The most ruthless is her

Chapter 40

When Ruan Mohan lowered his head, he could see Jian Shuo's head resting on her thigh, looking up innocently and cunningly.

Like a child eager to find someone to play with.

Ruan Mohan said lightly, "Why didn't I come?"

As she walked to the side, Jian Shuo clasped her thigh with more force: "Where are you going?"

"Take off the windbreaker."

Jian Shuo let go of her hand.

Lying on the bed, only one head and one hand stick out from the end of the quilt, and the chin rests on the back of the hand, like a lazy cat.

She looked at Ruan Mohan, who was taking off his windbreaker by the single sofa, and snorted: "You are really ugly in a windbreaker."

Ruan Mohan didn't turn his head back: "Then don't look at it."

The moment she put the windbreaker on the single sofa, suddenly a force behind her pulled her to the velvet bed.

The force came quickly and fiercely, and the back of Ruan Mohan's head hit the goose down mattress, making a fluffy bang.

Soft, but not as soft as the sofa at Ginger Karen's house.

Jian Shuo supported his body with both hands, knelt on his knees, looked down at Ruan Mohan, smiling all the time.

A pair of jet-black eyes, even in a dark room, are dazzlingly bright, shining brightly.

She moved closer to Ruan Mohan's ear: "Your white windbreaker today is really ugly."

"It can't be the same brand as the white trench coat you bought with the glasses girl?"

Ruan Mohan remained silent.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Jian Shuo's head, as if he was comforting an irritable cat that had been alone in the house for a long time.

Jian Shuo shook her head, broke away from Ruan Mohan's touch, raised her chin, and bit Ruan Mohan's fingers into her mouth,

Suddenly, her expression changed, and she bit down hard with her teeth.

Ruan Mohan has always been able to bear it, and even longed for pain, but now he couldn't help but let out a low "hmm".

Jian Shuo spat out Ruan Mohan's fingers viciously, with a "bah".

He went to bite Ruan Mohan's earlobe hard.

Ruan Mohan didn't make a sound this time.

He just gently raised his hand, like before, and stroked Jian Shuo's head again.

Jian Shuo dodged fiercely.

She got up, rushed to the bedside table, and suddenly turned on all the lights in the room.

The overhead light shines down, the table lamp shines over, and all the wall lamps, floor lamps and corridor lights are all illuminated at once.

Ruan Mohan's eyes were sensitive, and when he was used to the darkness, he was suddenly flickered by the light, causing a sharp pain, and closed his eyes physiologically.

The moment she closed her eyes, Jian Shuo rushed over again, too hastily, when her palm was propped on the bed, it pressed down on Ruan Mohan's long hair scattered on the bed.

Scalp slightly tingling.

Jian Shuo's voice rang viciously in her ears: "You just went to Jiang Kailun's house, didn't you?"

Ruan Mohan still closed his eyes, and felt a bright light outside his eyelids: "How do you know? You won't be bored enough to follow me?"

Jian Shuo let out a "huh": "I'm not that boring, and I'm not that interested in you."

"Your fingers smell like her hands."

Ruan Mohan opened his eyes: "How do you know what her hands smell like?"

Jian Shuo was silent for a moment.

"She touched my chin, so I know the smell of her hands very well, do you want to blame?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "I went to her house this morning, from ten to twelve o'clock."

Jian Shuo's eyes narrowed, and his eyes became colder and colder: "It's the same as the time you sold me, two hours, isn't it?"

Ruan Mohan didn't answer, but asked instead: "When Jiang Kailun touched your chin, how did you react?"

Jian Shuo glared fiercely at Ruan Mohan from a bird's-eye view.

"You dodged it, didn't you?"

Jian Shuo: "I hate Jiang Karen."

She looked away, Ruan Mohan reached out and pinched her chin, making her look into his eyes.

Jian Shuo raised her chin, shook off Ruan Mohan's hand, and said impatiently, "Don't touch me."

It seems that Ruan Mohan's fingers are extremely disgusted, and there is a smell of Jiang Kailun.

"You hate Jiang Kailun?" Ruan Mo asked coldly.

"Then you also hate Zhong Yunli and Amy, so you refuse to have close physical contact with any of them?"

"That's right, they are not sleepy enough for me, can't they?" Jian Shuo smiled lazily.

Ruan Mohan's eyes were as cold as ice, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Jian Shuo's chin again.

Jian Shuo struggled again, but Ruan Mohan exerted force this time, so she didn't break free.And the more she struggled, the harder Ruan Mohan exerted herself.

Jian Shuo stared at Ruan Mohan like a furious cat.

The sound of breathing became slightly heavier.

"Stop pretending." Ruan Mo said coldly.

Jian Shuo looked at her.

Ruan Mohan: "I asked Bai Jingxian, since you were young, you have resisted any intimate physical contact with anyone."

"Including when you chased Chu Xingyun in adolescence, you didn't have the opportunity to touch her, but you never did."

"Bai Jingxian always thought that your so-called nurturing me was just a game, and she never had any intimate physical contact with me."

Jian Shuo's eyes drooped slightly.

The eyelashes were lowered a little, covering her dark pupils like ancient lakes.

"So?" Jian Shuo asked blankly.

Ruan Mohan clamped her chin tightly: "So why can you have intimate physical contact with me?"

"Why can't it work when I smell ginger Karen on my fingers?"

Jian Shuo stared at her.

Ruan Mohan reached down with his hand, but Jian Shuo opened it viciously.

"Why not?" Ruan Mo asked coldly, from expression to voice, like a piece of ice.

"Jane Shuo."

"Do you... like me?"

Jian Shuo's expression was genuinely confused for a moment.

In just a moment, less than a blink of an eye, that kind of confusion is fleeting.

A coquettish and ghostly smile climbed onto Jian Shuo's charming face again: "Like you?"

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

As if she heard the funniest joke, she withdrew her hands from Ruan Mohan's ears, got up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and laughed endlessly.

Ruan Mohan turned his head to one side, pressed his face on the soft velvet mattress, and looked at Jian Shuo.

Soft, but not as soft as Jiang Karen's sofa.

"Sister Mo, Director Ruan, you don't really think I like you, do you?" Jian Shuo held her stomach and smiled, "Ouch."

Ruan Mohan looked at her coldly,

Jian Shuo kept laughing, her voice was sharp and emotionless, like the sound of nails scraping on a blackboard.

Ruan Mohan's eardrums were drummed, but she just looked at Jian Shuo coldly, and didn't stop her, waiting for her to laugh.

"Ouch, I burst into tears from laughing."

Jian Shuo wiped the corner of her eyes, and stretched out her slender and white fingers in front of Ruan Mohan: "Look, tears."

Ruan Mohan opened her hand.

Finally, Jian Shuo stopped laughing, but the coquettish sarcasm was still hanging on her face: "Director Ruan, you really think highly of yourself."

"I just started hooking up with you just because you look like Chu Xingyun."

"It was only later that I discovered that my cold goddess, Chu Xingyun, fell into the mortal world and became uninteresting, but you are more interesting than her."

"I know you regard me as a research object." Jian Shuo winked, "As for me, I regard you as a playmate."

"You see that I have no feelings, and I also see that you have no feelings. Only by having physical contact with such a person will there be no follow-up troubles, understand?"

"Like you? Ha." Jian Shuo spat hard, as if extremely disgusted.

Ruan Mohan sat up: "Really? You really think so?"

Jian Shuo raised her slender eyebrows and looked at her: "Don't you think you are fascinated by all living beings?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "If you really think so, then fine."

The two sat face to face on a large goose down bed, confronting each other.

"Is it soft?" Jian Shuo asked suddenly.

Ruan Mohan looked at her.

Jian Shuo stared at her fingertips indifferently, and then wrapped her curly hair around her fingertips: "Is Jiang Kailun's bed soft?"

Ruan Mohan didn't answer, but only asked Jian Shuo: "Do you want to continue?"

Jian Shuo disgusted: "Your finger smells like her hand, don't want it."

The faint scent of poppies can't be washed off even with hand sanitizer. It remains on people's hands and keeps drilling into the nose, which is very annoying.

"Okay." Ruan Mohan got off the bed, barefooted, and walked towards the window.

******

Ruan Mohan pulled the curtains aside.

The bright sun shone in, and even the lights in the room turned on by Jian Shuo didn't seem bright.

Ruan Mohan pushed the window open, opened a gap, stretched out his white arms, and lit a cigarette.

She took a puff, and the smoke curled up, barely visible in the blazing sun.

Jian Shuo sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at Ruan Mohan's back.

White shirt, black narrow skirt, light brown long hair.

A pair of black high-heeled shoes fell far away on the carpet when Jian Shuo pulled her onto the bed just now.Ruan Mohan simply didn't wear any more, and stood by the window with bare feet, smoking a cigarette.

The legs in thin stockings, without high heels, are still slender and slender.There are two thin black lines on the calf, making the legs straighter.

Abstinence to the extreme reveals a kind of temptation.

Jian Shuo said: "Because Jiang Kailun is also a person without feelings, so she can too, right?"

Ruan Mohan blew out a wisp of smoke towards the sun without looking back.

"She too?" Ruan Mohan said to the sunlight outside the window, "What kind of person do you think Jiang Kailun is?"

"Are you afraid of her?"

"Well, I'm afraid."

Ruan Mohan didn't expect Jian Shuo to admit it, he looked back at her while smoking a cigarette, and then turned his head away again.

From the beginning to the end, Jian Shuo's question was not answered——

"Because Jiang Karen is also a person without feelings, so she can too, right?"

After smoking, Ruan Mohan said flatly, "I'm leaving."

Jian Shuo let out an indifferent "hmm".

There were footsteps, a door closing, and the room was completely silent.

Jian Shuo sat cross-legged on the bed, didn't look at the direction Ruan Mohan left, but just stared at the window that Ruan Mohan pushed open just now.

Ruan Mohan left it open when he left, the bright sun shone in, and the blinding white light engulfed everything.

Jian Shuo changed her posture, from sitting cross-legged to holding her knees in her arms.

With his chin resting on his knees, he stared intently at the overly hot sunlight outside the window.

******

Ruan Mohan walked out of the room.

He glanced down at his watch, it was 59:[-].

There was no movement in the room separated by a wooden door.

Ruan Mohan stood at the door with his head down, watching the movement of the second hand on the watch.

Tick, tick, tick.

One minute later, four o'clock.

There was still silence in the room, and there was no sound.

No one spoke.No one shouted.No one moved around.

Ruan Mohan lowered his wrist and left quietly.

******

Coming out of the W Hotel, Ruan Mohan drove the car on his way to the hospital to pick up Ruan Qingyin.

The weather is really like late spring, and the sun is still shining brightly at this time.The sun shining on the windshield was a vast expanse of white.

Because it was too bright, I couldn't see anything clearly.

It reminded Ruan Mohan of Jiang Kailun's eyes.

I remembered when I was at Jiang Karen's house at ten o'clock this morning.

After Jiang Kailun asked to go to her bedroom, Ruan Mohan's face was calm and calm: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Kailun smiled instead: "Don't be so nervous, I just have something for you to see."

"I said, this time I just invite you to visit my house and do nothing."

"Do you think I'm a broken man?"

Ruan Mohan got up and followed Jiang Kailun up to the second floor of the villa.

Jiang Karen: "My bedroom is at the end of the corridor."

She walked over with Ruan Mohan and opened the door.

The bedroom is also full of bustling flowers.

The nineteenth-century English-style walnut bed, the French-style curved sliding-door jewelry table, and the double-door jewelry cabinet made of saffle porcelain are eclectic and self-contained.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge photo hanging above the bed.

Inlaid in a delicate walnut flower frame, it seems that it has been at least ten years old.

Ruan Mohan remained calm on the surface, but was deeply shocked in his heart.

Jiang Karen stood beside her with a glass of red wine and asked, "Can you tell who this is?"

Ruan Mohan said softly, "It's you."

Jiang Kailun smiled: "Good eyesight."

It's not deliberate praise, but the person in the photo, it's really hard to tell it's Jiang Karen.

At that time, Jiang Kailun should have been in his 20s, maybe not more than [-] years old.Eyebrows and facial features, in fact, are not much different from now.What was hard to recognize was the look on Jiang Karen's face.

Jiang Kailun in the photo still had an intellectual and elegant demeanor, but Ruan Mohan keenly saw that her face, her eyes, had warmth, emotion, and light.

It's not like now, when you look inside, you will see a deep and nothingness, and you can't see through it all the time, as if there is nothing inside.

It makes people feel that a non-living body without emotion can have such a pair of eyes.

"Director Ruan, you are very smart, so I won't play charades with you."

"I, at the age in the photo, have the same wish as you now - to become a truly emotionless person."

"Why?" Ruan Mohan asked softly.

"Why?" Jiang Karen took a sip of the red wine, "Probably because my parents were suddenly involved in a car accident and both passed away. I feel empty inside and feel that busy work is the only salvation."

"Emotions become the most superfluous thing, which only makes people suffer."

Ruan Mohan stared at the photo and asked softly, "How did you become like this?"

Jiang Karen smiled: "You're curious, aren't you?"

"I can answer this question for you, but it's time for you to come to my house next time."

Ruan Mohan stared at the photo. At that time, Jiang Kailun didn't have mink-like eyes.

Jiang Karen was beside her, gently raised his hand that was not holding the wine glass, and stretched out his index finger: "Do you dare? Touch my temperature-controlled fingers again, and come to my house next time."

Ruan Mohan took a deep breath and turned his head.

At that moment, Bai Jingxian's voice sounded next to her ears.

Bai Jingxian was answering her question: "Since she was a child, Ah Shuo has been very resistant to having close physical contact with anyone. I'm the only one who can touch her, but it's just a simple contact."

"Director Ruan, why do you ask me this question?"

"When you are A Shuo's so-called canary, it's like playing a game with a child. In fact, she hasn't had any intimate contact with you, right?"

There was a "buzzing" ringing in Ruan Mohan's ears, as if she hadn't had time to wear sound-proof earmuffs that day, and Jian Shuo shot right next to her.

Ruan Mohan focused on Jiang Kailun's sable eyes.

With such an elegant smile, even the eyes were bent, but the light shining in the pupils could not be seen through.

No feelings, no emotions, nothing.

Ruan Mohan was thinking, why did she think that Jian Shuo, who was also emotionless, could have intimate contact with her?

Why is she an exception to Jian Shuo?

Ruan Mohan didn't want to think about it anymore, and raised his hand to Jiang Kailun.

Jiang Kailun looked at Ruan Mohan with a smile, thinking that Ruan Mohan was going to press her finger.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Mohan had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, and he directly clasped five fingers with Jiang Kailun, and grasped his whole hand.

Ruan Mohan's back felt cold, Jiang Kailun's temperature was constant from fingers to palms, even the temperature was not perfect like a real person.

Ruan Mohan felt that his fingers were about to tremble uncontrollably again, probably due to the nerve endings.

But she controlled it.

Control yourself not to turn your head, keep staring into Jiang Kailun's eyes.Control yourself not to tremble, hold Jiang Kailun's hand tightly all the time.

Jiang Kailun smiled: "Director Ruan, it's interesting."

"I really didn't see the wrong person."

"Your desire is as strong as mine was more than ten years ago."

She took the initiative to let go of Ruan Mohan's hand, drank the red wine in her hand, raised her hand to look at her watch: "It's twelve o'clock, you should go."

"This time... that's it?"

"Yes, the secret of listening will appear on your desk on Monday morning. You can go."

Jiang Karen smiled at her: "We, see you next time."

******

At nine o'clock on Monday, Ruan Mohan arrived at the office on time.

Lowering his head, he saw a business card on his desk.

She called Assistant Yang in: "Did you put the business card on my desk?"

Assistant Yang shook his head.

Ruan Mohan told her to go out.

Then, this business card could only be given by Jiang Karen.

Ruan Mohan stared at the small business card in his hand - "Director of Listening Group, Honorary Lecturer of Beihua University, Honorary Chairman of Hanyu Women and Children Charity Organization, Bai Jingxian".

They are all empty titles, including Bai Jingxian's position as the director of Lingyin, just because she got 5% of the shares when she married into Jian's family, and she can control it independently after she successfully gave birth to a child.

Bai Jingxian never cared about anything about listening, nor did she have any real power.

Ruan Mohan didn't understand that Jiang Kailun put a business card of Bai Jingxian on her desk, trying to hint at her.

Why is Bai Jingxian related to the secret of listening?

Ruan Mohan knew that even if she asked Jiang Kailun, she would not be able to get any answers.

She put Bai Jingxian's business card into the bottom drawer of her desk, and pressed it with a document.

More secrets can only be explored by herself.

******

For a week, Ruan Mohan didn't see Jian Shuo again.

After getting off work at six o'clock every night, when she walked to the underground parking lot, she had the illusion that a beautiful figure would suddenly jump out.

However, it does not.

When a car passed by, Ruan Mohan focused his attention, using his sensitive ears to catch the movement under the car.

No sound at all.The cat's footsteps and breathing that she could hear from under the car before had completely disappeared. The cat seemed to have really moved and never appeared again.

The half-section of chicken sausage that Jian Shuo threw on the ground for the cat never appeared again.

******

At twelve noon on Saturday, Ruan Mohan returned home.

She packed the pizza that Ruan Qingyin liked, so she didn't cook, and Ruan Qingyin didn't complain.

But even if she still likes the pizza, Ruan Qingyin still doesn't take a bite, and she lacks interest in biting.

As Ruan Qingyin said, she never felt hungry.

Ruan Mohan didn't feel hungry either.

So it was just mechanically at a constant speed, stuffing the chicken breast sandwich into his mouth and chewing.

"Mom." Ruan Qingyin asked while playing with a slice of pickled cucumber on the pizza with a fork, "Why do you have something to go out on Saturday?"

"It's also related to your medical research?"

Ruan Mohan stared at the plate in front of Ruan Qingyin, a piece of pickled cucumber was poked into pieces by her, the juice flowed out, and the remaining cucumber slices seemed to lose their souls, becoming limp and fragmented pieces in the plate.

Ruan Mohan replied to Ruan Qingyin: "Yes, it's also because of medical research."

"Last time you said that the research object seemed to have mutated, is it still mutating?" Ruan Qingyin was still poking the pickled cucumber with a fork.

"I..." Ruan Mohan said softly, "I'm not sure if she has mutated yet."

"That's it." Ruan Qingyin nodded, indifferent.

She just casually chatted with Ruan Mohan and didn't take it to heart.

Ruan Mohan suddenly asked her: "Yinyin, why did you poke all the juice out of the pickles?"

Ruan Qingyin glanced at her in surprise: "Because the juice from the pickles has already been glued to the pizza."

"It's not complete anymore, there's no need for it to exist, just smash it up."

Ruan Qingyin walked away from the table: "I'm going to change clothes first."

Ruan Mohan will take her to the hospital in the afternoon for sensory integration training.

Ruan Mohan was left alone at the dining table, staring at the rotten pickle,

Is that so?Because it is incomplete, there is no need to exist, and it will be destroyed?

I don't know if children without empathy have such a destructive desire hidden in their hearts.

At this moment, Ruan Mohan's cell phone by the table rang.

She picked it up, and it was the string of unfamiliar numbers that she was already familiar with, and she sent a text message: "1704."

She put down her phone, stood up, and knocked on Ruan Qingyin's door: "Is Yinyin all right? We should go out."

******

Ruan Mohan was dragged into 1704 by a white hand.

Jian Shuo pulled and pushed again, and Ruan Mohan leaned against the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the entrance.

The clothes are thin, and the butterfly bones protruding from the back are stuck on the glass.

Hard and cold.

Jian Shuo approached her lips softly: "Did you miss me?"

The mermaid-like mesmerizing voice, together with the enchanting scent of dahlias on his body, penetrated into Ruan Mohan's ears and nose, together with that gorgeous face, eroded Ruan Mohan's five senses together.

She wanted to nibble on the small mole on Ruan Mohan's earlobe, but Ruan Mohan raised his hand and pinched Jian Shuo's sharp and pretty chin:

"What about you? Do you miss me again?"

She asked Jian Shuo to look into her eyes, a pair of light brown eyes, looking deeply into Jian Shuo's eyes.

Jian Shuo squinted her eyes like a cat, "Guess?"