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"I handle things, and you're still not at ease?" The man in the passenger seat, wearing a baseball cap, revealed a pair of shrewd eyes and glanced disdainfully at Old Qin through the rearview mirror. "Where's the money?"
After receiving the envelope from Old Qin in the back seat, he weighed it in his hands a few times. "Remember to come find me for this kind of job in the future!"
He opened the car door, looked around, lowered his cap, and then disappeared into the thickening dusk. Inside the car, Old Qin held the memory card in his hand, his expression complex...
At the alley entrance, Qing Cang's tense facial lines never relaxed for a moment. With cold eyes, he endured immense anger as he watched the woman slumped against the wall in a dimly lit corner, spitting. Was she exiling herself?
"You..."
Struggling to support her body against the wall, Shen Qingyou wiped the filth from her mouth, turned around, and forced a tragic smile at Qing Cang.
Behind her, the dazzling neon lights illuminated her increasingly pale face. Under the flickering lights and through her drunken haze, she couldn't clearly see Qing Cang's features. Blurred, she seemed to see a god-like man staring at her with a smile that tore through like sunset—Yuan Mufang!
A piercing pain spread throughout her body, so deep that calling out his name felt like being crushed by a truck; her insides felt torn apart!
The warm light in her eyes froze in an instant. This damned woman was still thinking about that man?
Anger gradually gathered on Qing Cang's forehead as he silently watched a crystal tear slide down Shen Qingyou's cheek. In the night, it was so clear; loving deeply meant that even a single tear would cause his heart to ache.
Sigh...
The exiled soul let out a helpless sob at midnight. Qing Cang opened his long arms and pulled the soft-as-mud Shen Qingyou into his embrace. A gust of night wind blew by; Qing Cang adjusted his coat and tightly wrapped her in his arms. Her disheveled hair fell casually over his forehead, and in the night, his stern features radiated infinite allure...
The black SUV drove steadily over the city's overpass. Shen Qingyou, who had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, restlessly shifted her body until she found a more comfortable position and fell back into a deep sleep. The crimson flush on her cheeks gradually faded under the influence of alcohol, leaving them pale and devoid of color. In the dim light of the car, a clear handprint appeared on her fair cheek, with faint traces of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"Damn it!"
Qing Cang slammed his hand on the steering wheel, causing Shen Qingyou to let out an uneasy groan. Realizing that his action might have startled her, he gently patted her back a few times to soothe her, and she fell back into her dreams.
The phone in his pocket vibrated repeatedly, but Qing Cang paid no attention, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while the other was firmly held by Shen Qingyou. However, the phone seemed to be competing with her, ringing incessantly. His handsome face grew increasingly dark; this kind of persistence could only come from the family Ancestor.
The patience of this Ancestor, truly worthy of someone who had endured a Long March of twenty-five thousand miles, Qing Cang slowly pulled over to the side of the road. He glanced at Shen Qingyou, who was lost in her dreams, and brushed aside the messy hair on her shoulders. Then he picked up his phone, opened the car door, got out, and answered the call. Before he could speak, a powerful roar came from the other end: “You little brat! Last time you stood up your blind date, and now you’re doing it again? How am I supposed to face your Grandpa Dong? Are you even a man? You act like a coward! If you see someone, see them; if not, don’t waste their time! You’ve embarrassed your grandpa!”
Qing Cang scowled and held the phone away from his ear; this time he had truly angered this Ancestor, who was now cursing!
Against this decisive Ancestor, Qing Cang really had no way to deal with him. Once the emotions on the other end calmed down a bit, Qing Cang brought the phone back to his ear: “Grandpa, my unit has an urgent operation. You know how things are in the military; I can’t just abandon my country for a woman!”
This tactic had never failed him when dealing with this patriotic Commander. “Is that so?”
The tone on the other end was clearly skeptical. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask Commander. I’m really busy today!”
The Commander had always been supportive of him! He still had some confidence in that!
“Forget it, just come pick me up early tomorrow!”
“Where to?”
“Just pick me up when I say so! Why are you asking so many questions? Hang up!”
The sound of beeping came from the other end as Qing Cang looked at his phone with a complex expression. A bitter smile appeared on his lips as he turned back toward the car. When he looked up, he saw that the passenger seat was already empty. His heart sank—where did she go?
The brilliant streetlights shone like dazzling beams of light through the towering buildings of the city, illuminating the dark night and all the sadness of those who were sad.
The night breeze carried a hint of coolness. Shen Qingyou wrapped her arms around her slender shoulders, yet she could not fend off the chill of the night wind. Her clear eyes held a trace of melancholy as she stared blankly at the distant night sky. The city's night felt so desolate, so sorrowful...
Upon seeing Shen Qingyou standing by the railing of the overpass, Qing Cang finally felt his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settle down. He stood a few meters away, quietly watching her, the sadness on his face reminiscent of their first meeting.
"Are you awake?"
The deep voice pierced through the darkness and reached Shen Qingyou's ears. A bitter smile tugged at her lips; she had always been awake, but others were not present to see her true feelings. Unable to guess the answers to the future and unable to hope for any beauty, she could only stumble forward.
We cannot rehearse life, so we must accept everything that happens today with a heavy heart. At the same time, we must be strong and continuously remind ourselves that tomorrow will be better. But who can predict whether tomorrow will truly be better or worse?
Living on, not fearing physical exhaustion but fearing emotional fatigue, and most of all dreading despair—this was how Shen Qingyou felt at this moment. The future seemed so vague to her; she did not know when she would see clear skies again.
She stood there in a daze when suddenly a tremor ran through her body. Her stomach began to spasm violently, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, drop by drop. "Serene!"
Qing Cang rushed forward in a leap and caught the fainted Shen Qingyou in his arms. Her entire body was icy cold, but the sweat on her forehead kept dripping. Her mouth was swollen as if something was blocking it. Panic, fear, and dread surged through every cell in Qing Cang's body as he quickly picked her up and started the car. After a thick plume of white smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, he sped across the overpass like lightning...
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