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"How about it? Are you surprised to see this string of numbers? I didn't expect this young master to be willing to spend so much money to buy a withered flower!"
Shen Qingyou only heard Yuan Mufang's mouth moving, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. His venomous words had no effect on her body, which felt like a lifeless piece of wood. She was like a puppet that had lost its mind, allowing Yuan Mufang to shake her shoulders recklessly!
Is suffering coming even more?
Can sadness be even more intense?
Can the heart be even more numb?
Life? Can it keep mocking her over and over?
The corners of her mouth twisted into a bloodthirsty smile, which bloomed like a Poppy, exuding a deadly allure!
She laughed coldly, ominously, indifferently, heartlessly, terrifyingly...
Yuan Mufang was stunned by the Shen Qingyou in front of him. Her pale face, disheveled hair, and the faint traces of blood at the corners of her mouth made her look like a reaper from hell. In her chaotic eyes, hatred for him sprouted, piercing through to his very soles...
Yuan Mufang instinctively released Shen Qingyou. If he hated her fiercely at this moment, then before, had he not loved her passionately...
If you love, then love deeply; if you don't love, then please let go and give a way out...
We are just a tiny speck in the vast world; we all have fragile souls. We are all tossed about by love in this mortal realm. The fleeting bonds of fate always play tricks on us. We are filled with grievances but cannot muster hatred...
"Serene, actually, I don't care about this money at all. As long as you come back to my side, I will immediately return all those years to that man!"
At this moment, Yuan Mufang clearly seemed a bit lacking in confidence. He really couldn't refuse the numbers on the bankbook, but he couldn't let go of the woman in front of him either. He wanted to have both fish and bear's paw.
Not caring? If he truly didn't care, then there wouldn't be a series of numbers on that bankbook. The two men had already reached a tacit understanding behind the scenes and had decided her fate, hadn't they? Unfortunately, Shen Qingyou's fate was not something anyone could decide; from this moment on, her destiny would be in her own hands...
The flickering neon lights outside illuminated the dark night of the city. In the quiet corridor, there were only two distant figures...
Shen Qingyou stood by the window, watching the bustling traffic on the overpass below. Some people, like those fleeting cars, left no trace in her heart, while others left an eternal gap within her.
"Hello everyone, I am Wang Yan, a reporter from Jiangcheng Television Station. I am here to report the latest news: a grand birthday party is being held at the garden villa of the current Director Dong. I am now at the scene of the birthday party..."
On the television, that beautiful reporter was still speaking, but Shen Qingyou didn't hear a word. She saw him—the man who seemed like a god. Wherever he went, he shone like gold, the center of attention and everyone's darling. At this moment, the woman in his arms had wild purple hair that showcased her vibrant youth. Her young face was full of vitality, like the rising sun in the morning, proudly displaying her beauty to everyone.
One was the prince of the ball, and the other was the princess; they were indeed a match made in heaven. And what was she? A temporary plaything? A pet that could be bought with money? Or perhaps...
A sorrowful smile hung faintly on Shen Qingyou's lips. Behind her, Yuan Mufang also saw this news; a smirk of glee spread across his face. "Serene, now you know, right? That rich kid is just playing with you!"
Playing with? Feelings?
What are feelings? They were too foreign to her. Would there still be such a thing as feelings in her life?
The lights in the operating room went out again. From Li Haoran's dim gaze, Shen Qingyou already knew the answer. Sadness didn't seem so painful anymore! Her parents had supported each other for so many years; though they couldn't be born on the same day, they could die on the same day. Walking together on this path—wasn't that less lonely?
"Serene!"
Li Haoran stepped forward to comfort her, but was rejected by Shen Qingyou. She was clearly smiling, yet why did she look more miserable than if she were crying?
She stumbled as she leaned against the wall, swaying as she moved forward. Yuan Mufang reached out and grabbed her, but she shook him off fiercely. "Yuan Mufang, since you have already accepted the money, we have nothing to do with each other from now on!"
Ahead of her, was there a wide road that could open the door to happiness?
Ahead of her, was there a shore of happiness?
On the television screen, Qing Cang was smiling, but her tears flowed down like a torrential rain. It turned out that he was not the prince riding in a Pumpkin Carriage to rescue her, but rather the devil who pushed her into the abyss. Qing Cang, Yuan Mufang, the pain you have made me endure today, I will surely repay you double in the future...
In the morgue, Shen Qingyou knelt before her parents, her tears already dried up. From now on, this world would no longer have anyone who spoiled her by affectionately ruffling her hair and calling her "girl." There would be no one to give her strength when she felt lost and helpless. There would be no one to be her strong support when she felt sad and wronged. There would be no more...
Nothing would remain; everything had already ended...
In the Dong Family mansion, a blind date arranged by both families with ulterior motives continued. Two people with hidden agendas were still competing internally. Qing Cang held Dong Ya's delicate body, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth...
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