror movie.Neurotic."That's Jian Tong's definition of Shen Xiujin's recent strange behavior."For examp...