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Shen Mengyao found Gu Han in his bedroom, his stubbled face illuminated by the dim light filtering through the closed curtains. The room was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol.
Frowning, Shen Mengyao approached and attempted to pull back the curtains, but her foot struck an empty bottle. It rolled away, clattering loudly and filling the air with a cacophony of noise.
As she drew back the curtains, Shen Mengyao settled beside the drunken Gu Han, holding her breath against the pungent odor. With a gentle tone, she said to him, "Han, you must not have eaten properly. I'll make you a cup of lemon water and cook some noodles."
With that, she stood up, while Gu Han remained slumped against the wall, silent.
Gu Han didn’t care much at first, but then Shen Mengyao’s phone suddenly buzzed.
Instinctively, he picked it up but failed to unlock it, realizing it wasn’t his phone.
He was about to set it down when he inadvertently caught sight of a message on the screen.
"Miss Shen, I heard that Ms. Lin Weiwei has passed away. You promised me a fake test report for 1 million; when will the remaining 200,000 be transferred?"
Gu Han's eyes reddened in an instant as he tightened his grip on the phone, staring at Shen Mengyao, who was approaching with a glass of water.
His hand instinctively tightened around her throat as he coldly demanded, "Did you set me up?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Mengyao noticed her phone in Gu Han's hand and began to understand what was happening.
She let out a cold snort, "The car accident was also arranged by me. Surprised, aren't you? Hahaha, Gu Han, she can only be my substitute. Substitute, do you understand?"
Gu Han tightened his grip.
In the suffocating near-death experience, Shen Mengyao actually began to laugh foolishly, "Who told you... to look at her with such pity as she blocked the knife..."
Seeing Shen Mengyao's expression, Gu Han suddenly didn't want to strangle her anymore.
*
Shen Mengyao stumbled down the street when a business car suddenly appeared and took her away.
Then Shen Mengyao went mad and was thrown into a mental hospital by Gu Han.
Gu Han had people searching the world for my whereabouts, and he actually found my trace. He immediately excitedly drove to the airport, preparing to go abroad to investigate the truth.
The day Cheng Mu's death news came, I was drinking fruit and vegetable juice over the Pacific Ocean.
I stroked the scar on my lower abdomen from the stitches, while clouds swept past the peaks of the Alps outside the window.
On the operating table two months ago, Cheng Mu held my hand and said, "You can only choose one: cancer cells or the embryo."
Gu Han began to appear frequently in financial headlines.
He frantically targeted Cheng Mu's medical project, unaware that the so-called core data had long been replaced with AI-generated fake reports.
Until one night, Cheng Mu suddenly burst into the sanatorium, exclaiming, "He had an accident."
In the surveillance footage, the moment the Maybach crashed into the guardrail, Gu Han's phone froze on the flight booking page.
*
On the day of the funeral, a light rain fell as I stood beneath a sycamore tree outside the cemetery.
Cheng Mu opened an umbrella, revealing a faint pink mark on my wrist. "Actually, the blood bag plan could be more gentle."
"When he believed Shen Mengyao's forged cheating photos," I gazed at mother Gu, who was fainting in front of the tombstone, "he should have known that some trust, once shattered, cannot be restored."
The wind swept up unburned joss paper, and a piece of debris floated to my feet. It was a torn copy of a pregnancy test report, with the date repeatedly circled in pen, the blurred ink resembling dried blood.
"It's time for a change of medication." Cheng Mu gently turned my shoulder.
A half-eaten chocolate bar peeked out from his lab coat pocket—back in high school, when I fainted from low blood sugar, young Cheng Mu had exchanged his saved lunch money for candy and secretly slipped it into my desk.
The wind from the snow-capped mountains brushed against my newly cropped hair as I pressed the power button and tossed the SIM card into a crevice of the glacier.
In the last frame captured by the drone, two white dots gradually faded away.
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