When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 250: Warning

The painting was named "True Love", and following his father’s last wishes, Yuan Chong brought it back to his homeland and personally handed it over to Zong Nan.

Zong Nan had met countless people in his life, but Yuan Chong’s father was still someone he could not fully understand even now.

Such was fate, bestowing upon you the grand symphonies and at the same time, stripping away your most tender human aspects.

Like father, like son.

Jiang Shuyao thought that Yuan Chong was probably similar to his father.

After leaving Zong Nan’s place, Jiang Shuyao did not hurry back to the hotel but instead strolled alone in the long corridor of the art gallery.

Today’s revelations were overwhelming, so much so that they were terrifying upon closer reflection.

According to Zong Nan’s unintentional narration, Yuan Chong’s biological mother had died five years ago in autumn, succumbing to depression and suicide.

Thinking back, that autumn, five years ago, was precisely the second month after godmother and Uncle Pei had divorced and gone abroad.

Two years later, the godmother married Yuan Chong’s father and settled in Los Angeles.

Subsequently, godmother underwent treatment for heart failure, during which Yuan Chong’s father fell ill and passed away.

Until last October, also autumn, godmother committed suicide in a hotel; according to forensic identification, it was due to an overdose of sleeping pills...

Sleeping pills.

Jiang Shuyao unlocked her phone, typed "depression" into the search bar, and countless pieces of information appeared.

After thoroughly browsing them, she was chilled to the bone.

For five full years, linking all the events that had occurred on a timeline, a clear chain of crimes slowly formed in Jiang Shuyao’s mind.

Yuan Chong’s mother died by suicide in autumn.

So did the godmother, also in autumn.

What are the odds of such a coincidence? She still remembered the last meal she had with godmother last year in the Capital.

At that time, when Yuan Chong came in, the instinctive fear in godmother couldn’t have just developed overnight.

Jiang Shuyao gazed vacantly at a painting in front of her, her eyes unfocused and distant.

She once thought that Yuan Chong sought revenge against Pei Yan merely because he thwarted his plan to acquire an auditing firm on the field.

But now, she suspected that his motives were not that simple. The problem lay elsewhere, in a labyrinth; though she could see the light source, no matter how she searched, she couldn’t find the exit.

That feeling gave Jiang Shuyao an unprecedented sense of fear.

Compared to those tangible and touchable villains, Yuan Chong was like a venomous snake hidden beneath the Buddha’s seat.

He bathed in the Buddha’s merciful light, showing the world his tolerance and politeness.

But deep inside, he was filled with filthy, foul poison, and those he targeted could hardly escape their doom.

The auditing firm was like this, including the godmother.

Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes, forced herself to calm down; the summer breeze flowed through the gallery, gently lifting her white skirt, standing tranquil in front of the corridor, her silhouette striking, as beautiful as a painting.

This scene successfully halted the steps of two men not far away.

Lu Chen was captivated, his gaze fixated on her figure, unable to look away.

Since their last meeting almost a year ago, the last image in his mind was her quiet, sweet sleeping face.

"Won’t you go and say hi?" Yuan Chong reminded beside him.

Lu Chen frowned but before he could speak, Yuan Chong had already stepped towards the girl.

Jiang Shuyao was very sensitive; almost immediately upon Yuan Chong’s arrival, she sensed the extremely uncomfortable presence.

Only, she didn’t expect Lu Chen to be there too.

She furrowed her brows, somewhat disbelieving her own eyes.

Why, why was Lu Chen involved with Yuan Chong again? Hadn’t he said that he had been used and had woken up?

Could it be that everything he said at the summit last time was a lie?

In her thought, the mixed-race man approached her, stopping fifty meters away, revealing a scholarly smile, "You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the scenery watcher on the building watches you. Beautiful girl, am I right?"

Jiang Shuyao felt sick inside.

She said indifferently, "Chinese culture is profound and extensive. Mr. Yuan has not grasped its essence; it’s better not to misuse it."

Yuan Chong slightly raised his eyebrows.

It seemed he had discovered something amusing; the originally beautiful and kind angel became quite a sight with her bristles raised.

The man, not showing any anger and still smiling, said, "It was I who was presumptuous, then what sentence does Miss Jiang think would be more suitable?"

Jiang Shuyao pondered for a moment and gave him sixteen characters.

"One thought of purity, flames turn into a pool. One thought of awakening, a boat reaches the other shore."

These words were meant not only for Yuan Chong but also a warning to Lu Chen, who was approaching.

She didn’t want to stay any longer, just as she was about to turn and leave, the mixed-race man halted her," My knowledge is shallow, could Miss Jiang explain the meaning?"

Jiang Shuyao’s calm gaze fell directly on the person behind Yuan Chong.

"You don’t understand, he does."

That sentence just now, Lu Chen must have heard.

After all, a top scholar wouldn’t forget everything he’d learned just because he made some money.

Faced with the girl’s open and veiled sarcasm, Lu Chen was already mentally prepared.

He sighed helplessly, called out Yaoyao, and Yuan Chong pretended to realize, "Old classmates meeting, I shall not disturb you."

The meaningful glance the mixed-race man cast before leaving made Jiang Shuyao’s hair stand on end.

The next moment she came to her senses, only she and Lu Chen were left in the gallery.

Jiang Shuyao got straight to the point, "Whatever path you choose to take, I won’t stop you, but before you make each decision, please think about the people in this world who love you."

For instance, his mother.

"Yaoyao," Lu Chen spoke evenly, "don’t think so ill of me, you can’t understand my current predicament."

Predicament.

"If it’s about your mother’s illness, I can help you," Jiang Shuyao continued to try.

But Lu Chen couldn’t help laughing, "It’s not that simple, you can’t help me."

It was already late, she had agreed to return to the hotel by three in the afternoon and leave for Chengdu at seven in the evening with her teacher.

She couldn’t delay any longer.

Jiang Shuyao calmed her emotions, looked up at Lu Chen with a serious face, and said, "Yuan Chong is not a good person, he’s dangerous, working with him is like seeking the skin of a tiger, one day he’ll consume you completely, and then it will be too late for regrets."

Of course, he knew what kind of person Yuan Chong was.

But once entangled in some matters, it was not so easy to extricate oneself.

Besides, now was not the time to back out.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Shuyao knew her words just now had been in vain.

Never mind.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "I’m leaving, take care of yourself."

"Did you come to the Capital alone?" Lu Chen suddenly asked.

Jiang Shuyao was slightly startled, then nodded lightly.

She said on her own, "I’m going back this afternoon, don’t ask me out for a meal."

Lu Chen couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"I’m just surprised why Pei Yan would feel at ease letting you go out alone. What if you got tricked?"

Getting tricked was unlikely, getting kidnapped, that was another story.