Chapter 175 How Could There Be Any Feelings?

Out of the clubhouse, the waiters treated me respectfully, completely different from before. As soon as I left, I immediately ran away from Fu Jing's hand.

"Where are you going? I'll see you off." He said.

I waved my hand. "No, I'll take a taxi home."

He took advantage of his height, put his hand on my head, and turned me around to face his car. With a push from behind, I walked towards his car.

"I said no, my body is honest." He opened the door and stuffed me in.

He twisted me into the car, and when I wanted to get out, the door was locked.

I wanted to wait around for Jiang Miao to come out and follow him. I didn't want to leave so soon, but Fu Jing...

He would never consider other people's thoughts, only knowing that he could do whatever he wanted.

He drove so fast that I didn't even bother to look at him. Once, I liked him so much that he was crazy. Now, my heart is really quieter.

He took me to the neighborhood we used to live in, and there was a house he bought for me. He said it was called home.

"Not coming down?"

I waved my hand. "I can't go down."

"All of you are here. Come down and take a look. The house here is about to be demolished. Take away whatever you need." He looked up at our house.

Do you have anything to take? Indeed.

I got out of the car and went up with him. This place was the same as before. There wasn't even any dust. It seemed that after we left, he still had to find someone to clean up this place.

I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a while before I found the place where I put my important things. It was the watch he gave me.

"Do you care so much about this watch?" He raised his arms and trapped me between his chest and the cabinet.

I chuckled. "I can't save this watch for a year. Do you think I don't care?"

He said darkly, "You only care about the price?"

"Is there anything else that I care about besides this?" I glanced at him faintly and put the watch in my pocket. "Where's my little white dog after you put me under house arrest? What did you do with it later?"

"I left it to the nanny to take home."

It seemed that I had no fate with the dog. I could only keep anything for a few days. I sighed and walked out. I was afraid that if I didn't walk again, all the memories of the past would come out. I couldn't bear this kind of nostalgia. I was afraid that I would have anything to do with Fu Jing again, so I walked very fast and rushed to the elevator door to wait for the elevator.

Fu Jing closed the door and stood by my side without a word. It was only when I went downstairs that my mood calmed down a little. If I didn't think about it, my heart wouldn't stir again.

"I'll take a taxi outside the neighborhood."

This time, he didn't stop me, but let me go. As soon as he reached the entrance of the community, someone called, "Miss Chen, Miss Chen..."

I also looked at the man who called me, but I couldn't remember him. "You are..."

"You forgot about me so quickly. The house you and Mr. Fu have here is cleaned by me every three days on a regular basis, and your little dog."

I suddenly remembered, smiled and said, "It's rare that you still remember me."

"Of course I remember. Mr. Fu's job is the easiest I've ever done. As long as I clean up and take care of the dog, I get paid. It's even rarer than pie falling from the sky. By the way, Miss Chen, are you coming back to live? That dog has grown so tall. Who knew it would grow so big." She measured the height and length of the dog. It was really big.

Come back to live? I'm afraid it's impossible for a lifetime.

"If I don't come back, Mr. Fu won't come back either." I muttered to myself and lowered my eyes, not wanting anyone to see my emotions.

She said, "How is that possible? Mr. Fu often comes back, sometimes he drinks. The next day when I come to clean up, there are bottles and jars all over the floor. Sometimes I see him sleeping on the ground with your picture in his arms. After waking him up, he will yell at me."

Was the Fu Jing she was describing really the Fu Jing I knew? I felt a little weird, but also a little familiar.

That Fu Jing also appeared before, giving me a lot of security, a lot of thoughtfulness, so I threw myself at him without any regret, no hesitation, and the result was that I was injured, and I still can't recover.

"Miss Chen? Miss Chen, what's wrong with you?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. I have something else to do. Let's go."

Sitting in a taxi, I kept thinking about what the nanny had just said. Why did Fu Jing want to go back to where he belonged to us? Why was he so drunk? Why was he holding my picture? He loved me? How could it be...

After so many things, I don't believe he loves me anymore. I just feel like he's been using me from the beginning to the end, taking advantage of me endlessly, and I hate him.

Every time I think about the image of him forcing me, I hate him because he never, ever respected me.

When I got back to the The jiang family, I went upstairs to rest. As usual, I took care of and played with tingsheng for a while and then went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I just fell asleep when I heard a noise coming from below, and then someone knocked on my door.

"Miss Chen, madam wants you to come down."

I responded, put on a coat and went down.

Jiang Miao lay drunk on the sofa with his eyes half-open. Nanny Jiangmiao looked at Jiang Miao and me with his arms around his shoulders.

"Let me ask you, what happened to Miaomiao's injuries?" Nanny Jiangmiao asked sharply.

I looked at jiang miao, but he still looked at me in a daze. I took a deep breath and said, "I hurt it by accident."

"Careless? I think you're a murderer!" She stood up and gave me a slap on the head. "I'll give you food and shelter. I'm not that thin with you, am I? Miaomiao is even more infatuated with you. You hurt him with a knife? What is your peace of mind!"

I stood up again, unable to refute at all.

"If my family hadn't seen the bloody shirt, I wouldn't have known about miao miao's injury. You hurt my precious son, and I couldn't tolerate you. You, get out of here, get out of here!" Nanny Jiangmiao pointed at the door.

"Okay." I nodded my head, and a few tears fell. I didn't realize it. "I can go, but I want to go with the roar."

Nanny Jiangmiao snorted. "You wish! Now who doesn't know Tingsheng's surname is jiang, he's Miaomiao's son, my grandson, and as for what you are, who cares?!"

My eyes suddenly became fierce. "I won't let you take my son, absolutely not!"