C4 What am I?

It was a finished product of white jade — a gyrfalcon. Its feathers were carved in an exquisite manner, and its eyes made of obsidian flashed with rainbow light.

He immediately put down the collection his brother had given him, and held the gyrfalcon in his hands. He praised his sister-in-law's cleverness, and knew that he loved the cruel and valiant gyrfalcon, so he was obviously very pleased with her gift.

When his father looked over, his eyes revealed a smile of appreciation.

Since this gyrfalcon had chosen his youngest son, he had been sincere in his decision to carve for them. When An Ning had married into the Jiang family, she had given the Jiang father and mother two unique sculptures.

Jiang Jia looked at An Ning with a cold expression. She smiled gently.

A well-dressed, well-dressed, cold beauty looked over. Jiang Jia's frosty appearance bore some resemblance to her. When she was young, she was known for her cold personality. She came from a famous family, and her every word and action carried the tone of a noble.

An Ning's family wasn't well-known, and her personality was silent and her demeanor humble. Not to mention that she hadn't added a couple of women to the family line for the past three years. Even if she did wear a jade carving, it wouldn't enter her eyes.

An Ning ignored the slightly disdainful cold light in her mother's eyes. After greeting Jiang Jia Han, she pulled him over to the side and started talking.

Jiang Xiushan, on the other hand, had been greeting some of the cousins the family had invited today. The Jiang family had always only invited the members of their family for their coming of age ceremony. An Ning asked the servant for a glass of fruit wine. As she sat in the sandalwood chair waiting for Jiang to turn cold, a figure appeared before her.

An Ning raised her head. Upon seeing who it was, her pupils constricted.

A graceful, graceful woman in a charming purple dress was waving a glass of champagne at her, smiling as she raised her goblet.

This is... The woman who went to see him yesterday!

The message that she deleted flashed through her mind. An Ning thought she had forgotten about it. However, at this moment, it all appeared clearly in her mind.

Restraining the emotion in her eyes, An Ning shook the sparkling fruit wine in her cup and signaled to her.

The person who came was Ji Mingzhen. When she saw An Ning's nonchalant smile, a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes. She then narrowed her eyes in a mocking manner.

Holding her glass, she turned on her pointy pink heels and walked toward Jiang Jianhan.

"Why are you here?" From the corner of his eyes, he slightly glanced at An Ning, who was sitting on a sandalwood chair in the distance. She was sitting there silently.

"Chill, you asked me that last time." Ji Mingzhen looked at him coquettishly. "Of course I'm here for the coming of age ceremony."

An Ning looked over from a distance. That purple shadow was in perfect harmony with Jiang Mingzhen's cold aura. Jiang Yan's cold face was looking at her as if they were talking. Jiang Wei's mother was watching them from the side.

Jiang Jianxin suddenly moved. Ji Mingzhen looked at his back in shock. The direction she was heading towards was clearly towards An Ning! A dim light flashed in her eyes as she followed the man's footsteps.

When Jiang Han was a few steps away from An Ning, Ji Mingzhen suddenly shouted in pain. He turned around, and Ji Mingzhen's face was deathly pale as she squatted down. He held her right foot, and her eyes were filled with pain.

"What's wrong?" he whispered to her.

"It hurts, it hurts. My ankle is sprained. It hurts." Ji Mingzhen's eyes shone brightly, the droplets of water lingering at the end of her eyes. It was as if they were about to rain at any moment. She pressed her hand to the ground and refused to let the man help her up.

A few familiar faces from the family looked over with a surprised expression. Very few people had seen An Ning and knew that she was the real wife of Jiang Li. But now, someone recognized Jiang Xianhan's girlfriend, Ji Mingzhen, from a few years ago. Had they come back to life?

As more and more gazes fell upon the two men, Jiang Jian's expression darkened and he picked up Ji Mingzhen. Some people noticed that not far away, An Ning had a playful look on her face. They wanted to see if her expression was miserable as she interrogated her on the spot, or if she just ignored everything that was happening.

Jiang Jia also looked at An Ning with a cold expression. His thin lips were moving slightly, as if he was about to say something.

An Ning's sight was the exact same as Ji Ming's. She put her arm around Jiang Xiushan's cold neck. The smile on her face told An Ning that she had to get what she wanted.

An Ning looked away. She felt a dull pain in her heart that was hard to ignore. Her eyes were moist and her expression was slightly astringent.

Seeing An Ning like this, it was unknown why Jiang Xianzi's heart felt like it was being gripped by something. He subconsciously walked towards An Ning, and Ji Mingzhen's hands tightened around her waist as she stopped walking.

With a bitter tone, An Ning said to Jiang Jia Han, "Jiang Jia Han, to you, what am I?"

Then, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the Jiang manor.

Jiang Jia was frozen on the spot, An Ning's bitter question ringing in his ears. He had never thought about what the meaning of this woman was to him.

Just as he was about to continue pondering, Ji Mingzhen's pained cry interrupted his thoughts.

"I'm cold, my feet hurt …"

Jiang Jia Han quickly helped her into a small room outside the living room, then called the doctor to come over.

Ji Mingzhen tenderly looked at the man who stood diagonally in front of her after the call. Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Jia said to her in a cold and gloomy tone, "Mingzhen, three years is enough time to change a lot. We're not going back in time... I don't want you to misunderstand my care for you. "

After saying that, Jiang Jun didn't look at Ji Mingzhen's expression and didn't go out either. He sat on the sofa on the other side, silent.

Ji Mingzhen's pretty face was tainted with a layer of paleness. She lowered her gaze, which was filled with seriousness, as her heart raced.

After exiting the Jiang residence, An Ning's tears finally went out of control in that instant. She didn't barge into the mansion, but rather took a taxi and left. Instead, she stood outside the mansion's main entrance.

The wind blew and the tears slowly turned into tears. After a long time, when the cold didn't catch up, An Ning touched her slightly cold heart, wiped off the tears, and got into a car to let the driver drive slowly through. Finally, she arrived at a square near where An Ning used to live.

It was 5: 20 PM in the afternoon. The sunlight was not as dazzling. Many old people and children would come here. To An Ning, this was the purest and most flawless spot in her heart when she was down.

After a long while, An Ning finally returned to her villa. After crying for a long time, her eyelids felt sour and heavy. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When An Ning woke up, the pillow towel was wet. In the quiet room, her cell phone rang abruptly as she looked at it with empty eyes.

After Jiang Xianxin left the Jiang Mansion, Lu Dining called to remind him of the shareholders' meeting tonight. The moment the meeting started, he suddenly dialed An Ning's number.

"You … "He went back?"

"Why aren't you talking?"

"Jiang Jia," An Ning's voice was hoarse. Suddenly, his heart was thrown into disarray. An Ning's heart was broken as she asked him, "Without love, would you be happy?"