Chapter 181 What Are You Eating

n meet someone like me who would drag down your friends."Commonly speaking, until the paper money burned out, the woman slowly stood up. She had been squatting for a long time, and her legs went numb..."What are you eating" Shen Xiujin suddenly appeared at the doorway.

Jian Tong's hand trembled as she clutched the bottle. For a moment, she was flustered, but quickly regained her composure. "Vitamin pills," she said, "Meng Jie brought them for me the day before yesterday."

She said this, Shen Xiujin walked in, took the medicine bottle from Jian Tong's hand, looked at it, the clouds of suspicion in his brows dissipated, and after thinking about it again, Su Meng did indeed come yesterday.

As he was speaking, Wang the Butler came to knock on the door.

Shen Xiujin and Jian Tong both looked over. "What's wrong" Shen Xiujin put down the medicine bottle in his hand and turned to ask Wang, the butler at the door.

A husband and wife came down from upstairs, claiming to be the mistress's parents. Wang, the butler, had been hired to manage the Shen Manor, overseeing all the big and small matters of the sprawling estate. And he was an exceptionally capable butler, having worked in the profession for several decades. If he wasn't outstanding, how could he have caught the eye of Shen Xiujin

Such an excellent butler, before taking charge of the entire Shen family estate, would naturally learn everything he should know about the owners of the house, both the master and mistress. He would even inquire discreetly to find out more.

So, the couple downstairs were the chairman and his wife of the Jian Shi Group in City S, and also Jian Tong's biological parents. This fact was well known to Wang the butler, but when reporting it, he tactfully said, "The couple downstairs claimed to be the parents of someone." Because of this caution, Jian Tong took an extra glance at the new butler standing by the door, who looked silent and taciturn. At the same time, she felt immense relief in her heart… Fortunately, luckily… The corner of her eye caught sight of the "vitamin" pill bottle on the dressing table.

It's very clear that from now on, it will be almost impossible to get the "vitamin pills" from Butler Xia under Wang Butler's watchful eye.

Hearing that the Jian couple were downstairs and wanted to see Jian Tong, Shen Xiujin's eyebrows flashed with disgust, but he didn't make a decision for Jian Tong. He just asked her, "Do you want to see them"

She didn't reply immediately, lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head: "Recently, has Jian Shi had any cooperation that needs to ask Shen Shi for help"

Shen Xiujin showed no surprise, only a flicker of tenderness in his long, narrow eyes... "Perhaps they just miss their daughter."

He didn't believe what he was saying, but at this moment, he hoped she would.

Jian Tong let out a light chuckle, her gaze sweeping lightly across Shen Xiu Jin's face. In mid-air, it intersected with his, like two intersecting lines, a collision in a second, and then parted again, "I'll go take a look."

She didn't refute his "maybe," not a word. Only that glance that swept across his face, all the bitterness and unspoken pain were self-evident.

She did not refute his words, it does not mean she agreed with them... If that couple still missed her as their daughter, then the three years in prison would have been enough for the two of them to fly from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere, from the Western Continent across the Pacific to the other side of the sea, to see her dozens or hundreds of times!

But they had never visited her, even though they lived in the same city... This was the cruelest reality she was unwilling to admit.

Jian Zhen Dong and Mrs. Jian were waiting in the living room.

Footsteps approached, and the couple turned to look. Their eyes lit up, and Mrs. Jian, overjoyed, ran forward and grabbed Jian Tong's hand without hesitation: "Little Tong, it's so good to see you. Mom is so happy."

"Mrs. Jian," a hand gently pulled Mrs. Jian's hand away, "Mrs. Jian, please sit down."

"You...child..." In that instant, a flush of embarrassment crossed Jian's well-maintained face.

"Ahem." Jian Zhen Dong coughed twice. "Mr. Shen, we're here to see Xiao Tong today. Since that day, Xiao Tong's mother has been preoccupied with thoughts of her daughter. These past few days, she hasn't eaten or slept well. I've seen her becoming increasingly thin, and my heart aches for her. So, I gritted my teeth and brought her mother to see Xiao Tong."

This seems to be explaining why the two suddenly came uninvited. Shen Xiujian remained noncommittal, calmly replying, "Then Mr. Jian and Mrs. Jian are truly kind."

Shen Xiujin's bland remark, perhaps out of guilty conscience, sounded to Jian Zhending like a completely different meaning. He awkwardly chuckled and said, "Where did I say anything wrong, Mr. Shen"

Shen Xiujin just smiled it off.

Jian Tong had become numb... She no longer yearned, missed anything, or even cared about food and drink. All she saw was Mrs. Jian, with a complexion as rosy as fresh snow.

Mrs. Jian affectionately grabbed Jian Tong's hand and turned to Shen Xiuqin, pleadingly asking: "Mr. Shen, I really miss Xiaotong... Could you please let me and Xiaotong be alone for a while There are so many things my daughter and I need to talk about."

Shen Xiujin's gaze went past Mrs. Jian and landed on Jian Tong, "I respect Xiao Tong's own opinion."

When he said this, Mrs. Jian hurriedly looked at Jian Tong with worry in her eyes, afraid that Jian Tong would refuse. She quickly moved her mouth closer to Jian Tong and whispered something in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Jian Tong's breath caught, her gaze suddenly fixed on Madam Jian, as if in disbelief.

Mrs. Jian gripped little Jian Tong's hand, squeezing it tightly on her arm and nodding gently.

Seeing this, she took a deep breath and looked up at Shen Xiujin: "The sunshine is so nice today. The plum blossoms in the garden outside have bloomed, I want to take a walk."

Shen Xiujin nodded, taking off his coat as he walked towards Jian Tong. He draped the coat over Jian Tong's shoulders and pulled it tighter: "Go quickly and come back. The sunlight is nice, even better than winter."

Nodding, Jian Tong and Madam Jian exited the room. Shen Xiuqin glanced at Wang Guanjia, who silently followed behind but kept a distance, watching intently.

There were two plum trees on the east side of the courtyard. The plums were in bloom, very beautiful. Jian Tong stopped between the two plum trees and turned around: "Do you think those hooligans who persecuted Xia Wei Ming four years ago have returned to City S"

"Yes."

"How did you and Mr. Jian know about this" she disbelieved. There were no surveillance cameras at the scene, those hooligans looked unfamiliar even to her. How could her parents have seen them

"Little one, please don't call him Mr. Jian every time. He is your biological father."

As for Mrs. Jian's words, Jian Tong felt a surge of blood in her chest, pursed her lips, and her face turned cold: "If Mrs. Jian is here today to reminisce, then I think we have no need to stand here any longer."

"Wait, child!" Seeing Jian Tong about to leave, Mrs. Jian hurriedly grabbed her. "Jian Tong... I understand that you don't want to forgive me and your father. We hurt you. But we were also forced into it. After that auction, both your father and I felt very guilty. This time, we truly want to help you."

Jian Tong's eyes flickered, a hint of bitterness in them... Should she believe it or not

Her reason told her…

Emotion told her again...

Jian Tong shook her head, clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm: "Mrs. Jian, tell me, how did you find out about this ... How did you know that those hooligans were the ones who committed the crime back then"

"Little one, actually back then, besides the call and text records between you and Xia Wei Ming on your phones, there was also a half-drunk eyewitness who saw that nasty thing happen at the time. He was afraid of trouble, so he didn't choose to report it, but he still remembers the looks of those hooligans... The day before yesterday, he saw them in a bar on the Bund." reached up to rub her temples, leaned against the stage, and climbed up, her posture extremely awkward.She walked to the center of the stage, bent down to pick up the white shirt on the ground, and r...