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Just as Shen Qingyou burst out of the door, suddenly, a white van screeched to a halt in front of her. The door swung open quickly, and a woman resembling a reporter rushed towards her, holding a microphone. "Sister Shen, hello! I’m a reporter from Entertainment Pioneer. Can I take a few minutes of your time?"
Before Shen Qingyou could respond, several more cars stopped in front of her, and people surged forward, all aiming their questions at the protagonists of today’s morning report.
"Sister Shen, is that man Qing Da Shao? Is it him?"
"Sister Shen, what do you think about the issue of infidelity in today’s society?"
"Sister Shen, do you think you will face moral criticism from society for this?"
"Sister Shen..."
What were they doing? Surrounded tightly by them, Shen Qingyou felt a wave of intense dizziness. Her phone was ringing incessantly.
"Sister Shen, why aren’t you answering your phone? Is it him calling?"
As she stepped back, they pressed closer, anger burning in Shen Qingyou's eyes. At this moment, her father was fighting for his life in the emergency room, while she was being cornered by these relentless reporters. Their faces morphed into demons intent on devouring her; each microphone seemed like a fang ready to swallow her whole!
There was no way to retreat any further. Shen Qingyou raised her right arm, slightly spread her legs, bent at the waist, and executed a beautiful shoulder throw, sending the aggressive woman at the front crashing to the ground.
Silence...
Stillness...
Stunned...
Dumbfounded...
Aside from the moans of the woman on the ground, the noise around her suddenly quieted down significantly. It wasn't until Shen Qingyou got into a taxi that everyone snapped back to reality and rushed forward again—some tried to block the taxi while others pounded on the windows. It was quite a spectacle...
"Sister, this, this..."
Through the rearview mirror, the driver saw a woman with a pale face and tear-streaked cheeks. With a determined heart, he slammed on the gas pedal, and the car sped away, disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Sister, I've already shaken them off!"
The middle-aged driver handed a box of tissues to Shen Qingyou. "Sister, please don't cry. Those third-rate newspaper reporters have no professional ethics. They invade your privacy just for magazine sales. That shoulder throw you did earlier was really satisfying!"
In the back seat, Shen Qingyou forced a smile. "Big brother, thank you so much today!"
"You're welcome. Those third-rate reporters are always looking for trouble; they give us headaches just by existing!"
"Big brother, can you go any faster? I have urgent matters!"
"Alright, hold on tight!"
The middle-aged driver slammed the car door shut, maneuvering skillfully through the bustling traffic. As Shen Qingyou pressed against the car door, tears streamed down her face, soaking everything.
A moment of indulgence had come at a bloody price. Who could she blame? Herself, Yuan Mufang, or Qing Cang?
If her father was truly in critical condition because of this moment, who could redeem her lifelong guilt?
The morning sun in this city was shockingly red, almost tragically so...
...
At the entrance of the operating room, Shen Qingyou saw Yuan Mufang. The man who had been shouting hoarsely at the police station last night now appeared humble and worried, gently patting Mother Shen's back and softly comforting her sorrow.
"Mom!"
"Slap!"
Shen Qingyou had just called out to Mother Shen, but before she could say anything else, a sharp slap had already landed on her pale cheek. At the end of the corridor, the duty nurse watched from a distance, her face showing a complex expression of hesitation, unsure whether to step forward and intervene.
"Mom!"
A burning sensation radiated from her cheek. Enduring the pain, she softly called out to Mother Shen again.
"Get lost, I don't have a daughter like you!"
The kind-hearted woman was at her breaking point. She had clearly been recovering and was about to be discharged to rest at home, yet all of this—the beauty of it all—was destroyed by a newspaper, ruined by the hands of her beloved daughter.
"Where did you stay last night?"
A piercing gaze shot at Shen Qingyou's face, and Mother Shen's eyes no longer held their usual tenderness.
"I..."
"You really disappoint us too much! Yuan Mufang has been so good to you, and how do you treat him? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"
After all, she was her own daughter. After a bout of anger, Mother Shen regained her composure and looked at Shen Qingyou with tear-red eyes filled with deep disappointment.
"Mom, I don't blame her!"
Yuan Mufang's deep voice rang out steadily, but how much of that was truly his real thought?
Shen Qingyou sat silently to one side, her eyes fixed on the red light at the door of the operating room. The guilt in her heart surged like a tidal wave, making it difficult for her to breathe...
Yuan Mufang sat beside Mother Shen, desperately playing the role of a caring child. Shen Qingyou couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Yuan Mufang, even at this moment, do you still want to pretend?
Do you really want me to be pointed at by thousands?
Do you really want to push me to my death?
...
Time passed second by second. For Shen Qingyou, those few short hours felt like a century. Finally, as she eagerly awaited, the light in the operating room went out...
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