The current Mrs. Xie is not Xie Jiangsheng's biological mother who attempted suicide. His birth mother was forced to her death due to various reasons, and Grandfather Xie bears significant responsibility.
Grandfather Xie may not have been a good husband, but he was undoubtedly a good father.
He didn't want to go home not because he didn't know how to face them, but because he didn't want to.
Grandfather Xie knew this, which is why he doted on his only son more than usual. He was also a ladies' man in his youth, but he never fathered any other children.
This was undoubtedly a testament to him.
Grandfather Xie sighed, suddenly appearing decades older. "It's precisely because I made mistakes in my youth that I don't want you to follow in my footsteps. Just live a stable life. When the time comes, you won't be alone, and you'll have a child to accompany you, so you won't be lonely."
Xie Jiangsheng listened quietly, not uttering a word.
The conversation circled back to children. Xie Jiangsheng was nearly thirty, and Grandfather Xie couldn't help but worry.
"You and Xu Tian can't go on like this forever, can you? I want you to..."
Before he could finish, Xie Jiangsheng, who had been outwardly calm, frowned. After a pause, he stood up and said, "I will handle this matter myself."
Grandfather Xie understood his son well enough to know that he wouldn't listen to any further advice. It was useless to say more, so he could only helplessly rub his forehead. He had tried reasoning and pleading, but his son remained unmoved.
"When will you stop making me worry?" Grandfather Xie shook his head.
Xie Jiangsheng replied, "You should worry more about your own affairs."
With that, Xie Jiangsheng left the study. Although his expression was blank, the chilling aura emanating from him was enough to instill fear.
Xu Tian happened to be coming out of her room, with Mrs. Xie nearby. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but upon seeing Xie Jiangsheng's expression, she immediately closed it.
After Xie Jiangsheng had walked away, Xu Tian apologized to Mrs. Xie with a look of regret. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Xie. Jiangsheng has always been like this. I'll be going now."
Mrs. Xie's expression was also not very pleasant. She offered a strained smile and said, "Yes, go ahead."
Xu Tian quickly hurried out in her high heels. Fortunately, Xie Jiangsheng had some consideration and didn't drive off alone. After all, the old house was located halfway up the mountain, and it was impossible to hail a taxi.
Xie Jiangsheng sat in the driver's seat, smoking. His arm rested on the car window, and wisps of smoke curled upwards. Beneath the glare of his reflective glasses, his amorous peach blossom eyes were inscrutable.
After quietly smoking a few cigarettes, he managed to suppress the turbulent emotions surging within his chest.
Xu Tian, being very perceptive, sat in the back seat and tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. She knew that almost every time Xie Jiangsheng visited the Xie residence, he would be in a bad mood, even volatile, as if his perfect facade had cracked.
Xie Jiangsheng soon calmed down and drove away.
Xu Tian was playing on her phone in the back seat. After a while, she felt the car stop. She looked out the window in confusion. They had reached the city center, but they weren't home yet.
The next second, Xie Jiangsheng said without looking up, "You can take a taxi back yourself. I have something to do."
Although Xu Tian was displeased, she didn't dare to show it. She reluctantly grabbed her bag and got out of the car.
The sky had deepened, and the night was drawing in. Occasionally, a gust of wind whistled past, making the shadows of the trees sway erratically.
Shen Yue was in a daze from sleep, seemingly hearing someone knocking on her door. She was sleeping so deeply that she wanted to open her eyes but was too drowsy to even move her fingers.
Later, the knocking stopped, and Shen Yue assumed the person had knocked on the wrong door and left.
But after a while, the sound of a lock turning echoed through the silent night.
Shen Yue didn't hear the faint sound, and she fell back into a deep sleep.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and a tall figure stood at the entrance for a moment before gradually approaching.
He climbed onto the bed and lowered his head to kiss the sleeping person.
Shen Yue felt very uncomfortable. The corners of her eyes turned a beautiful pink. The man's chest was firm, like a wall. With his long limbs, he held her tightly, repeatedly licking her lips.
This sensation was not pleasant. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered. Such a commotion would wake even a pig.
She slowly opened her eyes, her mind muddled. Through the faint moonlight filtering through the window, the surroundings were hazy. The moonlight illuminated the man's face, clearly outlining his features – handsome, refined, and elegant.
However, his current actions were far from elegant. He smelled of alcohol, and his breath was rich with its aroma.
His kisses were fierce and deep, as if he were trying to reach her throat, instilling a sense of fear in her.
Her lips were bitten painfully, and her throat felt uncomfortable. Shen Yue, feeling distressed, pulled away. "Mr. Xie..."
Hearing her voice, the man retreated slightly, giving Shen Yue some space to breathe. His gold-rimmed glasses had been discarded somewhere by the man. He frowned, his handsome face filled with desire.
Before Shen Yue could recover, he reached out and grasped her chin, kissing her even more urgently and forcefully than before.
It was as if a starving wolf was holding onto a piece of sweet meat, unwilling to let go.
After an unknown period, the man finally released her, breathing heavily. He gently bit her ear. "Why didn't you open the door when I knocked?"
The man was clearly looking for trouble, yet he acted as if he were in the right. His voice lowered, but it held a hint of ruthlessness. "This house is all mine. Why wouldn't you open it?"
The hand holding Shen Yue's waist tightened. Shen Yue's lips felt numb, and now her waist also ached.
She found the man's words utterly unreasonable and softly retorted like a frightened cat, "This... this is my home."
The man seemed to hear a joke. His smile held a subtle malice. He was probably drunk, his mind muddled, and he still thought Shen Yue was the Shen Yue from six months ago.
The woman who was vain and loved him to the point of subservience.
"You're not being good today."
Not only was she not letting him kiss her, but she was also always trying to dodge him. Before, she had been like a piece of gum, impossible to shake off.
Xie Jiangsheng lacked patience. He bit her earlobe, as white as jade, with force.
He understood Shen Yue well enough to know which part of her body was most vulnerable.
Shen Yue suddenly stiffened and then instinctively began to struggle. But her cat-like strength couldn't break free from Xie Jiangsheng's grip. She was like a soft, harmless herbivore struggling to survive in the claws of a wolf.
After removing his glasses, Xie Jiangsheng seemed to transform completely. His expression turned grim. He casually tugged at his tie and said coldly, "Playing hard to get? What are you pretending for?"
His tone was as if he were dealing with a plaything.