C19

Chapter 19 - A Dot of Warmth

Lying on the familiar bed of the Zhou Family, Liang Jia closed her eyes. Because her body hadn't completely recovered yet, and because so many things had happened today, she felt incredibly tired. Not long after, she fell into a dream.

In her dreams, many figures flashed across her mind. One moment, Li Yin was acting coquettishly as he held her arm. The next moment, Zhou Xing Chen's ice-cold face. The next moment, Xia Xin'er was laughing mockingly.

When Liang Jia opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright.

She didn't realize that she had actually slept for such a long time, but she didn't know if it was because she hadn't slept soundly last night, but right now, her waist and back were aching, and her body felt like it was about to fall apart.

Seemingly having been brought back by Zhou Weiqing to sleep, Liang Jia looked at her slightly dirty clothes, then decisively changed into a new set of clothes before hurrying into the bathroom to take a shower.

Before the steaming heat in the bathroom had even dissipated, Liang Wenrui's figure was outlined by a cloud of smoke.

She did not know how Zhou Weiqing had found Liang Jia yesterday and brought him back. She only knew that Liang Jia had been brought here, and that she was still the one who had been taught to be a virtuous, virtuous, and dignified future daughter-in-law.

Liang Wenrui saw that Liang Jia was wrapped in a silk bathrobe and had a slim figure. Her beautiful face had become as beautiful as a rosy clouds from the steaming hot water, and her red lips were slightly parted.

"Mom." When Liang Jia suddenly saw Liang Wenrui, she forced a smile and called out, "Mom."

"Mhm," Liang Wenrui said with a gentle smile. He nodded and said, "It looks like you've recovered already. Hurry and change your clothes. Xing Chen is still sleeping, and there's still some time left."

"Okay, Mom." Liang Jia understood that they were preparing their own breakfast.

She mocked herself as she touched the wound on her head that had yet to heal. She sighed inwardly.

Leong Jia quickly changed into a lemon yellow dress and busied herself in the kitchen. She presented three delicately looking breakfasts, a fruit salad, and a thick Italian seafood soup. The main dish was a brownie cake.

At this time, Zhou Xing Chen walked down the stairs and saw his mother sitting upright in the main seat, Liang Jia by his side, fiddling with the utensils. Although her makeup was exquisite, it was difficult to conceal her sickly appearance beneath the makeup.

Seeing Zhou Xing Chen walk down the stairs, Liang Jia smiled and greeted him, "Xing Chen, breakfast is ready."

Zhou Xing Chen's frown deepened as he asked coldly, "Have you recovered completely?" So in such a hurry to do all of this? "

"Don't do these things again in the future." Although Zhou Xing Chen had spoken in a commanding tone, his words carried a hint of seriousness. Liang Jia looked at him and actually felt a strand of warmth slowly enter her heart.

"This is her duty," Liang Wenrui glanced at Zhou Xing Chen with a puzzled expression. "Otherwise, how will she take care of you in the future?"

"I don't need it."

"As long as she's in this house, she has to do it," Liang said, cutting off a small piece of Bronwyn with grace and ease.

Zhou Xingchen pursed her lips, "Really?" With that, she pulled Liang Jia along and left, completely ignoring what his mother had shouted behind him and what she had shouted at him.

He stuffed Liangjia into the car, quickly fastened her seat belt, started the car, and left the Zhou family far behind.

Liang Jia was a little afraid, but also a little curious.

She was afraid, of course she was afraid of Liang Wenrui. All these years, to put things bluntly, she had been looking at Mother Zhou's face. She didn't dare to think about how to face Liang Wenrui's anger.

Weird, of course it's the temperamental young master Zhou who does not play his cards according to common sense. Ever since he disappeared, he seemed to be very fond of pulling him along. Yesterday, he had pulled him away from Li Yin, but today, he was dragging him away from Zhou Mansion.

Liang Jia had been taught like a robot since she was young, and her life in the Zhou Mansion was even more glorious on the surface. In reality, it was worse than death. Liang Jia never thought that the one who would bring him away from the Zhou Family would be the one who hated him since she was young, the one who avoided him. Was this considered protecting him? In all these years, besides the time she had spent with her father and Li Yin, there was only this one time that warmed her heart. Liang Jia stared at Zhou Xing Chen's carved profile, a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

As the car came to a halt, Zhou Xing Chen brought Liang Jia to his villa.

"You're back!" It was a charming female voice.

Xia Xin'er hurriedly went downstairs to welcome him, but it was Liang Jia who met her eyes.

Didn't Xing Chen say that this was their home! How could he, how could he bring Liang Jia over! Her face immediately lost all color and she stood still.

When she suddenly saw Xia Xin'er, Liang Jia was also drowsy and didn't know what to say.

On the other hand, Zhou Xing Chen was the one who was the most approachable. He took Xia Xin'er into his embrace, intimately scratching her nose, and said softly, "The countryside is quiet. She's just sick. She's only been here for a few days."

Xia Xin'er pouted, feeling wronged: "But …"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xing Chen had already sucked up the petal-like lips of Xia Xin`er, as if no one was around to plunder her. Xia Xin`er also gave in to his demands, lips intersecting, tongue intertwining, Xia Xin'er was kissed to the point of confusion and confusion, her eyes becoming misty, her cheeks flushed red, and she suddenly felt the sky spin, and Xia Xin'er was carried away by Zhou Xing Chen as they walked towards her bedroom.

When Liang Jia first saw this scene, she found it unbelievable. The two of them were actually like this. He was so brazen, yet he somehow felt a chill in her heart and her eyes, and she did not know where to put her hands and feet. She was so unnecessary … since he, Zhou Xing Chen, wanted to hide in the Golden House, why would she drag him here? Aren't you afraid of getting in the way?

She thought for a while more and understood. Indeed, he hated her so much that he would do these things to provoke her and obstruct her sight. But, why did he have to suffer such a shock? The slight warmth and gratitude instantly vanished.

Thinking of this, she stroked her hair and went upstairs. She found an empty room and went to rest.

At first, Zhou Xing Chen just wanted to stop Xia Xin'er from objecting, but later on, as he kissed her, he recalled that intense, peach coloured kiss he had with Liang Jia in the office, his body became a little out of control.

He saw Liang Jia standing alone in the middle of the living room with her arms folded and a bit sad on her small, pale face.

In the end, he turned around and walked away, his figure completely lonely. Did Liang Jia feel sad?

Zhou Xing Chen immediately lost his interest, the cold aura around him growing stronger. Xia Xin'er, who was still in his embrace, couldn't understand what was going on as she caressed the side of his face. She called out softly, "Xing Chen?"

He acted as if he didn't hear her words as his mind flashed past her delicate figure. He actually couldn't catch his breath as he put Xia Xin'er down and said: "Rest well." He turned and left.

Although Xia Xin'er didn't quite understand what Zhou Weiqing was thinking, his sudden downfall was most likely due to Liang Jia.

"Liang Jia …" Xia Xin'er muttered this name. She bit her lower lip and her fingers were pinched until they turned white.