Chapter 31: He Is Not Coming Back

Cheng Jun immediately pushed aside the woman next to him, staring at Li Feng with a look of utter astonishment.

I was shocked as well, thinking I had misheard him.

It wasn't until he repeated it that it sank in: "Yes, his name is Chu Jianghe! Chu Mingyuan's illegitimate son; everyone in the company knows it."

It wasn't just Cheng Jun who was stunned—I was too.

He actually shared my name.

However, his background was far superior to mine. This wealthy playboy, Chu Jianghe, and I were truly at opposite ends of the spectrum.

Cheng Jun laughed and said, "Interesting, this is truly interesting! One Chu Jianghe dies, and another one appears."

"What do you mean, Mr. Cheng?" Li Feng asked, looking confused.

"You don't need to know. Based on what you've just told me, that kid is a fool. I want to make use of him; arrange something for me later."

"Also, I don't care how you do it, but find out everything about the cooperation between your company and the French side. You'll be well compensated."

Li Feng nodded with a smile and immediately agreed.

This Cheng Jun was quite the character; he wanted to provoke everyone, regardless of the consequences, seemingly unafraid of hitting a brick wall.

...

The next morning, the young Miss Jiang woke up naturally and immediately picked up her phone to send a message to Cheng Jun.

"Brother Jun, I dreamed last night that we were married, and I even gave birth to a son for you."

Seeing the message Jiang Yue sent to Cheng Jun, my heart bled. Every drop was filled with the few precious memories of the past and a deep hatred for the cruel reality.

The fortress of love I once thought was indestructible had long since turned into ruins.

My heart was like a shattered mirror, every shard reflecting the tenderness she showed Cheng Jun, piercing my soul.

She must have never dreamed of me, right?

Let alone having my child; for all these years, she had never let me touch her.

Even during that first year when she treated me relatively well, she had told me she wanted to wait until after marriage to consummate the relationship.

I agreed, because I wasn't with her for the sake of sex.

Naturally, things like holding hands, hugging, and kissing still happened back then.

But after we married, she still wouldn't let me touch her.

There were always reasons—sometimes she was too tired from working late, sometimes she was on her period, sometimes she was in a bad mood.

There was always some excuse, to the point that for seven full years, I never touched her.

It’s humiliating to say, but that is the truth.

Therefore, I eventually stopped hoping for the impossible, like her bearing me a child.

Without waiting for a reply from Cheng Jun, she happily went to wash up.

While eating breakfast after washing up, Jiang Yue was suddenly struck by a whim and said to the maid, "Auntie Liu, I want to eat dumplings this morning."

"Very well, I'll go boil them immediately."

For Jiang Yue, being late for work didn't matter; she was the highest authority in the company, and no one dared to criticize her.

While waiting for Auntie Liu to boil the dumplings, she checked her phone from time to time.

Seeing her open the chat box with Cheng Jun, I realized she was waiting for his reply.

But Jiang Yue, you have no idea that your "white moonlight" is likely in some other woman's bed right now.

Of course you don't know. There is so much you don't know.

The best part is yet to come; your "white moonlight" will slowly consume you, and this is all of your own choosing.

Ten minutes later, Auntie Liu finished boiling the dumplings and brought them to Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue loved chive-filling dumplings, specifically steamed ones, paired with a spicy dipping sauce—I knew all of this.

She seemed to be in a good mood, and while eating, she said to Auntie Liu, "Auntie Liu, you're not from the North, so why are the dumplings you make so delicious?"

Auntie Liu looked embarrassed and smiled, "Miss Jiang, I didn't make these dumplings."

Jiang Yue asked with a puzzled face, "You didn't make them? Then who did? You were the only one in the kitchen just now."

"I boiled them, but I didn't wrap them."

Auntie Liu paused and added, "Mr. Chu made these himself—he rolled the dough, prepared the filling, and wrapped them. I just took them out of the freezer and steamed them."

Jiang Yue was about to put a dumpling into her mouth when she suddenly stopped.

She seemed to freeze for a moment. After a long while, she put down her chopsticks and asked in a low voice, "You mean... everything I've been eating was made by him?"

"Yes, Miss Jiang."

"To tell you the truth, I actually learned from Mr. Chu. The dumplings he wraps aren't just visually appealing; they're delicious, no worse than those made by people from the North who make them all the time."

Facing Auntie Liu's praise, I felt a somewhat bitter taste in my heart.

Because Jiang Yue knew nothing. I had gone all the way to the North specifically to learn because I knew she loved steamed dumplings.

Including rolling the dough, I spent a whole month learning there, and later continued to learn online after I returned.

I wasn't home for that month, but Jiang Yue never called me; she didn't care at all where I had gone.

Yet, I still tried to please her, hoping she would eat the most delicious dumplings in the world.

In the midst of Jiang Yue's silence, Auntie Liu asked her, "By the way, Miss Jiang, is Mr. Chu still not coming back?"

"He... he isn't coming back."

Auntie Liu had always treated me relatively well. Even though there was the distinction between servant and master, she knew my status in the house—in reality, it was even lower than a servant's.

Hearing this, Auntie Liu said, "Miss Jiang, although I shouldn't pry, I want to say a few words from my heart."

"In the three years I've worked here, I've seen what kind of person Mr. Chu is. I think... you should try to be a bit more understanding of him."

Jiang Yue couldn't bear to hear such things. Her mood, which had been fine, turned cold in an instant.

"Since you know you shouldn't pry into these things, then shut your mouth!"

Auntie Liu didn't say anything more; she was, after all, just a lowly servant.

Jiang Yue lost the appetite to continue eating. She threw down her chopsticks and left the house.

However, as she was nearing the company, she suddenly made a U-turn and headed in the direction of the orphanage where I used to live.