He's super cute

Thick black clouds hang upside down over the city like clusters of torn wadding, and the cold wind sweeps the snow particles all over the ground.

"Mr. Jiang, my condolences." Secretary Wang said softly, with slightly red eyes, "The child has been sent to the hospital. You must at least hold on for the child."

"Yes, yes..." Jiang Yan seemed to be grabbing a piece of driftwood, and said repeatedly, "We still have a child, he won't be willing to abandon the child, he loves this child so much, how could he be willing to..."

He hugged Yu Xiaoque and stood up, as if dazed, "He will wake up, he will, he will..."

"Mr. Jiang, one cannot die..." Secretary Wang had never seen Mr. Jiang like this.

He was always calm and unhurried in his gestures.

But now he is holding Yu Xiaoque's body which is so cold, his well-manicured hair hangs down in a mess, his eyes are red, and the words in his mouth are confused.

There is no such thing as a personable person on weekdays.

"He's not dead!" Jiang Yan yelled with eyes wide open like an angry beast, "He just didn't want to see me and hid..."

"Go and investigate..." His tone was unsteady, as if he had exhausted all his strength, "Go and investigate the situation of the young master of the Jiang family..."

The cold wind became more and more bitter, as if it was about to split something severely.

"Yes, sir."

...Jiang Yan's eyes were black and blue, and his eyes were scarlet. He was leaning against the wall of the corridor, apparently having not slept all night.

"Check, did you find anything?" Jiang Yan closed his eyes, not even daring to listen.

That was his only remaining hope.

Jiang Yan stood in the corridor of the hospital for just one night, hearing the reluctance and mournful wailing of the patient's family.

He used to see no waves in his eyes. He was still young, and he always felt that there was nothing he couldn't do in the world.

He can't save a withered heart, nor can he save his lover who was bruised all over by him.

It turned out that he was just an ordinary person.

"It is rumored that Young Master Jiang has been recuperating abroad three years ago, but few people have seen him. It stands to reason that no matter how much he hides from the world, he cannot completely disappear."

"This is the diagnosis of his condition." Secretary Wang took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, "Master Jiang entered a special institution for getting rid of bad behavior for some reason three years ago. Perhaps he was too stimulated. Nian is lethargic, that is, a vegetative state.”

"What did you say?" Jiang Yan's chaotic eyes trembled slightly, he turned his head suddenly, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, "You said him, he entered..."

He closed his eyes fiercely, "How is it possible? How could he..."

"Sir, the specific reason has something to do with the incident seven years ago." Secretary Wang is still in the dark, and he doesn't understand what the relationship between Young Master Jiang and Mr. Jiang has to do with Yu Xiaoque.

"Say." Jiang Yan had an unbelievable thought, as soon as he thought about it, he couldn't breathe.

"The previous generation in power in the Jiang family, that is, Young Master Jiang's grandfather, sincerely believed that homosexuality is a corrupt family style." Secretary Wang couldn't help feeling flustered when he investigated this, "He arrested Young Master Jiang and sent him to the hospital for treatment* **Special agency."

Jiang Yan could barely support his body, his eyes darkened, and he staggered to hold on to the wall.

He gritted his teeth, "Go on."

"But Young Master Jiang is notoriously difficult to deal with. Although he looks soft, he is actually stubborn. He just doesn't let go. There are more tricks in that messy place, and he will be punished if he is a little unruly."

"Do you know how to treat it?"

Secretary Wang sighed, "Tie the person to a chair, hold a photo of his sweetheart, and punish him once, until the victim has both physical and psychological fear. When he sees his former sweetheart, he immediately fears rejection."

"As long as I think of this person, the first thing that comes to mind is the pain of grief and punishment."

"I know." Jiang Yan slowly covered his face and said in a trembling voice, "I know, life is better than death..."

During those countless dark days and nights, he once hated Yu Xiaoque.

After all, there is more love than hate.

Every time he is in pain, he will even feel lucky, but luckily it is not his baby.

What can he do with such a squeamish person who can't bear the pain?

But it turned out that the baby he held on top of his heart suffered no less than him.

"Master Jiang didn't let go of his death, so he stayed there for four full years." Secretary Wang didn't know how such a young master survived. He was rescued, but the person was no longer conscious."

"This is a photo from that time." Secretary Wang dug out an old photo.

The boy in the photo was so thin that he couldn't see his original shape, curled up in Young Master Jiang's arms and twitched unconsciously.

"He, why didn't he tell me..." Jiang Yan looked straight at the scrawny boy in the photo, "Why..."

Why let him hate him for so many years in vain?

Draw a bottomless abyss between the two.

"Master Jiang didn't know that you were from the Jiang family." Secretary Wang felt that the tragedy was indescribable, and there were mistakes everywhere, "Master Jiang threatened him that if he didn't go back with him, he would send you to that special place." mechanism."

"The young master was raised without a heart, so he took it seriously. He was afraid that you would go find him, so he made a play..."

That was Jiang Yuqing's best play in just 16 years.

The tears are real, the despair is real.

Only hurtful words are false.

But Jiang Yan believed that lie alone.

"He is willing to go there..."

Secretary Wang couldn't bear to continue talking.

This is just like a human tragedy.

She was originally a childhood sweetheart, but suddenly she became a blood feud.

The tall and straight man in front of him slowly squatted on the ground, clutching the old photo, and there was a burst of extremely suppressed crying, which was squeezed out from his chest, containing so much regret and grief, the voice was not loud, But it was enough to sting the eardrums hoarsely.

"Why is this..." His tone trembled uncomfortably, "Why didn't you tell me..."

However, in the past three years, he has not been so sure, but in the past few years, he has investigated instead of hating.

Whenever...

But most regrets are like this, and everything is meaningless after a while.

"How is he now?" Jiang Yan sat on the ground with his head in his arms, his voice low and hoarse, "Alright, are you alright?"

Secretary Wang was silent for a long time.

He looked at the man who was on the verge of collapse, but he didn't know how to speak.

"He completely lost his vital signs a few hours ago..." Secretary Wang suddenly felt that Jiang Yan had everything and nothing in the end.

At that moment the lights in the emergency room went out.

"Sorry, Mr. Jiang, we did our best." The doctor took off his mask, apologetic, "Your child was born prematurely, which is very dangerous, and it has not been properly placed..."

He paid the price for his arrogance.

But what's wrong with Yu Xiaoque?

He and the child are but the most innocent victims caught in the middle of this struggle.

"Where are the others?" Jiang Yan sat on the ground for a while, as if he hadn't realized what happened, he got up from the ground, "Where is he?"

...Little Canary was lying on the small bed with a calm face. He was indeed born well. Even the morgue said the child was a pity.

Jiang Yan squeezed Yu Xiaoque's cold hand, pressed it to his forehead, and sat on the ground as if he had taken it off, "Obviously, it's almost ready, why don't you wait for me..."

The brocade box in his arms made his heart ache, as if the flesh and blood had been gouged out piece by piece by a knife, leaving only a big empty hole.

The cold wind rustled in.

He stands at a height that many people can hardly reach in their lifetime.

He finally wiped out the Jiang family completely, and since then he has the power in his hands, and he no longer has to stay dormant and forbear.

In the end, Jiang Shi became his own Jiang Shi, and he finally had the ability to put on a ring for his lover hidden on the apex of his heart, holding his hand and walking in the sun, and he also had the confidence to protect him safe and sound.

This year, Jiang Yan was only 25 years old.

He should have been high-spirited, he should have been complacent.

"I don't know if it's suitable." Jiang Yan pushed the ring onto Yu Xiaoque's ring finger, and smiled in a low voice, "Look, it's just right, I know you better..."

He stroked Yu Xiaoque's cheek, and wiped away the blood little by little, "Today is a good day, I want to be clean..."

"Our little sparrow loves to be clean."

The person in his arms didn't respond at all, the hand lost its support and hung down weakly.

Jiang Yan held his head, and tears fell on Yu Xiaoque's face uncontrollably, "You said before that you wanted to grow old with me..."

"Is it still counting?"

Yu Xiaoque seemed to be asleep, her eyelids drooping quietly.

Jiang Yan hugged him in front of him, and a crumpled piece of paper covered with bloody fingerprints fell out of his arms.

The man's face on the invitation was blurred with blood.

Jiang Yan pinched the invitation, and finally realized what an unforgivable mistake he had made.

He walked freely in the banquet hall in a suit and leather shoes, chatted and laughed with the guests, and accepted blessings with a smile on his face.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and the wedding was full of joy.

And his little canary with a big belly, wearing thin clothes, dying in the trash can on a winter night, even the body was discovered by the cleaners.

What was he thinking while clutching the invitation before he died?

How desperate will it be?

He suffered so much and finally found him by stumbling.

But for him, all he had was tears and torture.

Jiang Yan's lips trembled, and his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife, being placed on the stove and roasted in circles.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He put his arms around the person in his arms, trying to use his body temperature to make him no longer cold, "I'm late... I was wrong, look at me, open your eyes to look at me, I didn't talk to Cheng Yu married..."

"As long as you wake up, you can do whatever you want, please, don't leave me alone..."

"I, only you..."

..........M country.

Jiang Yuqing seemed to be having a dream, the bitterness made the root of his tongue astringent.

He moved his fingers slightly.

"The people in the intensive care unit are conscious!"