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The car drove on, reaching the edge of the city. Shen Qingyou rolled down the window and looked up; the distant Birch Forest along the roadside appeared desolate and lonely in the vast night.
After turning a corner, the lush trees suddenly parted, revealing a stately and elegant villa that appeared somewhat abrupt before Shen Qingyou. When the butler of the Qing Family opened the tall iron gate, Shen Qingyou realized that Qing Cang had brought her back to his home. Looking at the grand villa, a deep sense of inferiority suddenly washed over her, as if she were an intruder in a world that did not belong to her.
"What are you dawdling for? Get out!"
Qing Cang got out from the driver's seat and opened the passenger door, pulling her arm. However, he noticed that she was icy cold all over, her pale face seemingly stubbornly suppressing her anger. She bit her lips tightly, her cold gaze sweeping past Qing Cang's face. "What did you bring me here for?"
"To meet my family!"
In the night, Qing Cang's amber eyes were filled with determination. He was a soldier, possessing the unique decisiveness of military men. He wanted to prove to Shen Qingyou that his feelings were genuine; they were not just a fleeting whim or momentary novelty. He liked her from the very first moment he saw her; every smile and frown of hers had already been etched in his heart.
"Qing Shao, I think you've got the wrong person!"
Shen Qingyou got out of the car with a cold expression. The chilly wind blew past her, but it couldn't compare to the coldness on her face. She had suffered greatly—her husband’s infidelity, her father's illness, miscarriage, abuse... But none of this meant she needed anyone's sympathy; she didn't need pity, especially not emotional compassion.
"Shen Qingyou, stop right there!"
Qing Cang's face darkened as he grabbed Shen Qingyou, who was trying to walk away. Her indifferent expression severely provoked his nerves. His feelings for her were not sympathy or pity; they were genuine affection—a deep shock from his soul. Why couldn't this foolish woman believe him?
"Qing Shao, I am not one of your subordinates. Your commands mean nothing to me!"
The harsh reality was a game of conflicting choices, but now Shen Qingyou no longer had the courage to gamble and accept defeat. Those who couldn't afford to lose should simply refrain from betting!
The night wind grew stronger, tangling with someone's troubled thoughts. Qing Cang punched the car door with force, causing the large Jeep to tremble slightly. This stubborn woman!
Though angry, Qing Cang still chased after her and grabbed Shen Qingyou's arm. "Shen Qingyou, listen to me..."
When had the proud Qing Shao ever been so flustered?
He knew he was a bit too impatient, and he realized that his actions tonight were a bit hasty. However, wasn't all of this stemming from his own restless heart? Her feigned strength, her tears, constantly struck at his heart. He just wanted to hold this wounded woman in his arms and protect her well, to guard a piece of heaven for her. But why did she insist on keeping him at arm's length?
“Qing Shao!” Shen Qingyou coldly pulled her hand away from Qing Shao and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. The stars twinkled, and the crescent moon hung low. The tears that threatened to spill were forcefully swallowed back down. How long ago was it that on such a beautiful moonlit night, a young man held her hand, gazing into her eyes with an incredibly clear gaze, whispering in her ear, “Youyou, I will make you happy for a lifetime!” But what about now? The once beautiful memories lay in ruins, even leading to physical confrontations. This is love—ironic love!
“Qing Shao, do you think I am suited for this?”
Her index finger lightly traced the elegant and solemn mansion; the longer she stayed in this moment, the heavier her breathing became.
Time quietly stood still, the tension floating between the two gradually froze into ice. A cold breeze swept through the night, brushing past Shen Qingyou's cheek and skin. When the heart darkens, even under a clear sky, it remains shrouded in darkness!
Whoever said that the farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds—one swims in the sea while the other soars in the sky...
To those who love, there is no worry or fear.
“I am suitable; I am suitable!”
With an overbearing tone that left no room for doubt, Qing Cang pointed to the brightly lit villa in the darkness: “You will be its owner from now on! This is my sincerity!”
His powerful voice echoed through the night. A cold smile blossomed on Shen Qingyou's lips. The owner of this place? A fleeting dream amidst blooming flowers at sea—just as birds cannot cross vast oceans, how could she possibly bridge the gap between them and the sea?
Turning around, Shen Qingyou suddenly found herself unable to meet his gaze. That blend of firmness and gentleness in his eyes seemed ready to swallow her whole, to melt her away. In that moment, she truly believed that this man before her genuinely liked her; love might just be a superstition born of timing and circumstances. But as she looked up, that imposing high-rise silently reminded her that this moment was merely a fleeting dream!
“Who will be the owner here in the future?”
As the black luxury car slowly came to a stop, Li Jiuyue stepped out with graceful strides from the back seat. A faint smile graced her exquisite features as she looked at the unfamiliar woman before her. After pausing for a few seconds, she cast a reproachful glance at Qing Cang: “Cang'er, aren’t you going to introduce me to your mother?”
Mother? Shen Qingyou stared in astonishment at this elegant woman before her. If it weren't for her introduction, she would have thought she was Qing Cang's sister—her refined demeanor and graceful actions made Shen Qingyou feel like an ugly duckling as she glanced down at her sports shoes.
"Chairwoman!"
With a light and graceful voice, another young and beautiful woman stepped out of the car, holding Li Jiuyue's briefcase. Under the hazy moonlight, she shyly glanced at Qing Cang, then walked to Li Jiuyue's side and respectfully handed her the briefcase, saying, "Chairwoman, if there are no other instructions, I will head back now!"
"Xiujuan, it's too late today; you should stay here. Qin Bo, arrange a guest room for her; let her go in first!"
As she passed by Shen Qingyou, she clearly noticed the hostility emanating from the beautiful eyes of the woman in red. A faint smile appeared on her face as she ignored it. However, this attitude only fueled Lin Xiujuan's anger even more. Yet on the surface, she maintained a humble and courteous demeanor. Under Qin Bo's guidance, her charming figure disappeared into the dim lights.
"Auntie, hello, I am Qing Shao's friend, Shen Qingyou!" Her tone was plain but carried a hint of detachment; wealthy people do not appreciate poor individuals trying to get close to them!
"Shen Qingyou?"
Li Jiuyue repeated Shen Qingyou's name. Under the orange streetlight, her scrutinizing gaze assessed her thoroughly. "When does Sister Shen plan to become the mistress of this place?"
The direct question was typical of Li Jiuyue's style in business, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense...
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