klisemfg Chapter 877 Shouldn’t You Be Responsible?
Chapter 877 Shouldn’t You Be Responsible?
The cordon around Dongheng Community has been quietly removed, and the crowd of onlookers has gradually dispersed, leaving only a few crumpled flyers in front of the building.
Jiang Li half-hugged Yu Qianqian as she walked out of the corridor. The latter's steps were still a little unsteady.
There were a few spots of dust from the rooftop on her white dress, and her face was still covered with tears, but her eyes were calmer than before.
The two walked straight into the small house that Yu Qianqian rented. Jiang Li helped her sit down on the sofa.
He sat down next to her, his fingertips still trembling slightly - the shocking scene on the rooftop was still there.
Jiang Chengyu followed behind into the house, his eyes scanning the surroundings inconspicuously.
This is a one-bedroom apartment of less than 30 square meters, with simple but neatly arranged furniture:
There is a half row of professional books in the bookcase against the wall, and the mugs on the coffee table are placed neatly.
There were a few washed-out shirts hanging on the balcony. The sunlight came in through the gauze windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
Yu Qianqian was still sobbing softly, her shoulders twitching. Jiang Li took out a tissue.
He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, as if he was protecting a fragile piece of porcelain.
Jiang Chengyu walked to the water dispenser and took a cup of warm water. Fine water droplets quickly condensed on the wall of the cup.
He handed it to Yu Qianqian and said in a calm voice, "Have a drink of water. The wind on the rooftop is strong, so warm your stomach."
This intimate remark was like a small stone, spreading warmth in the hearts of both of them.
Yu Qianqian raised her red eyes, her fingertips trembling as she took the cup of water, and choked with sobs as she said, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Chengyu looked at her, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty: "Deng Zhouyi is outside. He...is not that bad actually. Do you want to meet him?"
Yu Qianqian suddenly tightened her grip on the water cup, causing a few drops of water to splash onto the back of her hand.
She didn't expect that the man who dropped his bank card in the hotel and whose eyes were as cold as ice would actually run over when he learned that she was going to jump off the building.
Surprise flooded her eyes like a tide. She looked at Jiang Chengyu, her lips moved, but she couldn't speak.
Jiang Li, standing by, had a clear mind. She worked in public relations at Zidong International, had seen many twists and turns in the upper echelons of society, and knew the boundaries of her own identity.
A girl from the countryside who has established herself on the road through hard work and perseverance is simply not in the same world as those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
What's more, after Jiang Chengyu took over the company, he set a strict rule: internal private relationships are strictly prohibited during working hours, not to mention such entanglements involving emotional relationships.
She gently patted the back of Yu Qianqian's hand, her tone filled with the earnestness of someone who had experienced this:
"Qianqian, it wasn't easy for us to leave our hometown. We're not on the same level as them. This kind of injury, once is enough. We have to start over again."
After saying that, she looked up at Jiang Chengyu with just the right amount of respect in her eyes.
She knew that the boss was an upright person and never engaged in office romances. The outside world only said that he had a close relationship with President Mu, but there had never been any scandals about him.
Jiang Li stood up and said firmly, "Boss Jiang, let him go. Although we sisters come from the countryside, we have our own bottom line, and not everyone can trample on it casually."
"You grew up in a privileged environment, and we make a living through our own efforts. We live our lives to the best of our abilities, and that's enough."
She paused, then emphasized her tone, "So I've decided for Qianqian that from now on, she and Deng Zhouyi will have no further contact. I told him... not to come anymore."
Jiang Chengyu listened calmly, his eyes fixed on Yu Qianqian's face. "Yu Qianqian, no one else can make the decision for you on this matter. What do you think? Do you really not want to talk it out with him?"
Yu Qianqian's eyes were instantly confused, like a frightened deer. She looked at Jiang Li, then at Jiang Chengyu, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes.
Seeing this, Jiang Li stepped forward and stood in front of Yu Qianqian, saying decisively: "Qianqian is simple-minded, how can she defeat Deng Zhouyi?
Do you know what people call him? 'Cold-Faced Zhuge Liang.' He's been behind the scenes scheming to get Fengteng International to where it is today.
Master Jing thinks highly of him, and he can easily give you 500,000 yuan. How can an ordinary subordinate do this? "
Jiang Chengyu's heart moved slightly when he heard this. No wonder Teng Zijing was so nervous when he beat Deng Zhouyi in Teng Zijing's office just now.
They grew up together. Teng Zijing is two years older than Deng Zhouyi. Although they are not blood brothers, their friendship is closer than that of siblings.
Jiang Li only knew that Deng Zhouyi was Teng Zijing's trusted "military advisor" and that most of the company's difficult matters were left to him to handle, but he was unaware of the deeper connection.
He looked at Jiang Li's clear and organized appearance, and suddenly felt that this capable man in the public relations department was indeed extraordinary.
She is calm and has a clear stance in the face of difficulties. No wonder having her around saves me a lot of worries after I took over the company.
"Jiang Li, stay with Qianqian for a while." Jiang Chengyu turned and walked towards the door. "I'll go call Deng Zhouyi and Jing Ye in. Ultimately, they should let them resolve this matter themselves."
"Mr. Jiang!" Jiang Li didn't expect him to make such a decision. He hurriedly took a step forward, his tone full of confusion.
Jiang Chengyu looked at her sideways, his eyes calm: "Take good care of her." After that, he strode out of the door, his leather shoes making steady sounds on the concrete floor of the corridor.
Only Jiang Li and Yu Qianqian were left in the room, and the air was filled with lingering fear and an indescribable tug.
Jiang Li sat down again, held Yu Qianqian's cold hand, and sighed in his heart: In the end, she has to cross this hurdle by herself.
Jiang Chengyu pushed open the door of the apartment building, and the afternoon sun slanted down on his shoulders, stretching his figure very long.
He walked straight to the black business car parked on the side of the road. When he opened the door and sat in the back seat, the leather seat made a slight creaking sound.
My eyes unconsciously swept out the window - the leaves of the sycamore tree at the entrance of the community were rustling in the wind.
Several children were chasing and playing not far away, a peaceful scene that was completely different from the crisis just now.
"Deng Zhouyi," he said, his voice still cold, "I didn't care about your mischief outside before. But you shouldn't have touched the people I brought with me."
Deng Zhouyi was leaning against the car door, resting with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him with a hint of disdain on his lips:
"When I took her out, she didn't say a word of 'no'. I treated her like any other girl who came up to me. I gave her some money afterwards and settled the matter. What's the problem?"
Jiang Chengyu didn't respond, but turned his gaze towards him, his eyes as deep as a pool: "Let's go up and talk."
"What's there to talk about?" Deng Zhouyi sneered and leaned back in his chair, "You all know my miserable experience, I'm not worthy of the drama of 'starting a family'.
Are you trying to force me to submit and force me to marry her? Are you trying to force me to take responsibility and marry her?
"Deng Zhouyi!" Teng Zijing in the front row was a little annoyed when he heard Deng Zhouyi's self-deprecating tone.
He turned around suddenly and crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "What do you mean you're not worthy of her? If there's a girl you really like, no one can stop you from getting married!"
Deng Zhouyi turned his face away, his tone a little awkward and sharp: "Brother, how do you know she's not attracted to my status? She's going to the point of wanting to jump off the building, isn't it just to force me to take responsibility?"
Jiang Chengyu looked at him, his expression as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips, and said coldly:
"No matter what she's up to, shouldn't you be responsible now that she's been dragged away? I'll give you two choices: walk up on your own, or I'll carry you up."
"Jiang Chengyu." Although Teng Zijing called Jiang Chengyu by his full name instead of calling him Mr. Jiang,
Explanation: After getting to know Jiang Chengyu today, he has a deep understanding of Jiang Chengyu's character.
Deng Zhouyi was a brother he had watched grow up with. He was selfish and quickly defended him. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.
The lighter made a "click" sound, he took a puff, exhaled the smoke, and said frankly: "Gu Ze Apartment,
That night, Chou Bao told me your background. I know that even if Deng and I join forces now, we may not be your match.
That move you just made, 'Roc Spreads Its Wings,' we've only seen in martial arts movies, and those were fake moves done with wires. You're using real kung fu."
The cigarette smoke between his fingers spread throughout the carriage, and he said in a very mature manner: "Deng's temper,
I spoiled him since he was little, so as the older brother, I can't escape responsibility either."
The cigarette butt flickered between his fingers. Teng Zijing's tone darkened, with the earnestness that only a brother could muster:
"Deng, if you have even the slightest interest in Yu Qianqian, I'll go talk to Aunt Deng later.
You can't be single forever, and I can't just watch you wander around alone until you grow old."
Deng Zhouyi's shoulders moved imperceptibly. After a long silence, he muttered in a muffled voice, "It's... not that I don't like her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought her out last night."
"Get out of the car." Jiang Chengyu said concisely, and took the lead in opening the car door and walking out.
Teng Zijing then pushed open the driver's door, his leather shoes making a dull sound as they stepped on the asphalt road.
Deng Zhouyi got out of the car reluctantly, and when he passed by Jiang Chengyu, he deliberately bumped his shoulder.
With a bit of defiance, he turned and walked towards the gate of the community. He looked tough from behind, but his steps were a bit slow.
Jiang Chengyu looked at his back, a barely perceptible relaxation flashed across his eyes, and he followed him.
Teng Zijing put out his cigarette, quickly followed, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief - this brat finally didn't persist.
Jiang Chengyu brought Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi to the floor where Yu Qianqian lived. The voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up with the sound of their footsteps.
Under the warm yellow light, the mottled patches on the wall were particularly conspicuous. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The sound of knuckles knocking on the wooden door made a soft "knock knock" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.
After a while, there was a rustling sound from inside the door. Jiang Li opened the door and saw the two people following Jiang Chengyu.
His eyes froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and stepped aside to make way: "Boss Jiang."
Jiang Chengyu walked into the room, his eyes first falling on Yu Qianqian who was lying on the sofa - she had stopped crying.
But her eyes were still red, and she was holding the cup of warm water handed to her by Jiang Li. When she saw someone coming in, she subconsciously shrank into the corner of the sofa.
Jiang Chengyu retracted his gaze and raised his chin to Teng Zijing: "Master Jing, please sit down." He then reached out and pushed Deng Zhouyi beside him, and said in an unquestionable and tough tone, "Sit down."
Deng Zhouyi shook off his hand, his face still showing a bit of awkward stiffness, but he didn't resist any more.
He fell on his buttocks on the other end of the sofa, causing the cushion to sag. He rested his hands on his knees and glanced out the window, deliberately avoiding looking at Yu Qianqian.
Teng Zijing sat down on the single sofa in the middle, his back straight, which seemed a bit out of place in this simple rental house.
He first looked at Yu Qianqian, his eyes carrying a rare solemnity. When he spoke, his voice was much deeper than usual: "Miss Yu, I'm sorry."
When these words were spoken, Jiang Li and Yu Qianqian were stunned.
Teng Zijing ignored their reactions and continued, "Deng Zhouyi is a fool and hurt you.
As a brother, I have a responsibility. I brought him here today to give you an explanation."
He paused, then turned his gaze to Deng Zhouyi. Seeing that he did not refute, he looked at Yu Qianqian again.
"If you want him to be responsible, I, Teng Zijing, promise here that I will give you a proper wedding, and I will not skimp on all the necessary etiquette."
Jiang Li almost lost his grip on the water cup. Who in the outside world doesn't know Teng Zijing's name? "Jing Ye" of Fengteng International,
He is ruthless and has a bad temper. He never leaves room for others in the business world. It is rumored that in order to grab a project, he was able to cause chaos in the rival company.
It's not a rumor. When Jiang Chengyu won the bidding project, Teng Zijing was furious and secretly made some moves.
Jiang Chengyu also failed to escape the fall. If it weren't for his special skills, he might have turned into ashes by now!
In order to express his sincerity, he once accused Jiang Shuo of several other culprits, including Qi Haoyu, an assistant of "Antai Technology", and the department head of "CY Rongchuang".
It seems like a fairy tale that such a person is sitting in this rental house at this moment, calmly talking about "wedding" and "responsibility".
Yu Qianqian was so shocked that she was speechless. She remembered Deng Zhouyi's indifference when he left the bank card last night.
Thinking of the despair he felt when he stood on the edge of the rooftop, and then looking at Teng Zijing's serious expression,
Deng Zhouyi seemed awkward but didn't refute, and for a moment he was a little dazed.
The air was quiet, with only the occasional sound of traffic coming from outside the window. Jiang Chengyu stood aside, watching this subtle confrontation.
No words were spoken - the groundwork had been laid, and the rest should be left to them to say.