I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 332

Jiang Chacha, who started school, still had to find time to work part-time at his house.

Bian Jichen had a fever for two days, but he still didn't recover.

She, a woman who can be regarded as the "culprit", inevitably felt a little bit uneasy, so she became more courteous to him.

She would use the old housekeeper's advice to ask Aunt Zhang to cook more delicious food, and then send it to Bian Jichen.

She stood outside the door and knocked again.

"Enter."

Entering his living room, Jiang Chacha took a few steps, and found him sitting on the sofa in the living room when he turned a corner. The dark blue pajamas reminded people of the night that had just darkened in the evening, as well as the silent deep sea. Like his temper.

He was holding an ipad in his hand and turned it on. At this time, he was watching a foreign film, which was in obscure English. She got a headache when she heard it. She really didn't know how he could watch it.

As soon as he saw her come in, he moved his finger and clicked pause.

The sound he put out was not loud, and Xiao 8 was sleeping at his feet at this time, curled up in a ball, which looked like a big ball of cotton candy from a distance.

I miss Rua so much.

Jiang Chacha tried her best to hold back.

She put the warm porridge in her hand on the table, "Master, this is the mixed vegetable porridge that Aunt Zhang made for you. You have a bad appetite, you can eat more."

Bian Jichen's eyelids drooped, and he seemed even colder after being ill.

"Well, just let it go."

He was not very interested.

After speaking, he pressed the ipad screen again to continue watching the movie.

He could sense that the maid in the room hadn't left, and didn't say anything.

Jiang Chacha was worried about his health, and just opened her mouth to try to persuade him like a nanny that he should rest more when he was sick and go to bed, but seeing Bian Jichen looked tired, she knew that she had crossed the line when she said it. A maid, so I had to keep my mouth shut.

But she didn't leave, she pretended to clean up his room, but she actually wanted to stay with him for a while to observe his physical condition.

But his room was so clean, every piece of furniture seemed to have just left the factory, and the room was brand new like a new house.

In the end, she had no choice but to squat in the corner bored, with her hands propped on her cheeks, secretly looking at him.

She always felt that Bian Jichen had become a lot more taciturn these days.

Maybe it's because of illness?

In the past, his coldness was like a protective shell outside his body.But now, he didn't seem to have any fluctuations in his heart, just immersed in certain things to pass the time, this time he revealed from the inside out that he didn't want to contact others.

This made Jiang Chacha afraid to talk to him.

She frowned, put her hands on her knees, and wanted to see if there was anything she could do in this room, otherwise hiding in the corner seemed to be doing nothing, and her purpose was too strong.

Only then did she discover that there was also a small study in his living room, but it was smaller and more private than the study downstairs.

If the study outside is used for studying, cultivating concentration and temper, then this study is like the private space of the owner.

There are many shadows of the master left in the study, if you have the heart, you may be able to peek into his heart.

Jiang Chacha walked gently into this study room where only "paper" and "wood" were left. She felt that no matter how heavy her steps were, she would be disrespectful to this study room.

The ebony bookshelves are filled with thick books, the windows are opened a little, and the pale golden sunlight shines in through the curtains.

The room smelled of ink and agarwood.

Walking in here, it feels like time is walking the strings.

Jiang Chacha couldn't hold back, and suddenly forgot that she had come to her destination. Although the space here was small, she felt a solemn feeling.

That's right, why did she forget that Bian Jichen loved reading since he was a child.

In the first ten years of his life, didn't he spend every day reading obscure texts to survive the difficult days?
His desk is by the window.

Jiang Chacha was originally attracted by the bright window.

When I got closer, I found that the flowers in the vase on the table looked familiar.

It turned out to be a chrysanthemum planted in the back garden of the school.

A very summer flower.

There are small drops of water on the pure white petals, which shone in the light, as if they were just inserted in the morning.

Jiang Chacha turned around and looked at the study carefully.

She always feels... This study is more like a heart.

Walking in, it was like getting close to the heart of the seriously ill but indifferent man outside the house.

She walked along a row of bookshelves like this, and put her hand on it, stroking the texture of the books underneath.

Suddenly, her fingers touched something with a very different feel.

The sun poured down like a golden filter in the study room, and the fringe hair of the girl in the maid outfit seemed to be shining. Her skirt swayed and stopped in front of the ebony bookshelf.

what is this?
The touch is very different from other books.

Tucked away from the rest of the books, stuck in the far corner, it was as large as a file, bound in a matte jet black, and bound with binders.

Looks... like a photo album?
Jiang Chacha turned to the first page.

The writing on it was in English, and she could recognize Bian Jichen's handwriting, so it was not written by Bian Jichen, but more like a woman's pen.

In the center of the yellowed paper, Ryan fell.

Bian Jichen's English name.

For some reason, Jiang Chacha felt a strong sense of fate when she picked up this obviously aged photo album.

Ginger tea makes breathing worse.

Sunlight fell on the black book cover.

She didn't know what mood she was holding, and turned to the first page.

She thought that the first photo was a photo of him when he was born, or a baby photo of him with his big eyes open to see the world ignorantly after he was born.

She thought she could see a photo of his biological mother holding him in her arms.

nothing.

He has no past, no innocent infancy.

The first photo in the album is a group photo of five-year-old Bian Jichen and Mrs. Feizi at Buckingham Palace. The background is a scene of the luxurious dinner held by the royal family.

Beside him stood an elegant noblewoman.

Just like the photos Jiang Chacha saw on the Internet of European royal princesses and concubines, the dress is gorgeous and decent, and the smiling face is noble and dignified.

But only Jiang Chacha knew how harsh this woman who wanted to be strong all her life was to Bian Jichen.

He was wearing a suit made by a top tailor, with a small red bow tie at the neck.His face still had a bit of baby fat. The five-year-old him seemed no different from the Bian Jichen she saw at this moment, just as cold and calm.

Jiang Chacha took a deep breath and continued reading.

They are all pictures of him in England when he was young.

There are photos of him appearing under the Tower Bridge and Big Ben by the River Thames. In the picture, the boy has a small cold face. His facial features are exquisite, like a porcelain doll. He presents the romantic and solemn British with a young oriental face. Among the customs.

Jiang Chacha felt a little drowning-like suffocation in his heart.

She suddenly felt sorry for the little boy in the photo.

She looked at pictures of boys from five years old, all the way up to ten years old.

Looking at his youthful child's appearance with sharp edges and corners, his innocence was obliterated, and his eyes were dignified and calm after experiencing suffering and wind and frost.

She had forgotten, she had forgotten that he grew up in England, and he had never mentioned this past event, maybe for him, this was really a gray memory covered in dust.

Only then did she realize that before the age of ten, he had never set foot on the land of his motherland.I don't know if Bian Jichen, who was ten years old at the time, had just returned to this strange motherland, would he feel lonely and uneasy, and would he be unaccustomed to the ancient oriental civilization that he had delayed for ten years to touch.

She never thought about whether Bian Jichen would miss the western land that had raised him for ten years.

Will he miss the city of Wudu?Will you miss the land that is always rainy, cold and wet?

It seemed that no one had ever asked Bian Jichen.

This is obviously a heavy photo album, thick enough to record all the most memorable moments in a person's life.

However, after turning a few pages, everything after that is blank.

His photos only record the ten-year-old little Bian Jichen.

In the future, there will be no more photos.

Jiang Chacha's hand holding the photo album tightened suddenly.

Not reconciled, she continued to turn backwards.

Blank, blank, still blank.

It's as if the rest of his life isn't worth remembering.

No one cares about the boy in the future.

Jiang Chacha's eyes were dry, but she blinked and continued to scroll down.

Suddenly, something in the album suddenly fell down, and the sharp edges and corners of the paper scratched her calf, leaving a slight tingling sensation of being exposed to the sun.

She picked it up.

It was a slightly yellowed envelope.

It looks old, but not too old, maybe a few years ago.

The envelope is written in strict English, and there is also the British Royal Postmark on it.

A letter from the British royal family to Bian Jichen?
Maybe it was to get close to his heart, Jiang Chacha felt so nervous that her heart was about to jump out.

Holding the photo album in her arms, she gently opened the letter with both hands.

Jiang Chacha used her high school English and could barely understand it.

The first pile of the letter represented the condolences of the British royal family to Bian Jichen, who was far away in the ancient country in the East.

But then, the words were respectful but with earnestness, and asked him anxiously when he could return to England to deal with matters related to property and title succession.

It was a letter sent to Bian Jichen by the royal lawyer who was in charge of Mrs. Fei Zi's inheritance three years ago.

It's time for Jiang Chacha to continue reading.

The sun was gradually setting, and the sunlight that had just shone on this part of the bookshelf moved to another place. There were pale golden dust floating in the air, and the light in her corner suddenly dimmed.

But at this time, a figure approached her behind her, wrapped in the smell of frost and snow in winter, and in an instant, the surroundings went dark.

Bian Jichen's hand stretched out from behind her. When he approached like this, from the visual point of view, his body seemed to be closely attached to her. In this hidden corner of the study, his wristband passed her. waist.

(End of this chapter)