Chapter 109: The Past of Jiang Hu

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Mo Niannian wanted to completely sever ties with Jiang Hu, but unfortunately, she couldn’t. She touched her nose and said, “Mom, don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

“Niannian, there’s no one else here. Be honest with me—do you like Jiang Hu or not?”

Mo’s mother wore an expression as if she was determined to help Mo Niannian correct a bad habit.

“Like? Or don’t like?”

“Mom, there isn’t always just liking or disliking in this world.”

Her feelings for Jiang Hu were complicated. At first, she cared for him like raising a child, devoted and attentive. Later, when she discovered Jiang Hu’s feelings for her, she was furious.

In a fit of anger, she left the first small world.

In the second small world, she treated Jiang Hu badly, trying to push him away.

But Jiang Hu’s love was fervent, devout, and humble. Moreover, he had nearly died saving her. It was impossible for Mo Niannian not to be touched, even just a little.

Up till now, her feelings for him remained complex.

Such feelings couldn’t be simply described with one or two words.

“You’re such a child. Feelings can’t tolerate impurities. Jiang Hu likes you and indulges you now, but if this goes on long-term, who can endure it?”

Mo’s mother put her hands on her hips. “I’m putting it bluntly today—are you planning to take things further with Jiang Hu or not?”

If Niannian really had no possibility or chance to develop things with Jiang Hu, then it was better to cut it off early. What was the point of stringing him along?

Mo Niannian asked, “What do you mean by ‘take things further’?”

“To date and marry. You’re not getting any younger, and your parents are aging too. We want to have grandchildren soon.”

Mo Niannian shook her head frantically. “Mom, what are you thinking? I will never marry or have children.”

That was exactly what she feared, which was why she didn’t want them to know.

The Jiang Hu from the last world was honest, but this one wasn’t so certain. If she really married him, it would be hard to end well.

Mo’s mother sighed in frustration, “You’re hopeless. Then just be clear with Jiang Hu as soon as possible.”

Mo Niannian hugged herself in grievance. “I already told him.”

She had told him more than once that she might never like him. Yet Jiang Hu still followed her. What could she do? She was desperate too.

Love wasn’t a simple switch to be turned on or off.

“You child! I’ll talk to Jiang Hu myself.”

Mo’s mother pulled Mo Niannian aside and went out to find Jiang Hu.

If Mo’s mother could persuade this stubborn boy, Mo Niannian would be very happy.

Mo’s mother seriously talked to Jiang Hu, saying he was a good boy, but Mo Niannian didn’t know how to cherish him.

She subtly advised Jiang Hu to give up early, or both would suffer.

Jiang Hu was silent for a moment, then hid all color from his eyes and smiled slightly. “Auntie, it’s okay. I can wait. I can wait until the moment Niannian changes her mind.”

Mo’s mother felt even more heartbroken for Jiang Hu. “Little Jiang, I like you very much too. I hope more than anyone that you and Niannian can be together. But fate is unpredictable; no one knows what will happen.”

“I will wait,” Jiang Hu said firmly.

Mo’s mother was both distressed and helpless. “I’ll just be honest. Niannian has no intention of marrying, so we don’t want to keep dragging you along.”

Jiang Hu’s eyes deepened. “I know. I don’t mind.”

What kind of little angel was this? What fortune had Mo Niannian found in meeting such a good boy?

He was the type who gave without expecting anything in return.

Mo’s mother was deeply moved. “From today on, you’re my son. Truly. Even if you and Niannian never end up together, I am still your mother.”

Jiang Hu smiled faintly. “Thank you, Auntie.”

Though he still hoped to call her “Mom” openly and properly.

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Jiang Hu’s deep eyes reflected shadows and obsession.

In the past, he would have been happy just to follow Mo Niannian without any name or status, as long as he stayed by her side.

But now, his appetite had grown.

Niannian’s gradual concessions and indulgence became his leverage.

His desires grew bigger; he wouldn’t be satisfied with their relationship staying as it was.

He knew clearly that if he didn’t push Niannian, she would never take a step forward.

He loved Niannian so much—how could he maintain this status quo forever?

He feared that one day he might lose control, ruining both Niannian and himself.

So he decided to take the initiative.

She didn’t want to marry him or deepen their relationship?

No matter, he would act.

Jiang Hu’s smile grew gentler but did not reach the darkness in his eyes.

Jiang Xiuwen had been bedridden at home for some time. He had slashed his entire face with glass, erasing the shameful mark Jiang Hu had branded on him.

He underwent extensive plastic surgery at the hospital; his entire face looked strange, almost monstrous.

He was afraid to go outside, hiding at home with the curtains tightly drawn, not letting a single ray of light in.

He threw away all reflective or light-permeable objects in the house.

He cowered in the dark corners, watching the sealed surroundings with growing fear and bitter resentment; all of this was caused by Jiang Hu.

Once with a bright future, countless fans, and a promising path, all was destroyed by Jiang Hu.

He truly wished to kill Jiang Hu.

But he feared death, feared Jiang Hu revealing everything about him. If that happened, he would be finished.

So he dragged out a miserable existence, like a roach.

“Master, it’s time to eat.”

“Get lost! I’m not eating,” Jiang Xiuwen shouted raspily.

“Master?”

“Bang!”

He threw the food onto the door. “Get lost! Go away!”

The room fell silent. Huang Xiuwen grew paranoid, always feeling as if eyes were watching him.

As if hands lurked in the darkness, ready to drag him into the abyss.

He stared suspiciously at the doorway.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He screamed and took a step back.

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