Chapter 888: Fake Suicide, Real Death

After thinking it through, Jian Yining returned to his parents' home.

His apology was accepted immediately.

His parents were both very happy, and his mother told him: "I met with that girl this afternoon. I have already done what you wanted to do; I gave her a sum of money, and she promised not to look for you again."

"My son, listen to your mother. Wan'er is a good daughter-in-law; you must not let her down. Block all the contact information for that girl. Although she accepted my money, I feel like she thought it was too little..."

Jian Yining believed his mother's words implicitly and, in front of his parents, deleted Huang Qin's phone number, WeChat, and other contact information.

Then he called his sister to apologize.

Jian Yixin was his sister, they were family; even if she had been angry at the time, she couldn't hold it in her heart.

Seeing her younger brother come to his senses, she was naturally happy.

Like his mother, she accepted her brother's apology very easily.

Then, over the phone, she urged her brother: "A Ning, when you go to apologize to Wan'er, first you must make your stance clear—that you will never contact Huang Qin again in the future—and second, that there was never that kind of relationship between you two."

"As long as these two points are made clear, Wan'er will forgive you for the other foolish things you've done."

Jian Yining: "But there was never anything like that; it's you all who don't believe me."

Jian Yixin: "It's not that everyone doesn't believe you; it's that woman who has been stirring up trouble the whole time. Look, you haven't been in contact with her for just one day, and isn't your brain normal now?"

Jian Yining:...

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that was indeed the case.

According to his plan, he prepared to go to the Sheng Family immediately to apologize to his wife, and then bring his wife and children home.

His mother stopped him: "Better go tomorrow morning. People in that house, both the elderly and children, rest early; it's not very good for you to go over and disturb them now."

"Besides, an apology requires one hundred percent sincerity. With your brain like paste and your heart like porridge, I won't be at ease unless I instruct you clearly."

Jian Yining:...

To avoid any further complications, his mother also did not let him return to his own home to sleep.

He was to stay right there and go apologize to his wife first thing the next morning.

His mother lectured him for half the night before letting him rest.

Early the next morning.

Lady Jian made breakfast herself: soup dumplings, lotus leaf japonica rice porridge, century egg and lean meat porridge, pan-fried buns, shrimp dumplings, crispy meat pies, steamed purple sweet potatoes, and steamed corn.

There were also several refreshing side dishes: shredded lettuce with pork, spicy crispy pig ears, mashed potatoes with cheese, cold shredded kelp, and spicy horseradish with ark clams.

She served a table full of food. She originally wanted to call her son to get up for breakfast, but after thinking about it, she went back to the kitchen to fry some tender poached eggs and bacon, and heated a glass of milk.

Jian Xiansheng arrived at the dining room and was immediately dissatisfied: "Yo, why are you showing favoritism? When the children are home, you cook yourself, but usually you just let the servants do it."

His wife had a ready answer: "I don't let you go hungry usually, is the cook's food not tasty?"

"It's tasty, but it lacks a bit of heart, and it's never this sumptuous."

Usually, his wife always used the excuse that elderly people should have a light diet, so the food lacked oil and salt, the variety was limited, and it was bland.

This big table of dishes was not only all things his son loved to eat, but he loved them too.

"Alright, you're at your age and you're still jealous of your children? If that got out, aren't you afraid of others laughing at you? I'll cook for you specifically from now on, that's fine, right..."

"Make it according to today's menu."

"For breakfast, just cook some millet porridge and make a cold dish; elderly people should focus on health..."

"Pah! You're just biased!"

While his parents were chatting, Jian Yining came down from upstairs and happened to hear them.

He felt guilty.

He always felt too busy to visit his parents at their home, but was he really that busy?

Not necessarily.

He had simply neglected them; he didn't even visit as often as Wan'er did with the children.

Back when the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship was so poor that they were like fire and water, Wan'er had still cared for his parents far more than he did. In Jian Yining's heart, besides the guilt toward his parents, there was now an extra layer of guilt toward his wife.

"A Ning, you're awake? I was just about to call you. Perfect timing for breakfast."

His mother kept putting food on his plate: "Eat this, eat more."

"Mom, you eat too, don't just look after me."

"I'm happy just watching you eat. You eat more."

His mother picked up a soup dumpling and placed it on his plate, chattering incessantly: "You're not like you used to be; you're not a young man anymore. It's easy to gain weight at this age, eat less meat!"

Jian Yining:...

She told him to eat less meat, yet she kept putting soup dumplings on his plate?

Weren't they filled with meat?

It didn't stop there.

Lady Jian placed the plate of bacon in front of her son, and just as he was about to take some... she moved it away again.

"You've liked eating fried bacon since you were a child, but this stuff is smoked and bad for your health."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You're really funny. Since you think it's bad, why make it at all?"

His mother didn't say anything, but his father provided the answer: "You brat, don't be ungrateful. Your mother wants you to eat something tasty, but she also wants you to be healthy. Only the people closest to you would treat you like this."

Jian Yining:...

He remembered that when eating at home, Wan'er was the same.

She would nag him about his unhealthy diet while putting the food he liked in front of him.

But after he took two bites, she would take it away.

He hadn't been very happy about it then, thinking his wife was just troublesome and saying one thing while doing another.

Since you say those foods are unhealthy and you don't let the servants make them at all, wouldn't it be better not to put them in front of me?

Making them but not letting me eat them is just looking for trouble on purpose.

It wouldn't be like this if I were eating at Miss Huang's place; she changes up the patterns to make what I like—pan-frying, stir-frying, steaming, or deep-frying—and as long as I eat a couple extra bites of a dish, it's guaranteed to be there the next day!

It really is different.

He sped up his eating, preparing to finish quickly so he could go to the Sheng Family and bring his wife and daughter back.

"Ring-ring—"

The phone rang; it was a call from the company.

He pressed the answer button, and the Secretary's anxious voice came from the other end: "General Manager, it's bad! Miss Huang has climbed onto the roof of our company building; she says if she doesn't see you, she's going to jump."

"Alright, I'll be there immediately. Keep her calm and don't let her jump."

He put down his chopsticks and stood up: "I have to go to the company first; there is a very important matter at the company."

"That woman ran to the company roof to jump, right? This is a trick people like her always use. Son, you must not be soft-hearted again; no daughter from a good family would pester someone like this."

"You haven't done anything to her, yet that woman is making such a scene. It's only been a few days and she's already been seeking death twice. If you actually had that kind of relationship with her, she would peel a layer of skin off you."

Jian Yining went out; although he was going to save Miss Huang, he didn't have much of a good impression of this girl anymore.

The company.

A lot of people had gathered downstairs, and they were surrounding the building, pointing and gesturing at the top.

Miss Huang was sitting on the roof, her legs dangling over the edge, her two hands gripping the railing tightly.

Actually, she was very afraid; she had miscalculated.

She only wanted to climb up here to force Jian Yining to show himself, but she hadn't expected the wind up on the roof to be so strong.