Chapter 127

A Bet on His Last Shred of Love (2)

The car stopped at the door of the villa. Wen Yu got out of the car, and ran home with her hands covering her head from the rain. Aunt Shier was in the living room and she was stunned when she saw her. “Didn’t you go out for dinner with the young master?”

Wen Yu opened her mouth and immediately understood that Jiang Yuhe had not returned.

Yes, he told her to leave within three hours, how could he be back.

With his character, letting her leave peacefully like this may have been his last shred of love.

Wen Yu didn’t know how to answer Aunt Shier, she bowed her head, said nothing, and went straight to her room on the second floor.

During the three months of living here, Wen Yu tried to leave once when she was a lower-class citizen, and then once she became used to the house, she was once taken away by her brother. They say things don’t happen more than three times, and finally there was such a day. The squatter was driven away by the owner.

It’s real this time.

Wen Yu silently looked around the room she had lived in for three months, which seemed like a second home. At the same time, she thanked Jiang Yuhe from the bottom of her heart, that he was willing to give her some time to say goodbye.

There was nothing to pack, just like the previous few departures, except for her own bag and two small objects, everything in this house belongs to the Jiang family and she will not take it away.

WeChat suddenly rang at this time, interrupting Wen Yu’s thoughts.

Knowing that Jiang Yuhe wouldn’t care about her anymore, Wen Yu still opened WeChat with 0.01% hope.

But the moment she saw the image, she was still disappointed.

It’s not him, it’s You Xin.

[Baby, did you succeed in confessing? Let me guess. Is it time for you to go back to the bedroom now?]

How ironic.

She did go back to the bedroom, but it wasn’t his.

Wen Yu really didn’t know why she believed that Jiang Yuhe’s liking for her could resist such a truth.

Wen Qingyou’s words were still in her ears. In the end she was too naive.

[I am packing things at Jiang’s house now, I don’t know where to go later…]

[? ? ? ? ? ? what happened?]

[Sorry Xin Xin, I want to be quiet for a while, I’ll see you later.]

After sending the WeChat message, Wen Yu turned off the phone and put it in her bag.

She glanced at her bedroom for the last time and walked out. She originally wanted to go downstairs, but halfway down, she remembered something and turned back, stopping in front of Jiang Yuhe’s bedroom.

After hesitating for a long time, and after watching Aunt Shier’s location several times, Wen Yu gently opened the door.

She hadn’t come to Jiang Yuhe’s bedroom many times. In the past, it was because she was not allowed to approach. Later, when she was allowed she only came to wake him up or call him for meals at the door.

That time when she entered, she was pressed behind the door and completed her first kiss in a panic.

Wen Yu closed the door and walked into the room.

Jiang Yuhe’s bedroom was just like that of his character. The overall tone was black and gray, with simple lines and a strong sense of coldness in every object and scene.

To the point that Wen Yu truly feel he lived here when standing in the room, it was as if he would suddenly appear in the next second. He would frown and ask her as usual.

“What are you doing here?”

But such a picture would never be seen again.

Wen Yu’s nose became sour, and she didn’t want to think about it anymore, she walked directly to the door on the side and pushed open the man’s wardrobe.

She could see a neat row of expensive shirts.

Although it looks almost all black at first glance, it was black, brown-black, jet-black, blue-black, gray-black…

Wen Yu’s hand swept across the hangers lightly, and finally stopped on the purest piece of pure black shirt.

She didn’t want to take anything that she had.

But of him, she wanted to take one thing away selfishly.

When she went downstairs again, Aunt Shier sat alone at the table for dinner, and when Wen Yu came down, she called her as usual.

“Have you eaten? I just called you but you didn’t speak. Don’t blame me for talking too much, have you quarreled with the young master again?”

Wen Yu shook her head, “No.”

She stepped forward and took out the bottle of perfume from her bag, “Aunt Shier, this is for you.”

The Aunt Shier was stunned, and looked down, “For me?”

Wen Yu was leaving too suddenly. Wen Yu didn’t have any preparations. This bottle of perfume bought from France has always been her favorite. When she went bankrupt, she even brought it back from Jiangcheng to Beijing for her to hoard. For her, it was a very beloved item.

It was also the only thing that belongs to her that she can give out right now.

“Thank you for taking care of me these three months.” Wen Yu said sincerely.

“…”

Suddenly, Aunt Shier stood up a little at a loss, wiped her hand on her apron twice, and took the perfume, “No, what are you doing now? Can you two not scare me every couple of days? I can’t stand the fright.”

Wen Yu smiled, stepped forward and hugged Aunt Shier gently. “The perfume smells very good, you are so cute, a spray will make you more attractive.”

“…”

After saying this, Wen Yu let go of Aunt Shier. She checked her watch, pretending to be relaxed and said, “It’s getting late, I’m leaving now.”

Although Aunt Shier was still at a loss and didn’t know what had happened. She looked at the bad weather outside and immediately took out an umbrella from the cabinet.

It seems that she also noticed the difference this time, it was different from the past. After a long pause, she handed the umbrella to Wen Yu. “Child, take care.”

Wen Yu nodded, holding back the soreness in her eyes and walking towards the entrance. When she approached the door, she remembered something, and turned to ask.

“Did the siblings of “Autumn Tale” finally end up together?”

“Huh?” The Aunt Shier was stunned, and shook her head regretfully, “No.”

Hearing this answer, Wen Yu hummed softly and smiled calmly. “Thank you, may we meet again, Aunt Shier.”

‘May we meet again.’

No, maybe never again.