Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

5

A clear male voice came from behind.

Jiang Yuan turned around and saw a young man.

He was wearing washed-out clothes, a pair of black-framed glasses, and had a gentle demeanor.

She found relevant information from the original owner's memory.

The man's name was Yang Wendong, a young reporter at Chaoyang Newspaper. Once by chance, he saved the original owner who fainted on the roadside.

The two met each other. Yang Wendong became one of the few friends of the original owner.

"It's really you, Ayuan, why haven't you been to the bookstore in the past two months?" Yang Wendong started the conversation in a familiar way, and the deliberate intimacy in his words made Jiang Yuan feel uncomfortable.

"Comrade Yang, you should call me by my name in the future. We don't seem to be that familiar." This "Ayuan" was called, and I didn't know if it was a nickname between lovers.

She got goosebumps when she heard this.

Yang Wendong's expression changed, and he said anxiously: "Ayuan, what's wrong with you? Aren't we friends who can talk about anything? What happened to you during this period? Tell me, I can help you share your worries."

Jiang Yuan took two steps back: "I'm married, Comrade Yang, it's better for us to keep some distance."

The man's sticky and scrutinizing eyes made her very uncomfortable. Maybe the purpose of becoming friends is not simple. Or maybe Yang Wendong did it deliberately.

"What? You are married?" Yang Wendong's gentle face was frightened for a moment, and returned to normal the next second.

"Ayuan, did your family force you to do this? I believe you must have your reasons."

Jiang Yuan frowned: "You think too much, I have no reasons. Comrade Yang..."

Sister Ping, who had quickly bought the food, came out and saw the wife talking to a man from a distance. The two seemed to be having an unhappy time.

She ran over quickly, protected the wife behind her, and asked vigilantly: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Yang Wendong immediately regained his honesty: "Ayuan and I are friends, who are you?"

Sister Ping was not very faithful to his words: "Madam, this?"

Jiang Yuan passed by Yang Wendong lightly and explained calmly: "We are ordinary friends I knew before, Sister Ping, let's go back."

Tsk, I would not have gone out today if I had known.

By the way, the original owner's life was quite miserable, and her friends did not treat her sincerely.

Yang Wendong chased after him for a few steps, blushing and asking, "Ayuan, can we still be friends in the future?"

Jiang Yuan was annoyed by his chest, and said bluntly with a cold face, "Yang Wendong, don't you understand what people say? We are not familiar with each other, please call me by my name. Also, do you really regard me as a friend? I don't need to remind you."

Yang Wendong was hit in the heart, his face was pale, "I, I..."

Jiang Yuan was in no mood to listen to his quibbling, and smiled faintly, "Sister Ping, let's go."

On the way back, Sister Ping didn't ask anything, which saved her a lot of explanation. This round trip consumed a lot of energy.

Jiang Yuan slept until dusk during his afternoon nap, and when he woke up, the sky was dim. He was sore and weak from sleeping.