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"Stay away from that Doctor Li in the future; I see he has ill intentions towards you!" On their way back, Yuan Mufang said angrily to Shen Qingyou. In the past, he couldn't stand the butterflies surrounding her, which is why he insisted she quit her job and become a full-time housewife. Who would have thought that even after stepping out, there would still be so many oblivious butterflies? This Li Haoran was one of them; he looked gentle on the outside but was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"What are you talking about? Dr. Li is Dad's attending physician; I'm trying to get on his good side! Do you expect him to curry favor with me?" Now, Shen Qingyou was as sensitive as a hedgehog. Whenever it came to matters between men and women, all she could think of was Yuan Mufang and that woman rolling around in bed together, so her words inevitably came out harshly.
"Even if you're trying to get on his good side, you don't have to do it with your body!"
"Ugh..."
The tires screeched loudly. "Are you crazy? I'm driving!"
Yuan Mufang looked at Shen Qingyou's hand gripping the steering wheel and panicked as he slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, there weren't many cars on the road; otherwise, it would have definitely resulted in an accident. Just as he was regaining his composure, Shen Qingyou had already opened the car door and quickly disappeared around the corner.
"Serene! Serene..." Yuan Mufang chased after her, but due to the driver behind him incessantly honking, he had no choice but to restart the car. After parking properly, he went back to look for Shen Qingyou, but there was no trace of her anywhere.
Damn it, why has he been so careless with his words lately? On the street, Yuan Mufang felt frustrated. Now that Shen Qingyou was in such a sensitive state, why did he keep provoking her?
In the bustling street, Shen Qingyou wandered aimlessly. Deep down, she desperately wanted to repair their relationship, but why was it so difficult?
As night fell, the lights on the ground gradually lit up while Shen Qingyou's inner light seemed to extinguish one by one. Dusk descended slowly; everywhere she looked were people hurrying homeward with purpose. Only Shen Qingyou continued to drift through the streets with a blank expression, like a lost soul wandering aimlessly. When did home stop being home? When did it cease to be a place that sheltered her from the storm and instead become a place she loathed?
Before she knew it, heavy rain began pouring down. Raindrops hit Shen Qingyou's face one by one, stinging painfully but not as much as the pain inside her heart. The rain calmed her; she clearly realized that she and Yuan Mufang could never go back to how things were! Some things are simply missed—once missed, they are gone forever...
The rain grew heavier as buses with their taillights lit up stopped at the station, opening their doors wide to swallow up the anxious crowd heading home before driving off again. Only Shen Qingyou stood there in a daze. She should go back—return to the life she had grown accustomed to—the so-called happiness that would continue on forever. If she didn't get on this bus soon, she'd miss even the last one...
A speeding Jeep splashed water all over her, soaking her completely. Inside the car, Qing Cang, who was focused on reading the newspaper, instinctively lifted his gaze when passing that platform and immediately spotted a blurry figure. "Stop the car!"
"Huh?" Zhang couldn't react in time.
"Stop the car!" Qing Cang raised his voice, followed by a sharp sound of braking.
"General, the umbrella, the umbrella..." Zhang quickly stepped out of the driver's seat and shouted at the figure disappearing into the rain. The General's sprinting speed was impressive, but with such heavy rain, he quickly closed the car door and followed.
"What are you doing sitting here so late?" Qing Cang angrily looked at the woman who was drenched like a drowned rat. Was she dazed or just foolish? Didn't she know to find shelter from this heavy rain?
Shen Qingyou stared blankly at Qing Cang for a moment; her brain felt short-circuited. She then shifted her gaze back to the splashing water by the roadside, completely ignoring Qing Cang's words.
"You stupid woman, didn't you hear me talking to you?"
Qing Cang unceremoniously grabbed Shen Qingyou's arm. "Ah!" Shen Qingyou instinctively let out a pained groan. Realizing he had been too forceful, Qing Cang quickly released his grip. "What are you doing standing here getting soaked? It's late; why don't you go home?"
"Go home? Go home?..." Shen Qingyou repeated the words as if confused by the term: "Home? I don’t have a home, no home."
Shen Qingyou stumbled like a drunken person and pushed past Qing Cang, charging into the downpour. Her mind was in utter chaos. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Qing Cang swiftly picked her up; if he hadn't acted quickly, she might have ended up lying lifeless in the street. He then coldly glanced at the license plate of the vehicle that had just sped by. It should have its license revoked—didn't they know how to drive properly?
"General, what... what is happening here?" What kind of scene was this? The General was entangled with a crazed woman in the rain.
"Zhang, give me the car keys, you go back to the base by yourself, I'm not going back today!" Qing Cang didn't want to entangle with this irrational woman on the street any longer. Without thinking, he picked her up and quickly walked towards the Jeep, opened the door, and placed her in the passenger seat. Then he started the car and disappeared into the rain, leaving Zhang in shock.
"It's so cold... so cold..." Shen Qingyou wrapped her arms tightly around herself, mumbling softly.
"Stupid woman, now you know it's cold? You deserve it..." Although he said that, Qing Cang still turned the air conditioning to the maximum. Waves of warmth gradually enveloped Shen Qingyou, and she relaxed her arms and fell into a deep sleep...
If it could always be dark, if the night could last forever, then wouldn’t that mean she wouldn’t wake up? Wouldn’t that mean she wouldn’t have to face the already shattered dawn?
But soon it would be bright again, the night would soon retreat, and she would still have to face the day. This is life; there's no escaping it, no hiding from it. Sadness flows like a river!
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