Chapter 1495: Pushed to This Point

Maybe Nan Jiaojiao never actually did it. It was Shen Shichu who found a scapegoat, but on the surface, someone needed to take the blame. The more she tried to cover it up, the more credible it seemed. Without Shen Shichu, Nan Jiaojiao’s so-called architectural talent would be exposed. She dared not take the spotlight, which is why she hasn’t touched it since.

So calculating!

Ye Congwen waited until her emotions calmed down a bit, then went in and helped her up from a pile of trampled paintings.

“Okay, I won’t mention it. Whatever Jiaojiao does, haven’t I stopped meddling in it? Let’s go downstairs and eat.”

“You’re always like this!” Lin Shuyun pushed him away, “I warn you, no matter what method you use, make Nan Jiaojiao resign; she shouldn’t be living so well. And don’t let her paint again. If she doesn’t listen, chop her hands off. What’s with all the painting every day! That disgraceful nature, just like back then…”

“Shuyun!”

Ye Congwen looked hurt, “It’s been so long, why bring it up now.”

Lin Shuyun took a deep breath, pointing at the room, “Is it really over? Then why are you still holding onto these things!”

She shoved Ye Congwen away and stormed out, not going downstairs to eat, slamming the bedroom door shut.

Ye Congwen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, he clutched it, leaning against the wall, trying to find a place to sit down, only to realize there wasn’t a single spot in the room to sit.

Before today, three years ago after she had a miscarriage, Lin Shuyun had also come into this room. At that time, she had almost destroyed everything and couldn’t throw things around due to her physical weakness, so not much was actually broken. But the paint was already splattered everywhere, and she didn’t allow the servants to clean it, nor did Ye Congwen call anyone to clean it, just locked the door.

Today, she destroyed it once more, to the point where there was no place left to step, and none of the paintings left by that person back then remained intact.

The chair and bed were either covered in paint or shards from something broken. Ye Congwen crouched down, holding his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

An hour later, Ye Congwen parked the car outside the villa, unloading several boxes from the trunk and back seat.

Just as he was about to make a call, Ye Congjie walked out from the villa. She was wearing a dark purple nightgown, had grabbed a thick coat and thrown it over her shoulders without putting her arms through the sleeves. A few buttons on top were done up, hiding her neck.

She glanced at the things on the ground, a slight curl at the corner of her mouth, “All of it destroyed like this, huh?”

“Third sister, I’ll leave these things with you for now. Find a place to store them. Later on, it’s likely I won’t be able to get them back. If they’re in your way, just put them in a room far from you.”

“They don’t bother me. My house is big enough to store a few things.”

Ye Congjie walked around one of the boxes, kicked it open, and took a glance inside, “Lin Shuyun held it in for years but finally couldn’t anymore. Back then, she didn’t dare to completely destroy these things even using a miscarriage. She had some fear of you. What happened this time that she became so bold, pushing you to this point?”

An object treasured for over twenty years, this man couldn’t protect it nor bring himself to part with it, and now in the dead of night personally brought it for her to oversee.

Truly pathetic.

“Fine, I’ll keep it for you, just consider it a memento. If one day you think of these broken things, come and have a look.”

Ye Congwen’s mouth twitched, “Third sister, don’t provoke Shuyun anymore. It hasn’t been easy for her all these years either.”