President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 62 Lovesickness: How can I bear to make you sad

Chang Yihuan's tears didn't move Chang Banchun, he opened the door and opened it wide, "Chang Yihuan, you are not my Chang Banchun's daughter, please get out!"

Yihuan hugged Chang Banchun's leg, "Dad...don't treat me like this...I will freeze to death on the street..."

Chang Banchun looked at Chang Yihuan, who was full of tears, and pinched her face, "Chang Yihuan, now that things have happened, I might as well tell you the truth, neither you nor Lele are my own."

Chang Yihuan stared at Chang Banchun with wide eyes, "This...it's impossible..."

"Back then you had a piece of fine jadeite on your body. I thought it was very valuable, so I adopted you. In fact, I was not a kind person. I only fell in love with the butterfly-shaped jadeite on your body. Later, I went to the orphanage. After going through the adoption procedures, you and Lele had a very good relationship at that time, and you cried loudly when you separated, so I brought Lele out together as a last resort."

Chang Banchun threw out a yellowed photo and threw it in front of Yihuan, "Chang Yihuan, you can see clearly, it was this jade that moved me back then, but the facts also show that that jade is very valuable , I sold more than 200 million."

Yi Huan stared at the little girl in the photo, unable to say a word.

This disappearance shocked her, she didn't even know who she was, she looked at Chang Banchun foolishly, "Since your goal is jadeite, why didn't you abandon me after you got jadeite?"

"You are reluctant to part with me. This kind of family affection makes you keep me, so I am your biological daughter, right?"

Chang Banchun gave her a cold look, "Chang Yihuan, think about it, when will I be nice to you? Ever since I was a child, I didn't even know what you like to eat. Does this count as a father?"

Yihuan sat on the ground, looking up at Chang Banchun, this is the man she has called "Dad" for more than ten years, how could he treat her so cruelly?
"Later, the money ran out, but at that time, you and Lele were already ten years old, and you were both sensible. In order not to let the neighbors sue me, I chose to keep you."

"Dad, you must be angry with me for not keeping Tang Jiyao behind, right?" Chang Yihuan couldn't believe it, she instinctively rejected it.

"Enough! You only need to know this much, now, get the hell out of here! I won't allow you to come back here again!" Chang Banchun pushed Yihuan out of the door like crazy, and closed the door hard.

Yihuan stood outside the door, banging on the door vigorously, but she kept patting for a long time, and Chang Banchun did not open the door.

Yihuan had no choice but to leave, she was still holding the yellowed photo in her hand, the little girl in the photo was her, with a round apple face, crooked eyes, and two nice dimples when she smiled, on her neck A piece of emerald green butterfly jade is hanging, which is very beautiful.

She stared at the little girl in the photo, rubbing and rubbing, "Who am I?"

"Why am I in the orphanage again?"

These many problems bothered her, Yihuan didn't know whether she should believe Chang Banchun's words, she just felt that her whole body was hurting.

Never touched the warmth of her mother, Chang Banchun's special fatherly love made her understand the hardships of life. She walked alone in the cold winter night, like a wandering soul.

She doesn't know who she is, nor where she should go, she only knows that Lele hates her, Su Yaoyang doesn't want her, father doesn't want her, mother doesn't want her, she is just a superfluous person.

Yihuan's consciousness became weaker and weaker, she walked slower and slower, and finally fell to the ground...

Chang Banchun drove Yihuan out of the house, but he himself hid in the room and drank.

After drinking for a long time, he seemed a little drunk, stood up staggeringly, fumbled out the door, came to a public phone, and picked it up.

"Miss Jiang?" Chang Banchun turned around vigilantly and looked around. No one passed by here, so he put his heart back in his stomach.

The other party seemed a little nervous, "It's me, please wait a moment..."

After about half a minute, Chang Banchun heard the other party say, "Why are you calling at this time? My husband just fell asleep!"

Chang Banchun didn't care about the other party's attitude, "Miss Jiang, if you're not afraid that your husband will know, just be polite to me..."

"What do you want?"

"What do you want?" Chang Banchun laughed, "Is there any need to ask? Of course I want money. I don't want anything else except money..."

"One million is not a small amount, you have to give me some time!"

Chang Banchun became a little impatient, "I told you last time, I'll give you three more days, why haven't you raised yet?"

"There is no negotiation this time. If you don't send the money tomorrow, I will send these things to the newspaper office!"

"Don't worry, it's just money, how about this, I'll give you 50 tomorrow, and I'll give you the remaining 50 next week, how about it?"

"You know, I'm a woman, I don't have that much money at all, I just steal a little from my husband, it's not easy for me, you just take pity on me..."

The other party's words made Chang Banchun very useful, "Very good, I will give you a copy tomorrow, and when I get all the 100 million, I will give you the original together!"

"gentlemen…"

The other party wanted to say something, Chang Banchun hung up the phone first.

After hanging up the phone, his mood also improved, whistled, and turned back to his hut.

When Chang Yihuan woke up, she was in Tang Jiyao's private apartment. She was sleeping under a warm quilt, and she was still wearing the little dress that looked like a wedding dress when she went to the banquet.

Tang Jiyao was sitting on the sofa outside, staring at the blooming hyacinths on the window sill in a daze.

The hyacinths of this season have already bloomed, and many small flowers are clustered together, surrounding the same style, and the faint fragrance lingers in the room, like someone's indelible sadness.

Yihuan only remembered that she was walking on the road under her father's hut, and then passed out, and she couldn't remember anything after that.

Tang Jiyao was still looking at the hyacinth on the windowsill, as if he was staring at Chang Yihuan.

Although she returned the ring to him, even though she clearly said to break up, he still couldn't bear it, and ordered the driver to turn back in the Maybach. He sat in the car, rolled down the window, and looked at the room of Chang's house. The house was in a daze.

In fact, he only needs to take a look, even if it's her shadow on the window.

But he didn't want to, when he saw her lying on the road, he couldn't bear her to make a slight mistake, he would rather make himself wrong than her, and finally brought her back.

Hearing the sound of her getting out of bed, he turned his head, "Did you sleep well?"

The good sunlight from outside came in and fell on him, as if coating him with a layer of gold, he was like an angel waving its wings.

"You...why did you save me?" Yihuan felt that he already owed him enough, and didn't want to owe him more.

He didn't speak, just looked at her with gentle eyes, who told him to love her?

Yi Huan walked out with her slippers on, and saw today's newspapers on the coffee table. The face of the man on the front page was the one she was familiar with...

(End of this chapter)