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For the first time, Shen Qingyou felt that Yuan Mufang's depth was so profound. This man, whom she had been with for ten years, she still could not understand his true thoughts. Was he going to confront her today?
"Two hundred thousand. You need to give my parents two hundred thousand now, and from now on, only your name will be on the property deed..." Shen Qingyou felt exhausted; tears became the cheapest thing at this moment. How could he be so indifferent to her parents' sacrifices over the years? It was her fault; she should never have dragged her parents into their financial turmoil. Her stomach twisted painfully as she numbly stood up and walked into the room.
The sound of the door closing brought Yuan Mufang back from his fury. Damn it, what had he done? No matter what, he loved her deeply. One cigarette after another, nicotine dulled Yuan Mufang's nerves. "Brother Mu, come over for karaoke..." A colleague named Wang enthusiastically invited Yuan Mufang over the phone amidst the noisy atmosphere of a private room.
"I'm not going, I'm not going..."
Yuan Mufang impatiently hung up the phone, but just a few seconds later, it rang again. "Brother Mu, come on, are you really that afraid of Sister-in-law getting angry?"
Afraid? At this moment, what did he have left to fear? "Wait for me; I'll be there soon!"
After hanging up, Yuan Mufang stood up but accidentally bumped into the corner of a decorative cabinet. With a crash, a beautiful crystal vase fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a crisp sound.
Leaning against the door behind her, Shen Qingyou slowly collapsed onto the cold floor after hearing the sharp sound and the slamming door. With tear-filled eyes, she looked around the room. Just this morning, they were still sharing sweet moments here; now, this once warm room felt as cold as hell, slowly burying her. She got up numbly, opened the door, and walked into the living room. Her gaze fell upon the shattered crystal vase on the floor; it reflected colorful lights. Numbly, she stood up to clean up the mess. This crystal vase was a birthday gift he had given her on her twenty-second birthday, and now it lay in pieces. Was love like this vase—beautiful yet fragile?
Through the window, seeing the empty parking space outside made her heart shatter into pieces again. When did their once tender affection turn into such a painful rift?
Looking at the large house without him, it no longer felt like home but merely an empty shell!
On the wall in the living room hung their wedding photo; she smiled like a flower while he gazed at her with deep affection. At this moment, it painfully pierced her eyes, causing tears to fall like broken pearls onto the white marble floor, creating beautiful ripples.
"Wife, I will make you happy!" The sweet whispers from this morning still echoed in her ears but had now transformed into magnificent butterflies—beautiful yet fleeting before disappearing completely!
Turning the car's sound system up to the maximum, looking at the red light that lit up again at the intersection, Yuan Mufang cursed under his breath. In this bustling city, with more and more car owners, the roads felt like a blocked heart. Although the destination was close, the numerous red lights and long waits meant that by the time he arrived, the initial joy had long faded away.
In the flickering lights of the club, one lonely soul after another was releasing their emptiness. When these men and women of the world saw Yuan Mufang appear, a loud whistle rang out. A face, decadent and reeking of alcohol, immediately leaned in: "Brother Mu, let's drink!"
Yuan Mufang hesitated for a few seconds as he looked at the bottle being handed to him, then without thinking, poured it into his mouth.
The amber liquid flowed down his throat into his internal organs, stirring up a storm! The alcohol made these lost men and women lose their rationality as they twisted their bodies wildly, venting their dissatisfaction with life. In a corner, Yuan Mufang sat alone with bloodshot eyes, one bottle after another...
"Hey handsome, are you alone?"
Under the chaotic colorful lights, a woman sat down beside Yuan Mufang. Her thick golden waves cascaded casually over her shoulders. With dense eyelashes, alluring eyes, and sensuous full lips, she exuded charm at every moment. The short pink-purple skirt accentuated her exceptional figure, her curves barely contained.
"Go away!"
Yuan Mufang instinctively shifted his position to create distance from her body that had leaned in. The strong scent of Chanel emanating from her made him feel dizzy. Suddenly, he recalled the refreshing scent of shower gel that Shen Qingyou wore. Thinking of Shen Qingyou deepened his frown. Looking at the enchanting woman beside him with her seductive gaze, he suddenly felt a vengeful thought arise in his heart.
He pulled his body back and then wrapped his arms around the woman's waist!
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