365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife’s A Little Wild
Chapter 1072 - Chapter 1072 Chapter 1072 Theres No Such Thing as a Free

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: There’s No Such Thing as a Free Lunch Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: There’s No Such Thing as a Free Lunch “Yaya’s background has always been the reason the Jiang Family despises her, will it really change just because she’s a police officer?” Qin Youxuan couldn’t get her phone back, anxiously clutching her clothes, biting her lip.

“If Jiang Jinchen wasn’t completely sure, he wouldn’t have notified Jiang Haoyan to come to America. Just watch and wait.” Dan Hanjie pulled her into his arms, his large hand kneading her little head.

There weren’t many people who could make Qin Youxuan worry, but Ning Yanan just happened to be one of them.

Besides being understanding, he had no other choice.

…

The narrow studio apartment was not even comparable to a bathroom in the Jiang family’s house.

Jiang Jinchen sat in the living room, on the table was a meal he had cooked himself, each dish radiating the warmth of home.

He double-checked everything, making sure nothing was missed, before going back into the kitchen to brew two cups of tea with boiling water, steam curling upwards, waiting for his guest’s arrival.

After doing all this, his slender, peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as he sat down on the small sofa in the living room.

This was the safe house he had previously shared with Ning Yanan, now only he remained.

After Ning Yanan was discharged from the hospital, she threw herself back into work.

The consequence of his resistance was that he was abandoned again.

Ning Yanan disappeared overnight and there was no news.

He wasn’t unaware that she was now with Mo Xiyan; he wanted to see her, but obviously understood her obsession.

“Mr. Jinchen, the chief’s car has arrived.”

The guard outside hurried in to report, Jiang Jinchen’s gaze flickered slightly, gesturing for him to leave.

He stood up from his chair, standing upright, his gaze fixed towards the door.

“Dad.”

“You still have the nerve to call me ‘Dad’? I’ve long since wished I hadn’t had a son like you!” Jiang Haoyan strode into the small apartment, rebuking in a deep voice.

Just as he was about to get angry, his eyes caught sight of the dishes on the table, and his pupils abruptly tightened.

The next second, his eyes became slightly moist.

“I remember when Mom was still with us, her favorite dishes to cook were these, so I tried to make them today. Dad, you rushed over here, have you not had dinner yet? Try and see if what I’ve made tastes as good as Mom’s.”

Jiang Jinchen laid out the bowls and chopsticks and poured a glass of white wine for Jiang Haoyan.

“I still remember when Mom used to cook these dishes. I was small and couldn’t understand why she insisted on cooking herself when we had servants. Mom told me that no amount of power or money can replace the warmth of home. She insisted on doing it herself in order to give Dad a warm home, so that no matter when you returned from the army, you could always have a hot meal.”

“…”

Jiang Haoyan’s body trembled slightly; his deceased wife was the deepest scar in his heart; after so many years, he was no longer accustomed to showing his emotions or feeling sentimental.

His sharp eyes deeply gazed at Jiang Jinchen, not moving.

Just one meal was not enough to write off all he had done; no deal was that easy.

“Yaya is pregnant.”

Jiang Jinchen suddenly dropped this news, his gaze locking with Jiang Haoyan’s.

“What did you say?” Jiang Haoyan’s eyes flickered slightly, and even though he was good at hiding his emotions, the brief flash of light in his eyes was caught by Jiang Jinchen.

“But the child is gone already, not even two months old. As soon as I learned of its existence, it was lost to Dan Rong’s doing.”

Jiang Jinchen’s eyes turned frosty, exuding a chilling charm.

Shimmering with intent.

“This time I had someone notify you because I want to ask for Dad’s help one last time–I want Dan Rong to pay with blood for this blood debt!”