âPowerful enough?â Jing Tong curled her lips. âJiang Yu, I donât have to explain that, do I? The more powerful a man is, the more impossible it is for him to marry me.â
All those men who held power wanted to get closer, so why would they marry a hidden danger like her?
However, she knew that Jiang Yu was right. Ordinary people couldnât take any risks. If Jing Zhiyuan did anything in prison, Jing Tong would definitely be the first to bear the brunt. No matter who she was with, she might âdestroyâ the other partyâs family.
She suddenly felt dejected. She thought she could start a new life, but everything in the past was still holding her back. She was destined to be shackled forever.
âNot necessarily,â Jiang Yu suddenly said calmly. âAt least Iâm willing.â
Jing Tong was dazed.
âWhat do you want?â
âI want to marry you.â
The manâs voice was so calm that Jing Tong was embarrassed.
She blinked and blinked again, finally confirming that she hadnât heard wrongly.
âJiang Yu,â she said hesitantly. âDo you not like women?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The man said with a sullen gaze, âNo.â
âThen you have a hidden illness,â Jing Tong said firmly.
He wanted to hide something from her, so he needed to find a woman he could control.
She couldnât think of any other explanation.
However, Jiang Yu said coldly, âNot really.â
âThen whatâs wrong with you?â Jing Tong glared at him.
âThatâs not important.â Jiang Yu sounded stressed. âYou just need to tell me whether youâre willing or not.â
âOf course I donât want to!â Jing Tong said without hesitation. âJiang Yu, I donât need your sympathy. Iâd rather die alone than accept your charity!â
Charity?
That word made Jiang Yu feel indescribable. He wanted to say that he wasnât sympathizing with her, and it wasnât charity, but seeing the womanâs determined face and cautious eyes, he didnât say anything.
âForget it. Pretend I didnât say anything,â he said calmly.
Jing Tong breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the crisis was resolved, she still felt that the man was dangerous.
âGo sleep first.â She looked at him warily.
Jiang Yu looked at her, walked to the temporary bed and lay down.
The pressure from the manâs tall body finally dissipated, and Jing Tong was relieved. However, she couldnât help feeling pleased seeing that he couldnât even straighten his legs.
She climbed onto the other side of the bed and turned off the light.
The room fell silent.
For a moment, Jing Tong couldnât believe that there was someone else in the room, and it was a man. She listened for a while and finally heard the man take a deep breath.
She bit her lips, turned around and closed her eyes.
However, it was difficult to ignore that breathing. Even if the manâs breathing was soft, it was enough to move her nerves and make it difficult for her to sleep.
Jing Tong was a bit irritated.
She recalled the first time she had seen that man.
At that time, she was just a girl in her teens, and Jiang Yu was only twenty years old, but he had lost his innocence. He was mature and focused like a real man, and he had the suaveness and coldness that other men didnât have.