Su Qianqian touched the goosebumps on her arms, got into the car, and breathed warm air on her fingers, which were already a bit cold.
"Butler, go to Jiang Cuo's maternal grandparents' place."
"Yes, Miss."
The butler noticed Su Qianqian's anxious expression and took a sparsely populated main road with no traffic lights, pressing the accelerator hard and going extremely fast.
When Jiang Cuo's mood value turned red at 13, they arrived at the residential area.
At this moment, Jiang Cuo also replied to the message.
Jiang Cuo: [It's okay, I'm already asleep.]
Su Qianqian ground her back teeth and cursed the liar in her heart.
Moreover, he's a fraud with a clumsy excuse.
The car entered the residential area, and the housekeeper took out an umbrella.
Su Qianqian had no time to care about any of that; Jiang Cuo's mood was still dropping.
Su Qianqian hurriedly got out of the car, grabbed an umbrella, and ran downstairs to ring the doorbell.
At that moment, Jiang Cuo was standing at the door and had unplugged the doorbell. No matter how Su Qianqian pressed it, there was no sound.
Su Qianqian was completely confused. She rang the doorbell several times but received no response, and Jiang Cuo wasn't replying to her messages either.
Su Qianqian thought that she had personally visited this house. The kitchen window faced a street lamp in the community. Even though it was raining heavily now, the street lamp was on, so Jiang Cuo should be able to see her clearly.
"Jiang Jiang, I'm here! What happened? Just tell me, don't ignore me!"
Su Qianqian ran to the street lamp and listened to the system notification that Jiang Cuo's mood value had dropped to 6.
Holding a large black umbrella, Jiang Cuo probably couldn't see her clearly, so Su Qianqian made a snap decision and threw the umbrella away. The icy rain instantly lashed against her body, blurring her vision.
Su Qianqian jumped up and down, waving her hands, looking at the kitchen with its faint light.
[Waste System: Congratulations, host, Jiang Cuo's mood is currently stable at 6.]
At this moment, Jiang Cuo, with his eyes lowered and his face cold, walked to the kitchen, stood in front of the stove, and looked coldly through the window at Su Qianqian, who was standing anxiously under the street lamp.
The rain was heavy, fogging up the windows, making it difficult to clearly see Su Qianqian's figure.
Jiang Cuo glanced at the time on her phone.
It's only been ten minutes since Su Qianqian sent her the message. The distance between Su Qianqian's villa and this house would probably take an ordinary person half an hour to get here.
Su Qianqian arrived at her building's entrance with ease.
Jiang Cuo was also somewhat surprised by Su Qianqian's arrival.
Although Jiang Cuo was suppressing his emotions, he had to admit that he was indeed in a bad mood.
Su Qianqian couldn't possibly know this from afar.
Could it be that Su Qianqian came running because she was worried because she didn't reply to the message in time?
Even in such heavy rain, with no response to the doorbell, this pampered young lady was willing to forgo an umbrella and endure the cold rain, just in the hope that she would see her.
Su Qianqian was also a little tired, her hands were sore, and most importantly, the rain was so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes, and rainwater would pour into her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth.
Although she bought a third-floor apartment for Jiang Cuo's maternal grandparents, which was very close, she knew that Jiang Cuo had no chance of hearing what she was saying.
[Waste System: Host, try harder! Jiang Cuo's mood value has decreased, but it's stuck at seven and hasn't increased at all. This is still very disadvantageous for the host.]
Su Qianqian wiped her rain-soaked face with her hand and spat out a mouthful of saliva.
Using a useless system to fart? Of course she knew that Jiang Cuo was angry, but the main reason was that the mission had failed and all that money was gone. How could she take good care of Jiang Cuo now? It was a complete loss of both money and people.
Su Qianqian knew, of course, that this was disadvantageous to her.
Jiang Cuo glanced at her phone again; another ten minutes had passed. Su Qianqian seemed determined not to leave until she came downstairs.
The heavy rain had subsided somewhat; it was like a dark cloud that had been blown away by the wind and gone with the clouds.
Through the kitchen window, Jiang Cuo gradually saw that Su Qianqian was no longer waving her arms, but was just standing blankly in front of the street lamp, waiting anxiously.
Jiang Cuo's face remained expressionless, but he dug his thumb into the pad of his injured index finger, using the pain to suppress his emotions.
She knew that Su Qianqian could wait for her in the heavy rain and arrive so quickly, but once Su Qianqian lost patience and interest, she would leave without a trace.
And all she can do now is endure it all.
But... Su Qianqian loves her so much that she doesn't even care about her own body and dignity?
Jiang Cuo's trembling body betrayed her cold expression.
In the pitch-black kitchen, Jiang Cuo walked out, pushed open the door, and even forgot to put on a coat, wearing only a thin white shirt.
Strangely enough, when Jiang Cuo ran downstairs with slightly flustered steps, the torrential rain had turned into a drizzle, leaving only large puddles on the road.
The two of them had made a promise: Jiang Cuo knew that Su Qianqian liked her, and she also said that she could give Su Qianqian anything except her own heart.
Su Qianqian smiled, her face beaming with a warm smile, saying that as long as he stayed by her side, she didn't care about anything else.
That's why she accepted the bouquet of flowers that Su Qianqian gave her when she graduated from high school.
He feigned shyness, giving Su Qianqian plenty of face.
She can still recall the grand and ceremonial confession scene that Su Qianqian prepared for her.
That's the power of money.
Jiang Cuo opened the building door, and Su Qianqian, standing under the streetlight, seemed to have anticipated Jiang Cuo's figure. She immediately put on a blank smile, looking rather simple-minded.
The two people gazed at each other from a distance across a puddle.
Jiang Cuo frowned slightly, pressing the pad of his thumb against the wound on the pad of his index finger, suppressing his trembling voice, and pretending to speak steadily.
"Why are you here? The doorbell was broken, so I didn't hear you ring it."
Su Qianqian was soaked to the bone by the heavy rain, looking disheveled with her clothes and hair sticking to her body. She didn't expose Jiang Cuo's excuse for his misbehavior.
Su Qianqian said, "I just missed you and wanted to come see you."
Jiang Cuo suddenly felt a soreness in her throat.
Is love enough to make Su Qianqian go to such lengths?
Will Su Qianqian always love her like this?
Jiang Cuo's voice was a little hoarse, and his throat bobbed, "You don't blame me?"
Su Qianqian touched her rain-soaked face again, and when she saw the red number faintly dropping above Jiang Cuo's head, she shivered from the cold. She forced a smile and said, "How could I blame you? You're all I can think about. I miss you so much."
Jiang Cuo paused slightly, walked to Su Qianqian's side, picked up the large black umbrella that was already full of rainwater, emptied the water from it, then lifted it up, walked to Su Qianqian, and held the umbrella over Su Qianqian's head, covering her completely.
He raised his hand and gently brushed the hair from Su Qianqian's face. His injured index finger was not bandaged with a bandage, but rather wrapped loosely with a tissue. When he raised his hand, the tissue fell off, exposing the wound to the air. With the movement, the wound reopened, and drops of blood flowed down his fingertip and dripped onto Su Qianqian's face.
Su Qianqian saw the number above Jiang Cuo's head jumping back and forth between a red seven and a red eight. She was unsure how to start the conversation, afraid that if she said the wrong thing, everything would be over.
Jiang Cuo's bad mood came too suddenly, and since there was no scene for her, she didn't even know where to start.
Knowing that besides the dusty smell, there was also the metallic scent of blood, Su Qianqian finally came to her senses. She saw a deep wound on Jiang Cuo's index finger, which had turned white from being covered and was even wet with rainwater. Seeing the white flesh inside, she felt the pain as if she were experiencing it herself and gasped. She immediately grabbed Jiang Cuo's hand.
"How did you get hurt? Did you cut yourself with a kitchen knife? You were so careless."
Despite her own disheveled appearance, Su Qianqian's first concern was for Jiang Cuo's wounds, causing the numbers above Jiang Cuo's head to steadily rise.
Jiang Cuo's hands were not only icy cold, but also pale and completely bloodless, which was extremely abnormal.
Jiang Cuo withdrew his hand from Su Qianqian's and stood behind her, upright in the rain, holding an umbrella for her with his eyes lowered.
Even if Su Qianqian was slow to realize, she knew that Jiang Cuo was in a very bad mood and felt extremely disappointed, as if he had something on his mind but was unwilling to talk about it.
This won't do. The two of them are already in a relationship, and she already considers Jiang Cuo the most important person in her heart. Of course, she can't let Jiang Cuo continue to be sad like this.
“If Jiang Jiang is unhappy about anything, she can tell me. I will always be by her side and always try to see things from her perspective. I only have eyes for Jiang Jiang. No matter what happens, I will solve it for her.”
Su Qianqian insisted on grabbing Jiang Cuo's injured hand, her eyes cautious. Because she was wet, she didn't dare touch the wound on Jiang Cuo's fingertip, so she could only quietly breathe out a few breaths of hot air to blow on it, as if trying to alleviate the pain of Jiang Cuo's wound.
Then she raised her almond-shaped eyes, which were like those of a doe, and looked at Jiang Cuo with a moist gaze, her eyes full of sincerity and earnestness.
Jiang Cuoxin felt as if she had been pinched hard.
"Why are you so concerned about me? Even if we made a promise back then, there's no need to go to this extent."
Su Qianqian blinked, not understanding what Jiang meant. "You're my girlfriend, of course I have to treat you well, isn't that what I should do?"
Jiang Cuo suddenly remembered that Su Qianqian had completely slacked off in the second semester of her senior year of high school after she was admitted to university without taking the entrance exam. She spent her days either sleeping or reading novels during class. However, because of her abilities, no teacher or principal dared to say anything, and could only tell her not to affect the other students.
She remembered that among the mindless romance novels Su Qianqian read, there was one called "The CEO's Little Darling Wife".
The young wife initially didn't believe in love, but gradually fell under the CEO's offensive, slowly becoming infatuated. In the end, she became anxious and fearful, afraid that one day the CEO would stop loving her.
So later on, she acted out and did all sorts of things to attract the CEO's attention, hoping that his gaze would always be on her, but it backfired.
This made the domineering CEO increasingly impatient and disgusted with her. In that melodramatic romance novel, the little wife seemed to have done many things, constantly testing the CEO's bottom line, to see if he would do that kind of thing for her, and to confirm how deep his love for her really was.
At first, the domineering CEO was patient, coaxing her like he was teasing a cat or a dog. But after a while, it became like crying wolf, and he wouldn't even look at her anymore.
She even laughed at Su Qianqianjing for liking to watch such mindless things.
What was Su Qianqian's reaction?
Su Qianqian smiled knowingly and said she would never read it again, as long as she was happy. So even though she didn't finish that melodramatic romance novel, Su Qianqian threw it in the trash can, and she never saw Su Qianqian read anything like that again.
As a result, Qianqian's misplaced affection was updated that very day, using a single word to describe her: "spoiled and arrogant."
And there were a bunch of people echoing him below.
She didn't think she fit the description, so she reported every single comment that agreed with her.
Su Qianqian said, "Jiang Jiang must have encountered something unpleasant, and it's related to me, but I don't know it. That's why Jiang Jiang is so sad. Jiang Jiang likes me so much, so it's bound to affect her mood because of me. Seeing Jiang Jiang unhappy makes me even sadder, even more so than when I'm sad myself. Jiang Jiang, just tell me."
Su Qianqian's eyes were practically pleading.
Jiang Cuo stared into those bright, lively eyes.
Su Qianqian's eyes are always so expressive; they can cry, laugh, deceive, act coquettishly, and be cheeky, making it hard to discern what's really going on in her heart.
Now, her eyes are filled with nothing but her; the Buddha is between heaven and earth, and Su Qianqian's world is now only filled with her.
Jiang Cuo: "I..."
Su Qianqian was delighted to see that Jiang Jiang's mood value had risen sharply to 35, now green.
Su Qianqian hugged Jiang Cuo tightly and buried her wet face in the crook of Jiang Cuo's neck.