Quick Transmigration: She’s a Heartbreaker

"Ling Chen?" Duan Qingchu was chatting with Jiang Xun on WeChat when he received Ling Chen's call. Jiang Xun said that he had something to tell him. He had nothing to do, so Ling Chen called.

What can Ling Chen do if he finds him so late?

He answered the call while thinking.

"Qing Chu." Ling Chen's voice was strange, as if choking.

Duan Qingchu was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?"

"Jiang Xun is married."

"What?" Duan Qingchu stood up abruptly and cried out in surprise, "You say it again?"

"Jiang Xun is married!" Ling Chen yelled like a catharsis, "Have you heard, I said Jiang Xun is married."

His bitter voice was full of pain.

"How is it possible?" Duan Qingchu said in disbelief.

"What's more ridiculous is, do you know who she married?" Ling Chen let out a self-deprecating laugh, worse than crying.

Duan Qingchu was also immersed in the painful blow. He didn't even have the strength to ask "who". He was silent, as if he was suddenly punched. The whole person was dumbfounded, and then he threw it into a place where he couldn't breathe. He suffocated. Then, his heart hurts beyond his imagination, as if he was dying.

Ling Chen gritted her teeth and said, "She is married to my dad, isn't it ridiculous? Are you saying she is trying to avenge me?"

Duan Qingchu was struck by thunder again and said in shock: "How is it possible?"

He seems to be poor in words and can only say these few words.

Ling Chen: "You don't believe me either, do you?"

Duan Qingchu did not speak.

Ling Chen originally wanted to tell Duan Qingchu about the news, that he might be able to feel a little better, but not at all, and even more uncomfortable.

He hung up the phone silently, and then lied on the steering wheel a little arrogantly, yelling Jiang Xun's name.

Why does it become like this?

…

Jiang Xun waited for a while and didn't wait for Duan Qingchu to reply. She was a little strange.

She had a good conversation just now, and she was about to ask him out to tell him about her marriage, so he didn't reply.

But Jiang Xun was indeed a bit entangled. I didn't know how to say it. After all, she had just picked someone up, and she had to tell them that you had no chance. I was married and it was difficult for anyone to accept it.

But there was no way. She had already decided to marry him when she saw Ling Kong Leng. Who made him the son of the best luck in this world, who happened to be Ling Chen's father, marrying him would kill two birds with one stone.

She also liked Duan Qingchu, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't marry two people in this world. Now she can only try to make up for him.

Duan Qingchu finally returned the news, but Jiang Xun was stunned when he saw the news.

Duan Qingchu: [Are you married? 】

Jiang Xun hesitated for a while, smiled, or, he knew it without her opening.

Jiang Xun: [Ling Chen told you? 】

Duan Qingchu: [Hmm. 】

Jiang Xun looked at the phone and didn't reply for a long time.

Duan Qingchu was also confused. He didn't know what else to say. He wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he couldn't ask anything. What's the point of asking.

Duan Qingchu didn't know how he felt now.

After a long time, he asked: [Where are you now? can we meet? 】

Jiang Xun: [Well, let me come and find you. 】

When Duan Qingchu saw this sentence, she knew that she was definitely not alone now.

His heart seemed to be held tightly by a hand, squeezed into a twisted shape, suppressed to the extreme.

He said: [I am waiting for you at home. 】

Jiang Xun: [Good. 】

Duan Qingchu put down the phone, he lay back as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were empty, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while, he walked into the studio blankly, sat in front of the drawing board, picked up the pen, and drew on the paper as if out of control.

Eyes, nose, mouth... He can directly draw Jiang Xun's face with the impression in his mind.

I don't know when it will start, Jiang Xun's appearance has been completely engraved in his heart, and he can think of her when he closes his eyes.

He drew the outline of the entire face within a few minutes. When he saw the familiar face, his eyes turned red. He threw away the pen in his hand, tore the paper in half, and threw it on the ground.

He calmed down for a while, then picked up the paper, put it together, and put it in the picture album. He smiled bitterly, and his heart was sad.

Duan Qingchu was in a daze looking at the paintings of the whole room in the studio. After half an hour, he heard the door bell.

Jiang Xun waited outside the door for a few minutes before Duan Qingchu came to open the door.

His face was ugly, and his eyes were very complicated after seeing Jiang Xun. He found that he would still be moved by her, and when he saw her dry heart suddenly came alive again.

The pain just now seemed to be relieved.

Duan Qingchu suddenly hugged Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun was stunned and didn't push him away.

She whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, you didn't feel sorry for me."

Duan Qingchu hugged her tightly, as if to embed her in her body, she could feel Duan Qingchu's luck flowing on her.

Jiang Xun was a little shocked. At this time, Duan Qingchu still liked her.

She was held by him, and he didn't know how long it took before he released her.

"You come in first." Duan Qingchu said.

Jiang Xun nodded.

The two sat down face to face on the sofa.

Jiang Xun said, "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I don't know how to say it."

"If you don't know how to say it, you don't need to say it." Duan Qingchu looked at her, "As long as it's your own decision, you don't have to feel sorry or explain anything."

"Aren't you angry?"

Duan Qingchu did not answer, but looked at Jiang Xun bitterly.

Jiang Xun suddenly understood. It was not that he was not angry or sad, but because he liked her, he supported all her decisions. As he said, he was willing to guard her, not just possess her.

It was the first time Jiang Xun met someone like Duan Qingchu. The men she met before wanted to monopolize her and take her as his own.

And she herself is like that, when she meets the man she likes, she will try her best to get it, so she doesn't quite understand Duan Qingchu's feelings for her.

Jiang Xun stood up, hugged Duan Qingchu, buried his head on Duan Qingchu's neck, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Duan Qingchu froze, slowly stretched out his hand to hug her.

"The last time I met you as I like you, I will only be friends in the future." Duan Qingchu said with difficulty.

"Yeah." Jiang Xun replied dullly.

"I will always wait for you, but..."

Jiang Xun raised his head and kissed Duan Qingchu, his voice stopped abruptly, and Jiang Xun's warm lips made him forget to think for a moment.

He kissed her back without hesitation, tenderly and cautiously.

If he could, he really wanted to take his whole heart out to her.

Maybe this is just a compensatory kiss.

But this is enough.

He thought to himself, maybe there was a small corner in her heart that was left for him, maybe it had nothing to do with love, but he had left traces in her heart.

Duan Qingchu thought so, and his heart received great comfort at this moment.

He was suddenly very grateful that Jiang Xun gave him the kiss, which was enough to heal his pain and let him heal.

...

The next day, Ling Chen entered the hospital because of the cold. Jiang Xun was the first to know.

He didn't know what he was smoking, so he changed his mobile phone number and sent a message to her that he was sick and asked Jiang Xun to take care of him.

Jiang found a question mark.

Ling Chen said: "Aren't you my stepmother? I'm sick and you come to take care of me. 】

Jiang Xun asked: [Which hospital are you in? 】

Ling Chen thought she was really coming, and quickly sent her the name of the hospital and the ward number.

Jiang Xun thought for a while, smiled and sent a message to Jiang Ya, telling her that Ling Chen was sick.

Ling Chen waited in the ward for half an hour. When the door was pushed open, he deliberately turned over and turned his back to the door, but who knew he heard Jiang Ya's voice.

"Brother Ling Chen! How are you?"

Ling Chen was dumbfounded and sat up abruptly. When he saw that the person was really Jiang Ya, his face turned black and he almost said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"I..." Jiang Ya was taken aback by what he looked like, "It was my sister who said you were sick, so I came to see you, and I brought you something to eat."

"No need, you can go." Ling Chen said coldly.

"No, you are sick and need someone to take care of it." Jiang Ya shook his head. Although he was a little scared seeing him like this, he couldn't help but approach him.

"I'll let you go, can you understand?" Ling Chen roared.

Jiang Ya was frightened and shook. Everything in her hand fell. She stared at Ling Chen in a daze, and suddenly cried.

Seeing Jiang Ya's tears, Ling Chen didn't react at all.

Jiang Ya ran away crying, Ling Chen lied on the bed arrogantly, and angrily pulled the infusion needle on the back of his hand.

Blood spurted out of his veins, and he frowned in pain, then picked up the phone and called Jiang Xun.

The newly bought number was not blocked by Jiang Xun, the phone went through, and it rang for a few times before being answered.

"what's happenin?"

"Why did you let Jiang Ya come?"

"I didn't let her come, I just told her that you were sick." Jiang Xun was picking jewelry in the jewelry store, and pointed to the necklace she was fancy, and asked the cabinet sister to take it out and try it on for herself.

"Why didn't you come?" Ling Chen's tone was not polite. He felt that Jiang Xun and Ling Kong Leng were sorry for him, and he should be angry.

"Why should I come?" Jiang Xun said lightly.

"I am sick."

Jiang Xun paused, "Are you trying to say, you are sick so you want to find your mother?"

The lady at the counter looked at her in surprise, Jiang Xun's age is really not like someone who already has children.

Jiang Xun saw her eyes and explained with a smile: "It's my stepson, not my own."

Of course Ling Chen heard it. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was even more certain, "You are still mad at me? That's why you are doing this to me? You believe me, I love you, I am wrong, and I will be fine. To make up for you, please separate from my dad, okay?"

Jiang Xun did not speak.

Ling Chen gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Please."

Suddenly a beep sounded on the phone and was hung up.

The author has something to say: A few seconds later, Ling Chen received a text message from Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun: I just recorded it and sent it to your dad.

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Jiang Xun: Husband, your good son asked me to separate from you

Ling Kong Leng: What do you say?

Jiang Xun: I said, how can a son persuade parents to divorce.