"Mom, do you know? After Nan Nan left me, I found that I had feelings for her." Jiang Mingyu stared at a certain place and murmured, as if talking to himself.

Suddenly raising his head, he stood up from the cold ground and held his mother's hand tightly, as if it was his only life-saving straw.

His voice was filled with endless pleading and expectation as he said, "Mom, please go and intercede for me with Nan Nan and ask her to come back to me."

"I'm begging you, Mom."

These words hit Jiang's mother's heart like a heavy hammer. She looked at her son's face full of pain and despair, and her heart ached.

"Son, you know clearly whether you have been good to Nan Nan these past few years. You didn't cherish the opportunity given to you. What are you doing now?"

"Besides, Nan Nan is already married. Even if I plead for you, it won't change anything."

Jiang's mother knew that anyone would fall in love with a girl as kind, strong and beautiful as Su Ruonan. It was just a matter of time.

This is also the reason why Jiang's mother tried her best to match her son and Su Ruonan together.

However, she never expected that for three years, her son did not understand her feelings for Su Ruonan. It was not until Su Ruonan left in despair that he suddenly realized and realized his deep affection for Su Ruonan.

Unfortunately, there is no so-called "regret medicine" in this world that can make up for past regrets, and no amount of regret will help.

"Mom, we can get divorced even if we're married. I don't believe that our three-year relationship can't compare to their short two-month relationship." Jiang Mingyu clenched his fists tightly and looked at his mother with firm eyes. He was unwilling to give up this relationship so easily.

Hearing her son's words, Jiang's mother's body trembled slightly, her eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

She didn't expect her son to say such crazy and nonsensical things.

Yesterday's meeting with Su Ruonan made Jiang's mother understand that a long relationship does not necessarily mean it is deep.

Jiang's mother could also see from Su Ruonan's face that Su Ruonan was very happy now, happier than when she was with her son.

From the way the man looked at Su Ruonan, Jiang's mother could tell that he loved Su Ruonan very much.

A woman's youth only lasts for a few years. It was her own willful matchmaking that caused Su Ruonan to suffer so many years of grievances and wasted three years of her youth. Now that she sees that she is living a happy life, Jiang's mother feels less guilty.

Even if Jiang's mother wanted Su Ruonan to be her daughter-in-law, she would not help her son if she still had a conscience.

Jiang's mother sighed and shook her head helplessly: "Mingyu, why don't you understand? Even if you had a three-year relationship, everything has changed now. There's no going back."

She looked at her stubborn son in front of her, her heart filled with heartache.

She knew her son was upset, but some things were irreversible.

Jiang Mingyu's bloodshot eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

He knew his mother was right, but he just couldn't accept this fact.

Three years is not three months, let alone three days. How can it change so easily?

"Son, I know you are sad. Now that things have come to this, I hope you can learn to let go." Jiang's mother patted her son's shoulder gently, trying to comfort him.

"Just be quiet these few days. I'll let your dad go to the company to take over the work for a few days. I'll come to see you tomorrow." After saying this, Jiang's mother left the study.

Jiang's mother said everything that should and shouldn't be said, and the rest can only be figured out by Jiang Mingyu himself.

When they arrived on the first floor, Jiang's mother asked Liu Yang to stay at her son's house today, fearing that her son would do something stupid.

After Jiang's mother left, Jiang Mingyu had no mind for anything else. Feeling depressed, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and smoked one cigarette after another.

Since Su Ruonan left, Jiang Mingyu, who originally had no interest in cigarettes, started smoking more and more, to the point of being addicted. It seemed that only smoking could temporarily relieve his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Soon, the whole house was filled with smoke, as if a thick layer of fog covered every corner.

Who says smoking can relieve all worries? For Jiang Mingyu, it's just the opposite.

As each cigarette burned, the irritability in his heart grew stronger, burning like a raging fire.

Amidst the smoke, Jiang Mingyu's brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed endless sorrow and confusion.

He felt as if his emotions were being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, unable to break free.

The rising smoke made him feel suffocated and depressed.

He tried to calm down by smoking, but found that it only made him more upset.

Jiang Mingyu threw the still burning cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, got up and went to the bedroom next door, took a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet, opened the bottle cap, raised the bottle, and poured the liquor directly into his mouth.

Because he drank too fast, the vodka flowed down the corners of his mouth and down his neck.

Entrusted by Jiang's mother, Liu Yang saw that his president had not made any movement for a long time. Fearing that something had happened, Liu Yang thought of going upstairs to check.

Jiang Mingyu has been going crazy from time to time recently, and Liu Yang's worries are not unreasonable.

After knocking on the study door, no one answered for a long time. Liu Yang's heart skipped a beat, his eyes trembled, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

He simply unlocked the study door and looked around but saw no one.

Liu Yang panicked and shouted "Mr. Jiang", but no one answered.

Liu Yang had no choice but to search for Jiang Mingyu room by room.

It was not until I pushed open the bedroom door that I saw Jiang Mingyu lying on the floor, seemingly asleep, with an empty bottle of wine next to him. The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, which made people frown.

Fortunately, it was okay, he was just drunk, and Liu Yang felt relieved.

The president couldn't be left lying on the floor all night. So Liu Yang walked over to Jiang Mingyu and gently shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"Boss Jiang, wake up..."

However, Jiang Mingyu showed no reaction, apparently already intoxicated and unconscious.

Liu Yang held his forehead and looked up at the sky. Oh, no, he held his forehead and looked at the ceiling, feeling sorry for himself for a second.

Resigned to his fate, he bent down, lifted Jiang Mingyu's body, and helped him up.

A drunk person's body is heavier than usual, and Jiang Mingyu is 1.8 meters tall. He is unconscious and can only rely on Liu Yang.

Liu Yang took a breath with every step, and slowly helped Jiang Mingyu move to the bed beside him, taking a rest after every step.

As he was about to reach the bed, Liu Yang felt a warm sensation on his neck and collarbone. He turned his head and instantly wanted to die.

His hand loosened immediately and Jiang Mingyu fell heavily onto the bed.

Does he have to be this assistant? Except that he cannot play the role of girlfriend because Jiang Mingyu is straight, he is simply Jiang Mingyu's all-purpose nanny.

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