Chapter 1494: Losing Her Mind

Back at the office, Su Miaotong didn’t seek her out again. After all, no matter how much care she wanted to show to her subordinates, she couldn’t do it too frequently in front of others, so she only asked on WeChat. Nan Jiaojiao brushed it off with “I’ll go with the company’s arrangements.” Su Miaotong probably thought she had figured it out and that the company would step in to negotiate with Lin Shuyun, assuming this deal was probably done and prepared to win it back. After chatting a bit, she went back to work.

In the afternoon, Pei Dongshi drove his car but got off near E.Y., asking Han Chuan to drive the car back. He then took out Nan Jiaojiao’s small vehicle worth a little under ten thousand and parked it in the side parking spot outside the company, waiting for her to get off work.

When Nan Jiaojiao came out, she was holding a cup of milk tea. She wouldn’t let herself suffer any loss, grabbing a little something before leaving work.

In the evening, as usual, they went to the supermarket to buy ingredients. This time she wised up, not trying to show off and obediently followed by his side watching him cook.

As for being troubled by Lin Shuyun, she didn’t mention it, feeling there was no need to say anything.

Ye Family.

After returning home, Lin Shuyun ignored Ye Congwen’s attempts to talk to her, skipped dinner, and hurried to the attic, unlocking the door with a key.

A heavy cloud of dust emerged, causing her to cough a few times, and disgusted, she covered her mouth and nose. Once the smell died down, she charged in on her high heels, smashing everything she could, destroying whatever was destroyable.

Ye Congwen turned on the light to find the room in complete disarray. Paint boards and paint were strewn everywhere, and the paintings on the walls and clipped to the rope were all torn down, shredded to pieces.

And his usually dignified and elegant wife was destroying everything like a madwoman, her hair in disarray, some paint staining the hem of her skirt. She kicked a half-empty, long-dried paint bucket to his feet.

With resentment, she said, “After all these years, you still keep these things. Ye Congwen, do you think I’m blind or disabled? Don’t you think I remember what happened back then?!”

Ye Congwen’s hand grasping the doorframe tightened and then loosened, his lips barely managed a twitch, but the smile was forced and stiff.

“What happened? The room hasn’t been opened for a long time; why did you suddenly think of it?”

“What happened! You ask me! Why don’t you ask your good daughter!”

After her fit of madness, Lin Shuyun seemed tired, but she still felt a rage in her heart, her eyes red, breathing heavily, her throat as though a terrifying beast was lurking, ready to tear through her skin at any moment.

Ye Congwen was startled by her appearance, swallowing hard with difficulty, “Jiaojiao? What about Jiaojiao?”

“She got into E.Y!”

Ye Congwen was taken aback.

“How can she get into E.Y? How does she know design? How can she paint? When did she learn to paint? She’s just a poor country girl, where did she get the education?”

“Maybe the family that adopted her enrolled her in some training classes in the countryside, it wouldn’t cost much. She could have learned casually. Didn’t she design a building for Shen Shichu before…”

“Shut up!”

Lin Shuyun’s anger stemmed from Ye Congwen actually making excuses for that little brat.

She never cared about any architectural design; she only regarded Shen Shichu highly because Ye Shiqing liked him. As for Nan Jiaojiao, she was at most someone Shen Shichu strung along with his schemes, just to exploit her for free. After Shen Shichu’s fall, Nan Jiaojiao had not touched architectural design again, nor had she heard of anyone paying her for her work.

Doesn’t this still illustrate the problem?