Chapter 25 Only the Soft Persimmon Can Be Squeezed
âHurry up.â Song Liangjiangâs hand was stretched, but she had no idea what the man was thinking.
Chu Jingmo didnât make things difficult for her. Instead, he handed her his phone. There was only a photo inside.
Song Liangjiang scrutinized the photo as if it was a treasure. It was much clearer than the first glimpse she had, although this photo only displayed a part of it.
The pavilion was located in the courtyard, with a winding river next to it. The main theme of the resort was a ten-story wooden structure on the outside. But the interior was made of cement and concrete, making it beautiful and practical with a perfect balance.
Except that was only a part of the photo. The main building wasnât. âIs there anything else?â Song Liangjiang looked at Chu Jingmo eagerly.
However, Chu Jingmo knew better than anyone that this woman was heartless. She would only be so sweet and agreeable when she begged someone.
Chu Jingmo took back his phone. âThatâs all.â
Song Liangjiang stopped him from leaving. âIf I can replicate it, would the Chu Corporation be saved?â
âSong Liangjiang, do you think your own design is better than a design that had disappeared decades ago?â Chu Jingmo suddenly interrupted her.
She answered, âThis is different.â
âYouâre brainless.â Chu Jingmo turned around and left.
âFine, if you wonât let me see it, why did you attack me personally as well?â Song Liangjiang was furious. Chu Jingmo slammed the door, making her shudder. âIs there something wrong with your brain? Why are you suddenly throwing a tantrum?â She grumbled unhappily. She put away her sketchbook on the bed and picked up her phone.
Chu Jingmo left her room and returned to his own, but Luo Fuyang happened to see him.
Husband and wife didnât share a room?
Luo Fuyang sneered and went back to her room.
Song Liangjiang first started a video call to her professorâs wife. The two little boys were only willing to sleep after chatting with her. Of course, it was mainly Little Rice Bun. Little Rice Ball was still as cold as ever, and he was no different from his annoying father. âIf Mommy doesnât come back soon, Little Rice Bun will be sick. My heart will be sick.â Little Rice Bun lay on the bed and rolled around.
âMommy will be back in two days.â Song Liangjiang imitated him and rolled around as well and made faces with her son, making him laugh.
Little Rice Ball sat on the bed and played with his blocks while paying attention to his brother, afraid that he would roll off the bed.
âWell? Is the sketch real?â Madam asked, sitting on the edge of the bed protectively around Little Rice Bun.
âIt isnât.â Song Liangjiang had already digested her disappointment. âIâm not looking for it anymore. I saw a clearer photo today. I think I can replicate it.â
âWith a glance?â
âI think I can.â Song Liangjiang sat up and pushed her messy hair away from her face. âAnyway, I have to try.â
âWhat about the previous bid? Are you not doing it anymore?â
Song Liangjiang was stunned for a moment as she recalled Chu Jingmoâs words.
âSong Liangjiang, do you think your own design is better than a design that had disappeared decades ago?â
âI can take care of both.â She wouldnât give up on Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets, but she wouldnât give up on her own design, either.
âJiang Miaoâer, your professor and I canât stop you from doing whatever you want. As long as you donât tire yourself out,â Madam said gently.
âYes, I know,â Song Liangjiang replied with a smile, ignoring a callous and cruel beast with poison on his tongue. âLittle Rice Ball, come here. Let Mommy see if youâre lovesick.â
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The blocks that Little Rice Ball had just stacked together collapsed with a clatter.
Song Liangjiangâs heart skipped a beat. When Little Rice Ball looked up at her, she smiled guiltily.
âMommy, being lovesick doesnât work that way.â Little Rice Ball slowly picked up the fallen blocks and reminded his mommy with a stoic expression.
Little Rice Bun immediately looked at his brother. âExactly. Exactly. Lovesick!â
Little Rice Ballâs lips moved as he looked at his brotherâs face, which was puffy from pouting. He sighed helplessly before he stroked his brotherâs hair. âYouâre not lovesick.â
Song Liangjiang raised her hand and pretended to stab herself in her chest. She had made a mistake all these years!
Why was her younger son always nicer to her older son instead of her?
Why!
Little Rice Bun dumpling looked at his younger brother with a grin and said to his mother seriously, âBrother said itâs lovesick.â
Song Liangjiang lay on the bed. âI donât even deserve my youngest sonâs love. Thereâs no point in living.â
âMommy, youâre an adult who can take responsibility for yourself. Donât compare yourself to my brother,â Little Rice Ball said in a solemn manner. âSo Mommy has to learn to grow up.â
Song Liangjiang continued, âNot only do you not care about your adorable mommy, but you even want to teach me.â
âMommy, I miss you,â Little Rice Ball whispered softly. He lowered his head and his fair face seemed to turn a little red.
Song Liangjiang instantly perked up. She sprawled on the bed and looked at her youngest son on the screen. âWhat did you
say?â
âBrother said he misses Mommy,â Little Rice Bun reported aloud.
Song Liangjiang looked at her youngest son, whose ears had turned red. Her life was complete.
She enjoyed watching her youngest son being embarrassed and not getting angry. She felt like she was bullying Chu Jingmo.
Revenge! This was revenge!
After chatting with them for a while, she noticed that Little Rice Bun had been yawning away. His head was nodding like a little chick pecking at rice, so she got them to go to bed. Next door, Chu Jingmo received an email. He could not verify the sender of the email. It was filled with codes.
Chu Jingmo sat by the window and gazed at the night sky outside. He could see the shadow of the manor here. After investigating for so many years, he finally seemed to have figured out something.
Song Liangjiang woke up early in the morning and packed up. She carried her small bag and left the hotel alone.
However, as soon as she left the hotel, she met Luo Fuyang. âI didnât expect you to hide it so well, Mrs. Chu.â Luo Fuyang stopped beside Song Liangjiang. âNo wonder youâve been looking for news of Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets. You want to curry favor with the Chu family. Chu Jingmoâs original fiancée is the eldest daughter of the Xuan family. Everyone knows that.â
Song Liangjiang looked at the woman standing next to her. âWhat? Now that you donât have customers in your tea garden, youâre spewing nonsense?â
Luo Fuyang really was the epitome of being two-faced.
âSong Liangjiang, I grew up with Chu Jingmo. I know him better than anyone. If it werenât for your usefulness, he definitely wouldnât have wasted a single minute on you.â Luo Fuyang smiled and reminded her, âDonât fall too deep, because youâll be abandoned sooner or later.â