Chapter 22: The Eyes Never Lie

Cheng Jun accompanied Jiang Yue back to her parents’ house. As she got out of the car, Jiang Yue suddenly took a small blue box from her bag and handed it to Cheng Jun.

“Yueyue, what’s this?”

With a gentle smile, Jiang Yue said, “This is for you. Yesterday I saw the watch you were wearing—it’s still that same Longines you used to wear. After all these years, why haven’t you replaced it?”

Cheng Jun glanced at his wrist and smiled. “I’m used to it. You know me—when I’ve had something for a long time, I can’t bear to change it. Although it’s quite worn out now, it’s still working.”

Jiang Yue smiled again. “Why not change it? When you go out to do business, a new watch would suit you better.”

Cheng Jun chuckled lightly. “It’s okay. I know watches are important to men, but as long as it isn’t broken, I can keep using it.”

Jiang Yue didn’t say more. She opened the little blue box and took out a watch.

It was beautiful.

Judging by the brand, it was a Vacheron Constantin.

She was really generous; that watch must have cost at least two hundred thousand yuan.

I remember when I once asked her to lend me a hundred thousand yuan, I had to beg and plead endlessly, and in the end, she even accused me of trying to scam her.

In comparison, this was truly beyond words.

Cheng Jun stared at the watch, stunned for a moment, then quickly said, “Yueyue, this... it’s too expensive. I really can’t accept it.”

“Besides, I can still keep using this one,” he added, pointing to his old watch.

Jiang Yue didn’t listen. She adjusted the strap of the new watch and said, “Come on, hold out your hand.”

“Yueyue...” Cheng Jun hesitated.

“Just hold it out, be good.”

I really wanted to vomit. The Jiang Yue in front of Cheng Jun seemed like a completely different person.

She even used the word “be good,” such a tender tone—if I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I wouldn’t have believed it came from the cold and aloof Jiang Yue.

Obediently, Cheng Jun extended his left hand toward her.

Jiang Yue first took off his Longines watch, then carefully fastened the new one onto his wrist.

She examined it closely and nodded with satisfaction. “Hmm, not bad. Looks good.”

“But it’s too expensive, Yueyue.”

“Shh!” Jiang Yue put her index finger to Cheng Jun’s lips. “Don’t say that. For you, I’d do anything.”

Cheng Jun’s face lit up with joy. He gently kissed the back of her hand.

“Yueyue, I promise I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. Trust me.”

Tears glistened in Jiang Yue’s eyes as she nodded. It was clear she truly loved Cheng Jun.

A person’s eyes don’t lie.

When she first got together with me, it was that same look—I could remember it for a lifetime.

Then Cheng Jun said, “By the way, Yueyue, the Chu Jianghe situation isn’t settled yet. We can’t get married just yet, right?”

Jiang Yue, who had been quite moved moments before, suddenly darkened at the mention of my name.

“Don’t mention him. Lately, it feels like he’s everywhere. I’m really annoyed.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Let’s not talk about him. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

Cheng Jun smiled and nodded firmly. Jiang Yue then got out of the car and waved goodbye.

But Cheng Jun said to her, “You go in first. I’ll leave after I see you inside.”

“Okay. Drive safely, and don’t forget to miss me.”

I really wanted to puke. It was utterly disgusting.

After Jiang Yue walked into the villa courtyard, Cheng Jun glanced at the Vacheron Constantin watch she had given him and chuckled to himself.

“Jiang Yue, Jiang Yue, do you really think I’ve been wearing that old beaten-up watch all these years?”

“That was just for show. I never expected after all these years, you’d still be so naive.”

He said this as he took off the Vacheron Constantin and pulled a brand-new Patek Philippe out of the car’s toolbox, putting it on his wrist.

At that moment, I finally understood why he had won Jiang Yue’s favor for so many years.

Because she was really good at making people happy. This man was handsome, gentlemanly, and polite—who wouldn’t love him?

But women are often deceived by appearances.

Still, I always thought a woman like Jiang Yue shouldn’t be fooled. She wasn’t stupid.

She was actually as clever as her father.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have held an important position in a group at such a young age, managing a company with hundreds of employees.

Men like Cheng Jun might easily fool women who just entered society or those with little romantic experience.

But surprisingly, Jiang Yue also fell for it.

Maybe she and I are both love-struck fools.

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My spirit continued to follow Jiang Yue as she entered her parents’ home.

In the living room, I saw a familiar figure.

Jiang Zi, Jiang Yue’s younger sister.

Two years younger, she was in the entertainment industry, a third-tier actress.

She wasn’t very skilled, but because she was pretty and came from a wealthy family, she kept getting roles.

Otherwise, someone like Jiang Zi, who hadn’t graduated from a formal film academy, wouldn’t have a chance to break into this industry—not even as a third-tier actress.

The two sisters got along well, though their personalities were completely different.

Jiang Yue was more reserved and aloof, while Jiang Zi was outgoing and always giggling without a serious bone in her body.

If it weren’t for their family’s money, I’d guess she’d be working a factory job.

Jiang Zi never took me seriously. She always thought my marriage to Jiang Yue was me reaching above my station and never treated me with respect.

Once, she lost a game of Truth or Dare with her friends.

For her dare, while I was taking a shower, she put a lot of itch-inducing medicine into my pajama shorts, causing me to break out in a rash that took almost a week to heal.

At first, I didn’t know it was her—I thought something was wrong with my body.

Until one day she casually asked me how the itching medicine was working, I knew that bitch was behind it and scolded her.

Who could tolerate that?

She then went to complain to Jiang Yue, and Jiang Yue actually sided with her, saying I was wrong and had no right to scold her sister. She even made me apologize to Jiang Zi.

I refused, and Jiang Yue gave me the cold shoulder for days, making life difficult for me.

Honestly, I really hated Jiang Zi. She was a wicked little devil!

At that moment, she was chatting animatedly with Jiang Yue.

“Sis, I just got back and heard some great news. Mom said Chu Jianghe is dead—is it true?”

“It’s true,” Jiang Yue replied.

“That’s wonderful! He finally died, serves him right! He was never worthy of you,” Jiang Zi sneered.

I wanted to tear her mouth apart—I’d long disliked her—but there was nothing I could do now.

What surprised me was that Jiang Yue unexpectedly sided with me.

“Jiang Zi, don’t say that. After all, he is your brother-in-law.”