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A pair of clear eyes were cold and piercing. Facing the man before her, Shen Qingyou surprisingly felt no hatred at all. Perhaps, after ten years of feelings, everything had long been erased by the repeated traumas...
"Old Qin, let me teach you a trick!"
Yuan Mufang's lips curled into a reckless smile. Under the spotlight, Shen Qingyou realized how completely he had changed in just a year. When he pressed the burning cigarette butt against his own fair arm, she didn't even furrow her brows.
In the air, the smell of burnt flesh suddenly filled the room. This scent seemed to further stimulate Yuan Mufang's madness as he increased the pressure in his grip. "Crack."
Shen Qingyou seemed to hear the sound of her joints being crushed. She pressed her lips tightly together, refusing to let the pain escape her mouth. She had sworn that she would never shed a tear in front of this man again...
In the decadent private room, bursts of raucous laughter erupted from the men around them. They watched with a sense of amusement, enjoying the scene before them. Alcohol controlled all of Yuan Mufang's nerve cells as he lit up another cigar, sitting arrogantly in front of Shen Qingyou like a king.
"Lift your head!"
Her hair covered Shen Qingyou's face. Suddenly, an extremely wicked thought popped into her mind: what expression would Yuan Mufang have if she pushed aside her hair and let him see her face?
With this thought, a sinister smile cracked at the corners of Shen Qingyou's mouth. Then, she raised her bloodied hands, cut by glass shards, and gently swept aside her bangs, revealing her clear and innocent eyes...
"Dang."
She heard the sound of a glass falling to the ground.
"Ah!"
She heard the incredible scream from Yuan Mufang's mouth.
How do you feel seeing me like this? What kind of pleasure do you have in your heart?
A smile blossomed on her lips, charming like a Poppy: "Sir, are you satisfied with each service?"
"You... you..."
Yuan Mufang stared with blood-red eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, at the woman before him whose lips were still stained with blood and whose face was twisted in a grimace. That smile on her lips was the nightmare he had been entangled with for over a year...
"Yuan Mufang, I didn't expect to see you today! Do you know how much I've missed you this past year?"
Shen Qingyou elegantly stood up from the ground, lazily brushing her hair off her shoulders, her cold eyes sweeping over Yuan Mufang. To him, that gaze felt like a sharp blade, ready to devour him alive.
"Isn't she the woman from back then with Qing Shao?"
The drunken Old Qin stumbled forward, swaying as he approached Shen Qingyou, the smell of alcohol spraying across her face: "I didn't expect Qing Shao's woman to have fallen to such a state, haha, haha, haha!"
His restless hand lewdly patted Shen Qingyou's backside and then pulled her into his embrace: "I want this woman tonight!"
Under normal circumstances, Shen Qingyou would have thrown him to the ground with a beautiful shoulder throw, but at this moment, seeing the changing expressions on Yuan Mufang's face, she suddenly felt an immense pleasure. This game was becoming more and more interesting...
In a dark corner, a man quietly took out his phone and walked to the wall corner, whispering a few words into the device...
On the Midnight Overpass, a black Mercedes rushed by like a bolt of lightning, its exhaust pipes spewing out bursts of white smoke. Its sleek form cut through the silent night sky. However, tonight was destined to be an unsettled night. Shen Qingyou did not know that for her, tranquility was so fleeting that she was not yet prepared to face all the harm or the painful past that awaited her with a spirited demeanor.
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