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He finished all the noodles and nodded in satisfaction. He squinted at the woman in front of him and said, "Thank you."

"Happy Birthday."

After so many birthdays, this was truly the most unforgettable time for him. What was most unforgettable was that this woman was special and unique to him. This was the first time he had felt this way.

"Jiang Ruoqing, marry me." He suddenly spoke.

Jiang Ruoqing, who was sitting opposite to him, was immediately scared silly, and stared at him in a daze, "What kind of international joke are you joking about?"

"I didn't. I was serious."

Jiang Ruoqing had not forgotten what he had said to Li Xuelian earlier about proposing marriage. This man was completely uneasy about the rules and wanted to lay down her cards.

"Your seriousness is worthless."

"Why is it not worth anything anymore? Go and find out just how much I, Jing Moxuan, am worth. Jing Moxuan said anxiously, the feeling of being rejected was not good, to the point that he felt uncomfortable in a certain place at the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Ruoqing curled her lips, and said without giving any face, "I'm not interested."

Jing Moxuan had nothing left to say. Staring at her in a daze, he could feel the sadness in her heart. It seemed that he had to work harder to find the antidote in order to truly save her.

In the afternoon, Jing Moxuan left after receiving a phone call. He rushed to one of the luxurious villas, which was actually decorated with the Black Element, and felt a sense of suppression just from looking at the outside.

The villa was surrounded by mercenaries with guns. It was a very strict place.

Jing Moxuan walked in with large strides, and a middle aged man walked over and smiled, "The old man is playing golf."

"Oh? "Is that so?" He smiled and got into the observation car. "Let's go and see how grandpa's skills are."

It was obvious that grandfather was among them. After rushing over, he immediately got off the car, and the surrounding people all opened a path for him. Jing Moxuan sweetly called out, "Grandfather."

An old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit turned his head. The old man's facial features were clear. Although he was old, it wasn't hard to tell that he was also handsome. However, his eyes were cloudy and he had a stern expression.

"Kid, why did you take so long to return?"

"Didn't I just come back to see grandpa?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile that was not a smile, "Really? "How come I heard that you came back the day before yesterday, but went to your own island and stayed there for two days?"

His expression instantly froze, he rubbed his nose and laughed dryly, "Really, I can't hide anything from grandpa."

The old man took a stance and struck with his staff. He watched as the ball flew towards the frozen ball. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to enter the hole. The old man then threw the pole to the person next to him.

He said somewhat angrily, "I won't fight anymore."

The surrounding people did not dare to refute, and only obediently stood to the side. On the other hand, Jing Moxuan directly went over, and laughed while teasing, "Grandfather is not even so patient as to play golf."

The old man's expression did not change as he heard this. He laughed and said, "Let's go. I need to talk to you."

Hearing this, Jing Moxuan's expression became serious, he lowered his head and replied, "Alright!"

They arrived at the villa, and as expected, it was as they had expected, the villa was filled with darkness and a depressing atmosphere. Jing Moxuan followed the old man into the study, and the old man sat on a chair and lit a cigar.

With a sharp gaze, he stared at Jing Moxuan who was standing opposite of him, and said indifferently, "You have returned half a month later than expected."

Jing Moxuan laughed and replied in a low voice, "Something has changed."

"Change? What changes? "

"Cousin doesn't want to come back." Jing Moxuan subconsciously clenched his fists, and couldn't help but become nervous.

The old man stared at him with a sharp look, and then he suddenly laughed, saying, "Is it that Yi Chen is unwilling to come back, or do you not wish to come back? A few days ago, Chen went to Yunnan, and he called me for help. "

Hearing this, Jing Moxuan's expression became serious, his head drooped down extremely low, and his hands nervously clenched into fists.

"At that time, he was looking for a woman. I got someone to help me investigate it, but I didn't expect to find something else." The old man sneered, his muddy eyes shining, "You designed a bus to fall off a cliff? Yet, that woman was already stunned by you. Was it because she wanted him to think that woman had died? "

Jing Moxuan was drenched in cold sweat as he dryly laughed in response, "Grandfather truly is resourceful, to be able to find out even about this matter."

"I don't care about your style of doing things, but why did you kidnap that woman?"

"I just wanted to use this to suppress Cheng Yichen and play a game with him." He replied in a trembling voice.

The old man's sharp eyes swept over him, his tone carrying a hint of distrust. "Is that true?"

"Really."

"It's best if it's like this. I'm warning you, don't go overboard with this game."

Jing Moxuan's palms dripped with sweat as he nodded his head, "Grandson will remember."

The old man waved his hand. "Go out. Today is your birthday. It's time to see your mother."

His nose suddenly felt sore and he replied in a hoarse voice, "OK."

Walking out of the study room, he let out a heavy sigh. However, it was as if there was a huge rock pressing against his chest, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable. It was an especially depressing feeling.

The mountain behind the villa was filled with lavender. He climbed up the mountain step by step. There were a few graves on the hillside. He squatted down on one of them and wiped the photos on it with a smile.

He directly sat down and squinted his eyes as he looked at the sun that was not too far away, "Mom, today is my birthday. It's your bitter day, do you miss me?"

"I've been doing very well. You don't have to worry about me; by the way, I have something important to tell you. I met a woman who had a bad temper and hated me very much, but I seem to be attracted to her. I don't even know what happened."

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the garden. He immediately stopped and stood up to look at the person. It was a man in his fifties, wearing a suit with a flower in his hand.

Jing Moxuan's face immediately filled with disgust, "Why are you here?"

"To see your mother." The middle-aged man placed the flowers in front of the grave.

Jing Moxuan's face became ugly, he immediately threw the flower to the side, his eyes full of mockery: "My mom does not need your flowers, stop coming here to see her, she will not forgive you."

"It's been so many years, why are you still like this?" The middle-aged man looked helpless.

Jing Moxuan sneered, "I won't change anything now. Don't forget, I'm the one who knows everything about you back then."

He immediately stood up and walked over. His mood had been broken because of the appearance of the middle-aged man. He was truly resentful in his heart, but there was one thing that he could not refute, and that was that he was his son.

On the mountainside, the butler looked at him with a smile. He seemed to have something to say as Jing Moxuan walked down and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"Cheng Yichen will be here in a few days."

"Got it." Jing Moxuan's mouth curved into a sarcastic smile, "What do you think, that would be more fun?"

The butler just smiled faintly and did not say anything. Whether or not Cheng Yichen coming to America was a challenge or a good thing for him, all of them would depend on him.

Jing Moxuan stayed in the villa for two nights before leaving. The old man stood at the window of the study on the second floor and spoke with an indifferent tone, "Go check his whereabouts and that woman's background."

"Yes."

The old man's face revealed a smile, he had started to become interested in the woman that Jing Moxuan had hidden away, what kind of charm could he possibly have?

The private jet directly landed on the small island. After Jing Moxuan got off the plane, he immediately ran towards the villa, just in time to see the doctor running in panic, the doctor hurriedly explained.

"Miss Jiang fainted again."

Jing Moxuan's pupils contracted fiercely. He went upstairs and found a few drops of bright red on the clean bed sheets, while the maid wiped the blood from her nose nervously.

She lay there with a pale face, her cheeks stained with blood. She looked horrifying. He usually wasn't afraid of blood, but this time he was a little scared. He hated this blood.

"It's happening more and more frequently."

Jing Moxuan's expression was stiff as he whispered, "Let's stop the bleeding first."

He did not go closer but instead retreated to the door, his hand slightly clenched into a fist. This was the first time that a man that usually killed people without feeling like he did not want to see a person die.

Could it be that he had to go to the Saint Doctor? His brows tightly knitted together. There was no other way but to find the Saint Doctor. Perhaps there was still a sliver of a chance for survival.

When Jiang Ruoqing woke up, it was already night. She slowly opened her eyes, looking exhausted. She weakly exhaled and sat up, and the maid seemed to have heard her voice and quickly responded.

"Miss Jiang, the Young Master ordered for you to drink this."

subconsciously avoided the soup when he saw it now. He had drank too much during his pregnancy, so he was very disgusted now.

"Can I not drink?"

The maid's expression was very persistent, she directly refused, "No, Young Master told you to drink it."

Not just to drink, but to drink? Jiang Ruoqing instantly felt that her whole life wasn't good, "Where's Jing Moxuan? I'll go ask him myself! "

The maid replied respectfully, "The young master went out. He is not on the island."

Her expression froze as she felt indignant in her heart. Damn, she didn't know how long he was going to keep her locked up for. However, she had an illness yesterday, so she shouldn't be able to live for much longer, right?

He took a deep breath and felt sad. The last part of his life was still imprisoned in this damned place? Although the place was beautiful and good, she still felt a sense of constraint.

Just like that, day after day? [How sad and cold it is. You actually spent your last days in this place?]

Right at this moment, she sensed the rumbling sound coming from outside, her expression changed and she asked, "Could it be that Jing Moxuan is back?"

She rushed outside just in time to see a group of people walking in, led by an old man. The old man was wearing a Chinese tunic and had his hands behind his back as he walked in.

This old man was very imposing. All the people who came with him automatically stood behind him, and the maid even made tea and brought it up.

The old man squinted his eyes as he looked at her, and said coldly, "You are Jiang Ruoqing?"

She walked over slowly and stood in front of him, her eyes full of doubt. "I am."

"You should be able to guess who I am, right?" He said with a cold laugh.

The corner of Jiang Ruoqing's mouth twitched as she shook her head in confusion, "I don't know."

The old man's face instantly filled with dissatisfaction, "I am Jing Moxuan's grandfather!"

Her heart thumped. Jing Moxuan's grandfather, who was also Cheng Yichen's grandfather? This was the grandfather that Cheng Yichen was especially afraid of?