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Turning off her phone, Shen Qingyou spent the entire day in the hotel, as if there was only one thing she could do in her life: follow the news channel about Diaoyu Island and everything related to it. This was a long struggle, which meant that the return of Qing Cang was uncertain. Wouldn't it be better if he didn't come back? At least she wouldn't have to face the impending horrors. Several reports had been sent out, but they seemed to have vanished into thin air, which made Shen Qingyou feel a bit anxious. On the television, she still occasionally saw the figure of Qingguo Cang, still as imposing as ever, making a solemn promise to the billions of Chinese people that he would never compromise and would resort to military means if necessary. This made her think of Qing Cang. At this moment, guarding the waters of Diaoyu Island, was he also as sacred and inviolable?
Without any news from Qing Cang, the days felt unbearably long for Shen Qingyou. She counted the days as they passed, staying in her hotel room and living a monotonous and lonely life. Every time she saw the television switch to the shadow of a patrol boat near Diaoyu Island, she couldn't help but stand up excitedly, just hoping to catch a glimpse of Qing Cang, even if just for a moment. Seeing his current appearance would make her incredibly happy...
"Ding dong, ding dong!"
Someone was knocking on the door? Shen Qingyou thought it was just the cleaning lady. After a few knocks with no response, she assumed there would be no more knocking. However, the knocking continued outside. Furrowing her brows, she walked to the door and said, "Ma'am, isn't there a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging?"
There was no response from outside. Was it not the cleaning lady?
When she opened the door, a delicate face appeared in her line of sight, causing her expression to darken. "What do you want?"
"What? Are you so guilty that you don't even dare to open the door?"
Moya had a cold expression, her chin slightly raised as she looked at Shen Qingyou with extreme disdain—her hair messy and wearing a cheap white nightgown while dragging a pair of slippers.
"Do I know you?"
Shen Qingyou's dark pupils locked onto Moya's gaze without any hint of fear; instead, they reflected coldness and stubbornness.
"What are you standing there for? Come over here!"
With Moya's voice sounding like she was calling a dog, another man who made Shen Qingyou feel nauseous appeared in her sight—Yuan Mufang. His right arm was still bandaged from his injury that day. Seeing his gloomy face resembling Zhong Kui's made Shen Qingyou curl her lips into a cold smile. "What? Haven't you been thrown around enough?"
Yuan Mufang's expression changed; instinctively retreating slightly with some fear. Moya looked at his cowardly demeanor and snorted coldly, "Useless thing!"
"If you have something to say, hurry up; if not, please leave quickly!"
After three seconds of silence with no one responding, Shen Qingyou was about to close the door when a hand painted with bright red nails pressed against it. "Are you scared?"
What a joke! What was there for her to be afraid of?
Shen Qingyou generously opened the door and stood at the entrance, allowing Moya to walk in with an extremely arrogant demeanor. "Oh, this room has a strange smell?"
Moya took out a perfume from her bag and sprayed it around her: "In such a low-class hotel, only someone like you would stay here!"
Someone like her?
Shen Qingyou followed behind her, coldly saying, "Sister Mo, I wonder who came to this low-class hotel uninvited to see someone like me?"
"Hmph!"
Moya snorted coldly and continued walking. Turning her head, she saw Yuan Mufang standing outside like a puppet and shouted, "What are you dazed about? Hurry up and come in!"
Seeing Yuan Mufang looking so submissive, Shen Qingyou truly despised this man from the bottom of her heart. Is money and status more important to him than dignity?
"Ya, stop messing around, let's go!"
Yuan Mufang pleaded with Moya. Her round eyes widened, scaring Yuan Mufang into quickly releasing her wrist and timidly standing behind her, looking like a wronged daughter-in-law.
"Did you hurt his arm?"
Long-Limbed Kou pointed at Yuan Mufang's bandaged wrist, and Moya glared at Shen Qingyou, asking fiercely.
"Ya, I did it myself; I accidentally fell and got hurt!"
"You, shut up! When I'm talking, when is it your turn to interrupt?" Moya acted like an arrogant queen. Is this how she treats her boyfriend?
"Are you feeling sorry for her?"
A chilling terror seeped through her voice. Yuan Mufang lowered his head, lacking even the courage to glance at Moya, only mumbling, "No, no, not at all!"
"Get out of my way!"
"If you two are going to show off your affection in front of me, then I'm sorry, but please leave!"
Shen Qingyou walked to the door again, unceremoniously opening it and signaling for them to disappear from her sight immediately.
"Shen Qingyou, as the saying goes, when hitting a dog, you must look at its owner. Don't you know he is mine? You actually hurt him. How should we settle this account?"
"Hitting a dog must consider its owner?" Shen Qingyou repeated Moya's words. "Sorry, I really didn't know he was a dog!"
"Shen Qingyou!"
"However, rest assured, in my eyes, he is even worse than a dog!"
Shen Qingyou's words caused both Moya and Yuan Mufang to change their expressions simultaneously. Moya sneered, "Since you think he is even worse than a dog, then tomorrow, we will hold the wedding at Countryside Villa. Do you dare to come?"
With a provocative gaze fixed on Shen Qingyou, they knew they would hold the wedding at Countryside Villa. However, why did Yuan Mufang not show any signs of joy?
"Go if you want to go. Why wouldn't I dare?"
Shen Qingyou agreed without thinking; she wanted to see how Yuan Mufang, who was wrapped in expensive fur, would transform into a Pet Dog.
"Alright, you've got guts. Here’s the invitation card. Remember to dress appropriately tomorrow; you can attend as his male guest. Don't embarrass him!"
Mocking Yuan Mufang, if you can endure such ridicule, are you still a man?
When you slapped me back then, weren't you very bold and masculine? Why have you turned into a fake woman now?
"Tomorrow, we will be waiting for your grand arrival!"
As Moya was about to step out the door, she turned back to remind Shen Qingyou once more, "Do you think there will be another idiot like Li Luo this time?"
The implication was clear: this time, no one would help her...
"Are you not leaving?"
Yuan Mufang glanced back at Shen Qingyou as he walked out. Seeing the smug look on his face, Shen Qingyou truly looked down on this man. He acted like a big shot in front of her, but when it came to Moya, he turned into a submissive figure.
After they left, the room was filled with the expensive fragrance that Moya exuded. However, to Shen Qingyou, that perfume was just as repulsive as Moya herself.
She opened the window, and a gentle breeze lifted the curtains, making a rustling sound. Her muddled mind gradually cleared up as she recalled her moment of foolishness—how could she have agreed to attend this wedding that held no meaning for her?
The bold and confident aura she had vanished without a trace. Standing alone by the window, she watched a flock of white doves flying across the clear blue sky. Winter had passed; was another warm spring about to arrive?
Shen Qingyou pondered whether she should attend Yuan Mufang's wedding. Even by nightfall, she had not made a decision. If she were genuinely wishing them well, it would be Fang Yetan's role. However, cursing and resenting someone else's wedding seemed somewhat unethical. After much contemplation, Shen Qingyou remained indecisive—why waste time on someone who no longer had any connection to her?
Yet when she saw the text message from Yuan Mufang, she felt an undeniable urge to attend that wedding. She wanted to see how that once arrogant man would now act like a submissive puppy.
"If you still love me, please do not attend my wedding; I beg you!"
That was the content of Yuan Mufang's message. Upon seeing the word "love," Shen Qingyou felt he had sullied its meaning. The noisy day faded into a quiet night, and another brilliant dawn arrived...
When Shen Qingyou opened her eyes in the morning light, a strong conviction supported her decision to go—she must go. After showering, changing clothes, and putting on light makeup, Shen Qingyou set off towards Countryside Villa with a killing intent.
The security guard at Countryside Villa looked surprised as a taxi pulled up at the entrance. A woman stepped out—though somewhat attractive, her attire was quite ordinary. The guard approached and stopped her: "Miss, are you sure you’re at the right place?"
Shen Qingyou snorted coldly; indeed, people tend to cluster together based on their kind. Even the security guard looked down on others with such dog-like eyes. She took out the invitation from her bag and handed it to him: "Did you see? She invited me!"
Pointing at the name embossed in gold on the invitation, the guard immediately changed his attitude 180 degrees and bowed slightly: "Miss, this way please!"
Bending low enough, it seems she truly has the potential to be a dog...
Stepping into the picturesque estate, an 18th-century European-style castle came into Shen Qingyou's view, standing amidst a grove of greenery, exuding a sense of mystery and a touch of royal nobility.
"This time, Master Mo has really gone all out for his granddaughter's wedding!"
"Of course! Who wouldn't, considering Moya is Master Mo's only relative?"
"If I could marry a woman like Moya, I'd be willing to work like a dog!"
"I wonder what kind of luck Yuan Mufang had in his past life to land such a good deal. I heard he’s even been divorced!"
"Well, isn't it because he's despicable and shameless...!"
The conversation of two men passing by Shen Qingyou fell into her ears as if they were invisible. A cold smile tugged at her lips; were they envious or resentful?
Crying in a BMW is better than laughing on a bicycle. What is wrong with society today? Has morality degraded to this extent? Is there really no pure love that doesn't care about gains and losses?
Shen Qingyou smiled self-deprecatingly; if she voiced her doubts, it would probably make people laugh out loud!
A melodious and elegant piano piece floated through the air. Although spring had not yet arrived, it already brought a sense of springtime; otherwise, why would there be so many fluttering butterflies?
"You may not know, but Mo Da Jie had these butterflies flown in all the way from Siberia to achieve the effect of a dream wedding!"
A passing guest enthusiastically explained to Shen Qingyou, who was lost in thought watching the colorful butterflies dance in the air. Turning towards the enviously smiling girl, Shen Qingyou returned a faint smile. At her age, she probably couldn't grasp the true meaning of marriage. It was just a wedding; why bother with how extravagant or lively it was? As long as two people in love held hands, even sitting quietly on the beach watching the sun rise slowly from the horizon would be an exhilarating moment. Thinking of this, a wave of sadness washed over her again. Wasn't her wedding with Qing Cang just about the two of them? That happiness, that beauty—why did she have to fuss over those trivial matters?
Qing Cang, are you guarding our homeland? Is everything well?
"Weren't you told not to come?"
Dressed in a black suit that accentuated Yuan Mufang's tall figure, his hair, previously falling over his forehead, was now slicked back, revealing a smooth and full forehead. His pitch-black eyes flashed with a hint of fear upon seeing Shen Qingyou's figure. He pulled Shen Qingyou aside and asked in an angry voice.
"Your message said that if I still loved you, then please don't come to this wedding. But you didn't, so if I no longer love you, then you shouldn't come to this wedding either!"
Under a strange emotional influence, Shen Qingyou noticed a mix of red and white suddenly appear on Yuan Mufang's face, making her feel incredibly happy. She was no longer happy herself; could she not come and see someone else's unhappiness?
"Shen Qingyou, is your face really that worthless?"
Moya would kindly invite her to this wedding? It was merely to humiliate her in front of everyone. And what about the widely discussed "Ing Love Video"? Did she really think that matter had settled down?
"Yuan Mufang, get it straight: is it my face that's worthless or yours? Even if I am cheap, at least I am still a person with dignity that I want to maintain. But what about you? You're so cheap that you don't even act like a human anymore; you've become a dog. How does it feel to be a Pet Dog? Is it comfortable being called and ordered around?"
Shen Qingyou truly didn't know when she had become so sharp-tongued. Had the series of blows really twisted her heart?
"Shen Qingyou, you are truly beyond saving!"
Yuan Mufang glanced at Shen Qingyou and then turned to leave, leaving her standing alone with a strange smile on her face. Yuan Mufang and Moya had ulterior motives; did they think she was a soft persimmon to be bullied? If they dared provoke her, she would make sure this wedding couldn't proceed...
She walked past the waiter and took a glass of cocktail from the tray, downing the spicy liquid in one gulp. As the wedding march began to play softly, Moya, draped in white lace, walked out of the room with an elderly man with white hair, Qing Cang. The white wedding dress accentuated her perfect figure and beauty, just as stunning as the roses she held.
Yuan Mufang stood at the end of the red carpet, gazing at the bride approaching him with an incredibly sincere expression. Butterflies fluttered and flowers bloomed; everything was so beautiful. When Yuan Mufang took Moya's hand from the old man's wrist, applause erupted around them as the bride and groom stepped onto the stage.
The wedding ceremony was about to begin when Moya suddenly took the microphone from the host and gave a strange smile towards Shen Qingyou standing among the crowd: "Next, let's welcome a special guest!"
Everyone was puzzled and unsure who this special guest was. Following her gaze, all attention fell on Shen Qingyou's face. People in the crowd began to murmur. With a sinister smile on her exquisite face, Moya announced: "Please welcome my current husband's ex-wife, Li Luo's rumored girlfriend, the leading lady of Ing Love Video, Shen Qingyou to the stage!"
When this series of titles was applied to Shen Qingyou, it became hard for her not to be recognized. Those around her instinctively stepped back a few paces. In that widely discussed Ing Love Video, she had already become an unbearable woman.
"Moya, today is your wedding; do you really want it to not go ahead?"
Shen Qingyou walked up to Moya and asked heavily, "A wedding? What's so fun about that? I'd rather see you looking flustered and ridiculed by everyone!"
The expression on her face was completely different from the evil aura that contrasted with the white veil she wore. This woman, who looked as beautiful as a fairy, had such a wicked heart...
However, after experiencing one upheaval after another, her heart had long since hardened like rock; it wouldn't be blown away by the wind or crushed by the rain. Looking at the crowd, she smiled, "Sister Mo really thinks highly of me to give me these three titles, but it seems she is still hoping for one more!"
She paused, glancing at the crowd, then at Moya and Yuan Mufang beside her, before continuing with a smile, "And the last title is Yuan Mufang's mistress!"
Boom...
The entire venue erupted in an uproar. In their eyes, a man of Yuan Mufang's status being involved with a woman of Moya's background was akin to hitting the jackpot, yet he was still entangled with his ex-wife?
"Shen Qingyou, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Yuan Mufang shouted angrily at Shen Qingyou. She raised her phone and said, "Did you forget what you promised me? Are you trying to deny it now? Fortunately, I still have the evidence!"
With that, she opened the media player on her phone and held it up to the microphone. As Yuan Mufang's deep voice was amplified through the microphone, everyone in the venue heard him say, "Be my mistress, I'll support you; be my mistress, I'll support you..."
Moya's face felt as if it had been slapped hard. Originally wanting to ridicule Shen Qingyou, she never expected to become the target of ridicule herself!
"Yaya, listen to me; it's not like that! It's not like that!"
Yuan Mufang flusteredly tried to explain to Moya, but the more he explained, the darker her expression became. "You get out of here!"
Pointing towards the door, Moya shouted angrily at Shen Qingyou. Shen Qingyou lazily put away her phone and said, "If you don't let me leave, I will go anyway. The wedding has already concluded; it was quite lively. I will remember it vividly!"
With that, she jumped down from the stage and proudly walked through the crowd with her head held high. No one knew that tears had long been welling up in her eyes. If she hadn't kept this recording back then, how would she have been ridiculed today?
As she reached the door, Shen Qingyou was suddenly stopped by two men in black suits. With their sunglasses and earpieces, it was clear they were bodyguards. Did they intend to resort to violence after failing to humiliate her?
Shen Qingyou raised an eyebrow and assumed a fighting stance. The men were taken aback and gestured for her to proceed, respectfully saying, "Sister Shen, our master requests your presence."
Master?
Was it the old man that Moya had been with earlier? Moya's grandfather? Did he come to take revenge because his granddaughter couldn't handle it?
"Sister Shen, please this way!"
Shen Qingyou followed the two men and arrived at the castle. The Roman-style decor gave her a strong sense of artistry. Standing at the entrance, she looked at the elderly man with white hair, Qing Cang, sitting on the living room sofa. He wore a faint smile that seemed much less annoying than Moya.
"Sister Shen, come in and have a seat!"
Mo Cang Hai stood up and waved at Shen Qingyou. Looking at this girl before him, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity that reminded him of events from many years ago.
Shen Qingyou retracted her previous hostility as she stood before Mo Cang Hai. She felt a strong sense of awkwardness, unsure of where to place her hands.
"At this moment, Sister Shen is truly like a different person!"
Was he smiling? And without any hostility, genuinely smiling? Shen Qingyou was confused. She had disrupted his granddaughter's wedding; shouldn't he be furious? Why did he show no anger on his face? Instead, there seemed to be a sense of relief?
"I never agreed with this marriage for Ya. In fact, I owe you one for helping me out by exposing that person's true nature to her!"
Hearing Mo Cang Hai's words, an overwhelming sympathy for Yuan Mufang surged in Shen Qingyou's heart. Even without his intervention, the wedding might not have gone smoothly anyway. Unexpectedly, she had inadvertently helped him. But now he was no longer the villain; she had become the villain instead. Moya and Yuan Mufang must hate her deeply, especially Yuan Mufang. He had worked so hard to be with someone like Moya; this golden opportunity had been ruined by her actions. He must wish to tear her apart!
"This is five hundred thousand; consider it your reward. Take this money and leave the city, and Ya won't trouble you anymore!"
Mo Cang Hai handed a check to Shen Qingyou. She looked at the amount and smiled lightly, "It's just a small favor; you don't need to thank me so generously. Besides, I don't think I helped you; I was just helping myself!"
"Alright," Shen Qingyou stood up from the sofa. "If you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving now. You know how hard it is to get a taxi around here!"
"Haha, haha!"
A hearty laugh escaped from Mo Cang Hai's lips. He really liked this girl in front of him—bold, wise, and with a hint of pride. In many ways, she resembled Xiuhé! It's just a pity that Xiuhé passed away at such a young age. As he thought of this, the smile on his face faded, replaced by deep sorrow.
Shen Qingyou watched as Mo Cang Hai's emotions shifted in an instant. His brows were clouded with profound sadness, and his expression seemed to carry a heavy sense of nostalgia. What kind of person could evoke such a poignant expression from this decisive elder?
"Steward, prepare a car to take Sister Shen home!"
"No need!"
Shen Qingyou declined his kindness, feeling somewhat flattered. She certainly couldn't accept such an offer. "What, does Sister Shen not want this old man to take you home?"
He wanted to take her himself?
Shen Qingyou felt a mix of surprise and confusion, standing there unsure how to refuse him.
A black BMW cruised leisurely down the new asphalt road. Mo Cang Hai and Shen Qingyou sat in the back seat, momentarily at a loss for conversation, creating an awkward atmosphere. Shen Qingyou turned her face to look out the window at the unfamiliar scenery. Her profile suddenly struck Mo Cang Hai like a jolt; it resembled Xiuhé so much.
"Xiuhé?"
Mo Cang Hai called out excitedly, then grasped Shen Qingyou's hands tightly. She sprang up like a spring, hitting her head against the roof of the car and grimacing in pain.
A new year—could it really bring a new beginning? Was she about to have some luck in love? But this person seemed too old for her!
"Xiuhé!"
Mo Cang Hai called out again with excitement. Shen Qingyou stared into his eyes, which glimmered with tears. She froze; the feelings welling up in his gaze seemed unrelated to love but rather resembled familial affection. Hearing him call out Xiuhé's name made her wonder—did he see her as some kind of relative?
“Master Mo, are you okay?”
“No, I'm fine!”
Mo Cang Hai took off his glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He apologized to Shen Qingyou, “I'm sorry for scaring you!”
“It's okay, it's okay!”
Shen Qingyou, who was quite startled, looked indifferent. Mo Cang Hai noticed her radiant smile, which indeed resembled that of his deceased daughter when she was young. “Sister Shen, you look very much like my daughter who passed away!”
His deceased daughter? That sounded strange.
“Sister Shen, please don't misunderstand. Let me show you a photo of my daughter!”
Mo Cang Hai rummaged through his wallet and pulled out a yellowed photograph. It showed a girl with braided hair beaming with a bright smile. Although the photo had become somewhat blurry over time, her facial features did bear some resemblance to Shen Qingyou. However, there were many people who looked alike; after all, didn't Qing Han Qing also have some similarities?
How odd; perhaps he just had a very common face, which explained why there were so many people who resembled him. Just as Shen Qingyou was about to return the photo to Mo Cang Hai, she hesitated and took a closer look at it. She felt as if she had seen this photo somewhere before.
“Doesn't she look a bit like you?”
Shen Qingyou nodded, “Yes, she does look a bit like me!” Then she returned the photo to Mo Cang Hai. “Master Mo, how did your daughter die?”
“She was killed by an agent from J Country!”
Huh?
An agent from J Country? It felt like something out of a movie!
“And there was also a child who was just born not long ago!”
Recalling those tragic days of the white-haired sending off the black-haired, Mo Cang Hai couldn't help but feel teary-eyed again. Time had passed, and thirty years had slipped away in the blink of an eye.
"What about Moya?"
"Actually, to be honest with you, Sister Shen, she is not of the Mo family bloodline. Fearing that I would have no one to rely on in my old age, I adopted her from the welfare home and treated her like my own granddaughter. However, even to this day, she does not know the truth. This child has been spoiled by me; she is willful and powerless. Nevertheless, her nature is not bad; it's just that without parental love, her personality has become somewhat extreme."
Shen Qingyou smiled. The saying that other people's children are good while one's own are better is indeed true. Despite Moya's behavior, she still has a good nature; it really is commendable that he could think of those four words.
"Sister Shen, where do you live?"
Shen Qingyou told him the name of the hotel, and Mo Cang Hai was taken aback. "Why are you staying in a hotel?"
Seeing his surprised expression, she thought he wouldn't really believe she was that kind of woman doing unrefined business in a hotel, would he?
"I have no place to stay, so I’m living in a hotel!"
"No place to stay?"
Mo Cang Hai lowered his head in contemplation and then said something that left Shen Qingyou utterly astonished: "If Sister Shen doesn't mind, how about moving in with me?"
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