Chapter 10 Not a substitute

These words were like a switch, easily turning on Qiao Jingxue's tear ducts.

She cried and threw herself into Zhao Hanchen's arms, her voice choked with sobs: "Ah Chen, I hate you so much. Why didn't you insist on holding on for me more in the first place?"

The original engagement between Qiao Jingxue and Zhou Siheng was the result of the decline of the Qiao family and their desire to cling to the Zhou family.

Zhou Jingwei had a powerful voice and a distinguished status in the Zhou family. The Qiao family did not dare to think about it, so they set their sights on Zhou Siheng, the eldest son of the closest branch of the Zhou family.

At that time, Qiao Jingxue was already Zhao Hanchen's girlfriend. However, the eldest son Zhao was only twenty years old at the time and was far from establishing a firm foothold in the Zhao family. It would be useless to marry such a woman who would not help his career prospects.

The accident will be opposed by everyone.

So a first love came to an abrupt end easily.

Breaking up is not so unforgettable, but it is hard to forget.

Zhao Hanchen has actually always felt guilty about what happened back then, so the girlfriends he has found over the years have more or less the shadow of Qiao Jingxue in them.

He has no way to compensate her. Only when he is with these women who are similar to her, his guilt will be alleviated.

He patted Qiao Jingxue's shoulder, his eyes filled with distress and self-blame.

Facing Qiao Jingxue's accusation, he could only say dumbly: "It's raining, let's go in and talk if you have anything to say, okay?"

Qiao Jingxue cried sadly in his arms. After a long while, she pinched the hem of his clothes, sobbed and nodded.

The entrance hall smells of jasmine and incense.

When Zhao Hanchen pushed the door open and entered, he was in a daze for a moment.

There was a sandalwood-colored sachet at the door, which Cheng Weiyue gave to him not long ago.

The little girl believes in Buddhism. It is said that she got this from the temple, and there are some Sanskrit characters embroidered on the sachet.

Zhao Hanchen looked away, but his steps stopped.

He subconsciously touched the cell phone in his pocket.

He had just received a call from Qiao Jingxue. Listening to her crying on the phone, he was distracted and just wanted to come over and see her as soon as possible.

Along the way, I was really anxious.

Now he remembered that he left Cheng Weiyue alone in the hotel to deal with Zhou Jingwei, and he didn't know if she could handle it.

He and Zhou Jingwei have known each other for so many years, and they are the most difficult to deal with because of their laughter.

With this thought in mind, he took out his cell phone to contact Cheng Weiyue, but immediately saw a dozen missed calls popping up, all from the latter.

He was hesitating whether to call or not, when Qiao Jingxue behind him suddenly hugged him slowly.

Her voice was very soft, as if she was sighing: "Ah Chen."

Zhao Hanchen turned off the screen of his mobile phone and looked down at the woman's slender hands clasped around his waist: "Jingxue, you are married, you can't hold me like this."

The woman behind her breathed slightly, and then loosened her arms naturally.

She walked up to Zhao Hanchen, with a charming and flamboyant face, red lips, white teeth, and sparkling eyes. She said, "You shouldn't treat others as my substitute. Ah Chen, please let the little girl go. I just said

Did you see her name? Her name is Ning Ning?"

Zhao Han frowned deeply.

But in the end, he felt guilty about Qiao Jingxue. Even though her words were a little offensive, he didn't get angry.

On the contrary, this sentence pierced his self-deception.

Does Cheng Weiyue look like Qiao Jingxue?

The first time Zhao Hanchen saw Cheng Weiyue, the eighteen-year-old girl stood gracefully at a college entrance banquet held for her. She wore a white gauze skirt, cherry-red lips, and a bright and charming look between her eyebrows.

, but yet spotlessly clean.

She has the same bright facial features as Qiao Jingxue, but they are completely different.

He just gave himself a reason, a reason to keep her by his side with peace of mind.

Zhao Hanchen sweated a little on his back, and he realized belatedly that he had never regarded Cheng Weiyue as Qiao Jingxue's substitute.

Cheng Weiyue was just Cheng Weiyue, the Cheng Weiyue who could make him almost angry to death, but he still stayed by his side.

He tightened his fingers slightly, looked at Qiao Jingxue's face, and said seriously: "But she is not like you."

So in the dim and quiet entrance hall, the expression on Qiao Jingxue's face gradually solidified, stiffened, and turned to stone...

The meeting did not go smoothly and ended with Qiao Jingxue's escape.

She was in a hurry when she left, with tears in her eyes that refused to fall. She said goodbye to Zhao Hanchen with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, it's just wishful thinking. It's getting late, so I'll leave first."

Zhao Hanchen didn't stop her. After she left, he saw a champagne-colored earring on the ground.

He bent down to pick up the earrings and stared at them silently, doubts and confusion gradually appeared in his eyes...

The next day, Cheng Weiyue received a call from Zhao Hanchen in the early morning.

On the other end of the phone, his voice was full of weariness and exhaustion, and he said hoarsely: "I'll wait for you at the intersection of your house."

Cheng Weiyue actually hadn't woken up yet, so she didn't care about dressing up at the moment. She just washed briefly and went out in her pajamas.

Zhao Hanchen's black Bentley stood flamboyantly at the entrance of the alley. People came and went in broad daylight, and those who passed by would inevitably look at him.

When the driver saw Cheng Weiyue, he opened the back seat door for her.

Cheng Weiyue bit the bullet and sat in under the probing gazes of passers-by.

Zhao Hanchen wore a black shirt and burgundy tie today, looking very businesslike.

He planned to go on a business trip to another city, and before leaving, he wanted to see her by some strange combination of circumstances.

Probably...a little concerned.

As soon as Cheng Weiyue sat down, he took her into his arms.

Zhao Hanchen touched the bunny ears on the back of her fluffy pajamas, and his phoenix eyes smiled: "Childish."

Cheng Weiyue felt very shy. She looked at the man's charming and handsome face, and her heart beat rapidly.

"Mom bought it." She defended in a low voice.

Zhao Hanchen didn't know whether he heard it or not, but he just asked: "After I left last night, Zhou Jingwei didn't make you feel uncomfortable, right?"

Cheng Weiyue's eyebrows immediately wrinkled.

She looked at Zhao Hanchen displeased and said matter-of-factly: "Zhou Jingwei is a very gentleman and respects girls, not as you said."

Zhao Hanchen sneered and cursed in his heart that Zhou Jingwei was really good at pretending.

After all these years, he was the only one who could see that this man was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"In short, he has a very deep city and is not a good person."

Cheng Weiyue was actually resentful towards Zhao Hanchen for leaving last night without any news after that. She couldn't help but choked him when she heard this: "What about you? Is that Xue of yours a good person?

What kind of person would call someone else’s boyfriend away at seven or eight o’clock in the evening!”

Zhao Hanchen was stunned for the first time when he saw Cheng Weiyue looking so sharp-tongued.

When he reacted, his face became gloomy and outrageous: "Who taught you to speak so harshly?"

Cheng Weiyue thought she was hallucinating, was he scolding herself? Didn't he need to explain to himself?

Until Zhao Hanchen clasped her jaw with his tiger's mouth, narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Say I'm sorry."

? ? ?It’s really scary to realize in hindsight and to be indecisive.

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