Chapter 40: Living Like Wild Grass

After Jiang Yue finished speaking, Jiang Jianbo’s expression changed instantly, but because Cheng Jun was present, he didn’t show it.

Instead, Dai Rong, after a brief moment of surprise, nodded and said, "Alright, since Chu Jianghe is dead now, it’s only natural for you to be with Cheng Jun."

Afterwards, he didn’t forget to add, “You two should hurry up and arrange the wedding. Make it grand, and be sure to invite all the prominent people in Qingcheng to the celebration.”

A grand wedding—how different from when I married Jiang Yue. We didn’t even have a proper ceremony. After registering our marriage, we simply had a modest meal together, and that very afternoon, she returned to work. I thought she was just busy, so I didn’t think much of it.

That evening, I prepared a big feast, waiting for her to come home and eat.

But she came back very late that night, drunk and stumbling, and vomited all over the place as soon as she walked in.

As for a wedding night, or any romantic moment, those were things I never even dreamed of.

How could I not envy Cheng Jun? How could I find peace in my heart?

But it’s no use. Now, I no longer have any expectations. Perhaps after some time, they’ll completely forget I ever existed.

I once heard that true death comes only when everyone stops mentioning you, when you are completely forgotten.

For me, that would be easy.

I have no parents, no relatives or friends—living like wild grass by myself.

Apart from Liu Qing, who might remember me, no one else probably will.

Jiang Jianbo said nothing, his expression serious but seemingly indifferent to the matter.

So Dai Rong took charge, immediately approving Jiang Yue and Cheng Jun’s marriage and urging them to proceed quickly.

At this family banquet, some were content, some happy, some indifferent, some angry...

Amidst all these emotions, the dinner finally ended.

Jiang Yue and Cheng Jun left the Jiang residence together. They refused the driver’s offer to take them home since they had been drinking.

So they walked side by side through the villa district, truly looking like a couple made in heaven.

The man tall and handsome, the woman graceful and elegant.

What a perfect match!

Unlike me—in the past, when Jiang Yue walked with me, she always kept as much distance as possible, as if ashamed to be seen with me.

Actually, a few years ago, I wasn’t bad-looking. My features were good, standing at one meter seventy-five, just right. Before I got sick, my weight was normal.

Back then, I loved life, had confidence in the future, had faith.

I was once a bright and cheerful young man.

But these past years, illness and hardships have led to frequent insomnia, severe hair loss, and my weight dropping below a hundred pounds.

Life has never been kind to me.

My parents abandoned me at the orphanage gate at birth, leaving only an ID tag with my name and birthdate.

My life was a nightmare from the start. Without my own efforts, I wouldn’t have made it to twenty-seven.

I’ve gotten my worth—at least I’ve lived twenty-seven years and loved at least once.

“Yueyue, if we get married now, will it affect you? Maybe we should wait a little longer...”

“I mean, after the Chu Jianghe matter is settled,” Cheng Jun suddenly said to Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue barely hesitated before replying, “No need to wait. I’ll find a time to make Chu Jianghe’s situation public.”

“That might not be a good idea,” Cheng Jun halted and spoke with feigned concern, putting himself in her shoes. “Think about it—if the world knows your ex-husband just died and you remarry immediately, it looks improper.”

Jiang Yue fell silent, seemingly acknowledging the reason.

After a brief pause, she said, “You’re right. We can postpone the wedding for a while. Let’s just get the certificate first.”

Cheng Jun smiled broadly, grabbed her hand, and said, “Yueyue, I promise I’ll treat you better than Chu Jianghe ever did. Trust me.”

Tears welled in Jiang Yue’s eyes as she nodded, “I believe you. But don’t mention Chu Jianghe again. You’re you, and he’s him. No matter what he did, I won’t be moved.”

Hearing those words, my heart felt like a barren wasteland ravaged by a storm—desolate and sorrowful.

Pain clung to me like a shadow, tightly entwining me with no escape.

Even if I were dead, I would still feel every inch of my skin burning with bone-deep anguish, every cell silently weeping.

Just as she said, no matter what I did, she would never be moved.

No wonder all these years of effort never thawed that cold stone she’s become.

Jiang Yue and Cheng Jun walked on.

Their figures under the villa district’s streetlights seemed especially harmonious.

Cheng Jun gently pulled Jiang Yue into his arms, and she leaned against his shoulder, savoring this fleeting moment of peace and happiness.

I didn’t want to see them anymore. Although I couldn’t escape, I could at least choose not to watch.

As I turned away, it felt like I was instantly transported somewhere else.

I found myself in Liu Qing’s room, where she was hurriedly packing her luggage, as if eager to leave.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Liu Qing stopped what she was doing, breathing cautiously.

Then, a voice came from outside—it was Jiang Zi: “Liu Qing, do you live here? Are you home?”

Liu Qing recognized it was a woman’s voice and breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Jiang Zi. Can you open the door? I want to talk with you.”

Liu Qing sneered coldly, “You actually found this place? I have nothing to say to you. Go away!”

Jiang Zi spoke politely, “I’m not here to argue. I want to talk about Chu Jianghe.”

“Talking about Chu Jianghe at this hour? Do you think I’m stupid?” Liu Qing was wary.

“Really. I just had a fight with my sister, also about Chu Jianghe.”

After a pause, she continued, “My sister said his death wasn’t simple. She said you filed a report at the police station, so I wanted to talk.”

“Maybe I can help.”

Liu Qing was stunned, then asked, “Are you alone?”

“Yes. I have no other intentions, don’t worry.”

Only then did Liu Qing open the door.