Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

Snack Street was full of people coming and going.

The hawkers on the side of the road shouted vigorously, the lights were dim, and Jiang was caught off guard by the question, the small chubby face filled with shock and choking.

Shen Cheng looked at him quietly, as if waiting.

Jian Shiwu scratched his head and said hesitantly, "I, I don't know either."

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"Actually..." Jian Shiwu walked slowly, during this time he was not so afraid of Shen Cheng: "It's useless to like, as I am now, no one will look at me, liking but cannot get them, isn’t that pitiful."

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows indifferently.

Jian Shi afternoon choked, a little annoyed: "Does the class representative have someone he likes?"

Shen Cheng was walking in the crowd, the blue and white school uniform was clean and youthful, the neon lights fell on him, but he does not look tacky, his profile was as cool as usual, he did not answer this question.

Jian Shiwu also felt no point in asking.

After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "Then, does the class representative mean that you have someone you like but can't get?"

Shen Cheng left his back: "No."

Jian Shiwu lamented: "That's also true."

He thought that Shen Cheng wouldn't talk, but he didn't expect Shen Cheng to slow down his pace and look at him: "There won’t be either."

The boy was much taller than Jian Shiwu. Even though he was young, and he had nothing, but Shen Cheng was Shen Cheng, setbacks and hardships did not break the arrogance. Those black eyes already had the confidence and ambition of the future.

Shen Cheng said: "The person I like, I will definitely get."

Jian Shiwu met those eyes, and his heart froze for a moment, and he replied stupidly: "This, so…ah”

There is nothing to say, but there is no jealousy or anything, just a little bit of loss, some people seem to be born to stand on the top, as long as they work hard, they can get whatever they want.

The same thing happens to some people who spend their whole lives in vain. He chased after Shen Cheng his whole life, but he couldn't get a good result.

There is no right or wrong when it comes to love.

There are times when Jian Shiwu even wonders whether he is afraid of Shen Cheng, or afraid of himself who will repeat the same mistakes, how much courage it takes to stand up again in a gamble that is sure to lose, at least he doesn't dare.

Shen Cheng's voice interrupted his thoughts: "Here we are."

Jian Shiwu looked up at the copy shop, walked in with small steps, took Shen Cheng's test paper and handed it to the boss, and patiently stood at the door waiting for the result.

The boss’ wife was eating hot pot, which was hot and sour, and the taste evoked one's appetite. Jian Shiwu could bear it at first, and then his stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily.

"That……"

Jian Shiwu glanced at Shen Cheng: "Are you hungry?"

Shen Cheng leaned against the door: "What?"

"I mean, aren't you hungry after working so long?" Jian Shiwu asked tentatively, "Let's go eat something."

Shen Cheng concluded: "You’re hungry."

"..."

So direct.

Jian Shiwu was very hungry, and generously admitted: "Yeah!"

Shen Cheng: "I ordered a cake for you in the store."

Jian Shiwu: "That was eaten by Liu Heng."

Jian Shiwu stood in front of Shen Cheng, his chubby little face was raised, his eyes reflected the bright light, like shining little stars, with a bit of unconscious playfulness and coquettish meaning: "I don’t even have money to buy any cakes, you lend me some, and I’ll give it back to you tomorrow, okay?”

Faced with such a request, most people would not refuse, but Shen Cheng was not an ordinary person.

Shen Cheng was expressionless: "Don't you want to lose weight?"

"..."

Jian Shiwu sniffed and fell into a battle between heaven and man. In the end, the spicy hot pot won. He said, "Just eatting a little won't get me fat."

In fact, it was a strong argument, and he was ready to be satirized by Shen Cheng.

The boss brought the test paper over: "It's copied, fifty cents."

It was only then that Jian Shiwu remembered that he had no money. He looked at Shen Cheng pitifully and wanted to speak, but was afraid of being rejected.

The boss hesitantly held the paper and looked at the two people.

Shen Cheng came over to take the paper and took out a wallet from his pocket to pay for it. Jian Shiwu glanced at it secretly and found that the wallet was very old, and the money in it was very old but neatly arranged. Showing that the owner was usually a very frugal and organized person.

Jian Shiwu took the paper and said obediently, "Thank you."

Shen Cheng said, "Let's go."

Jian Shiwu put away the papers and followed Shen Cheng: "Where are we going?"

"To eat."

Shen Cheng didn't take long steps, and soon stopped at the door of a hot pot shop. The business inside was very prosperous. There were many people coming and going, and the aroma of the food made people feel very hungry.

Jian Shiwu was surprised and delighted: "Are we eating here?"

Shen Cheng stood at the entrance: "This restaurant you serve yourself, if you can't eat you can leave."

In fact, Shen Cheng just wanted to remind, and also wanted to tell Jian Shiwu, him and the young master’s life are different, perhaps he and Liu Heng are used to eating in restaurants and buying exquisite cakes for afternoon tea, but he is different. They are from two different worlds and he will not spoil him

He waited for Jian Shiwu to turn around and leave, or not force himself to play anymore tricks, after all, tricksis what Jian Shiwu is good at.

However, there was a surprised smile on the white chubby face: "How did you know that I want to eat hot pot, oh my, I'm was going to die of cravings."

Shen Cheng raised his eyes to look at him.

Jian Shiwu obliviously took Shen Cheng's hand, "I just wanted to eat it just now, it's so fragrant, let's go in quickly, before they run out of seats."

The small roadside hotpot had simple dining tables, two or three people gather at a table, the ingredients in the rice bowl are expensive or ordinary, and together they become a delicious meal. There is no class distinction here, only warmth.

The waiter asked, "Do you want two servings with cilantro?"

Jian Shiwu was wiping the table with a paper towel, and said casually, "I want one portion with, and one without."

Shen Cheng doesn't eat cilantro. This is a habit that Jian Shiwu has developed over the years. When he goes out to eat, he orders two different servings. He said it smoothly and didn't think there was anything wrong, but Shen Cheng across the table suddenly looked up at him.

Jian Shiwu didn't react, she blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Shen Cheng retracted his gaze and did not answer.

After waiting for the two hot and spicy hot pot to be served, Jian Shiwu took them, his chubby face full of satisfaction: "It's smells so goodd!"

There are seasonings, chili jars, vinegar jars... etc. on the table, Jian Shiwu knew that Shen Cheng didn't like spicy food, so he naturally pushed the vinegar jar to Shen Cheng and added chili peppers himself.

Shen Cheng raised his eyes to see the vinegar jar that was pushed towards him: "You don’t eat vinegar?"

Jian Shiwu was mixing the spicy hot pot and said, "You add it first."

As he spoke, he finally realized that something was wrong with him, the movement of the chopsticks in his hand gradually slowed down, the smile on Jiang Shiwu’s face froze, his lips pursed, a little nervous.

Jian Shiwu sheepishly tried to fic the leak, "I…I guess you should add vinegar?."

Shen Cheng stared at him for a moment, his eyes fell on Jian Shiwu's body as if to torture, and Jian Shiwu was so nervous that even the delicious hot pot was no longer fragrant.

After quite a while

Shen Cheng retracted his gaze: "Let's eat."

Jian Shiwu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay!"

Shen Cheng looked at the boy in front of him, he recalled it carefully, the number of times he ate with Jian Shiwu was very few. In the past few years, he avoided Jian Shiwu, but from time to time, he will see this child watching him secretly, maybe he is not serious about others, but he is very attentive to him.

Jian Shiwu took a bite of the meatball and remembered the test paper: "It's a pity, I'd written half of that test paper."

Shen Cheng said, "Don't be sad."

Jian Shiwu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Shen Cheng would comfort him. This was too surprising. Could it be that he...

In the next second, Shen Cheng continued to say, "You didn't get a few questions right anyway."

"..."

Ruthless

THE OTHE SIDE

Ji's mansion, living room on the first floor

When Ji Beichuan came back, the lights were on at home, and the nannies gathered in front of the dining table. When they saw him coming back, they respectfully shouted, "Young master."

Ji Beichuan glanced upstairs and asked wordlessly.

Among this group of nannies, there was a senior woman named Sister Li. After the wife of the Ji family, Shen Youting, passed away in childbirth, she single-handedly brought Ji Beichuan up, and she had a deep bond with him.

Sister Li came over to take Ji Beichuan's schoolbag and said softly, "Mr. is in a bad mood. He is in the study."

Ji Beichuan nodded.

Seeing his submissive appearance, sister Li sighed, "In a while, I'll let the cook make a bowl of noodles, and you can serve it up and show your filial piety."

Ji Beichuan was afraid when he thought of Ji Yuansheng, he shook his head in a panic: "Mother Li, I don't dare, you can send it up."

Sister Li sighed, not knowing what to say.

Today is the wedding anniversary of Ji Yuansheng and Shen Youting. The mrs has been dead for more than ten years. Every special day seems to be engraved in his bones, making Ji Yuansheng unable to forget. Sister Li has seen it after all these years.

"That's your father, what are you afraid of?"

Ji Beichuan hesitated for a moment, then he said, "I'll go to the room to wash first, and then go downstairs later."

Sister Li nodded in agreement.

Ji Beichuan ran upstairs and found opened his cell phone, which contained a few messages init. Over the years, he had met a lot of upperclass gentry and noble sons. Most of these people are in aristocratic colleges and could usually not meet each other.

There were a few missed calls, and they were one of the friends. Ji Beichuan hesitated and called back.

Ji Beichuan spoke into to the phone, "Hello, what's up?"

Wang Wen's voice came from the other end: "Beichuan, I have to tell you something. You know how many hospitals my father sent me to last year, right?"

Ji Beichuan: "I know."

"You said it's a coincidence, I went to the hospital for a rare stroll today. Guess who I met, it's Jian Zicheng."

Ji Beichuan was suspicious: "Jian Shiwu's father?"

His friend smiled and said, "Yes, I remembered then, don't you often complain to us that Jian Shiwu and you don't like him sent someone to inquire about his father's purpose, and the result is really exciting, he is actually inquiring about paternity test matters!"

Ji Beichuan was stunned for a moment, and delighted: "Jian Shiwu isn’t Jian Zicheng's biological son?"