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“Shen Qingyou, when did you climb up the high branch of Minister Xiao again?”
A mocking sarcasm spilled from the corners of Qing Cang's mouth. Although her heart ached, Shen Qingyou forced herself to appear indifferent. She slowly raised her head, a faint smile on her lips, “Qing Shao, this is my private matter. I believe you don’t have the time to concern yourself with such trivialities, right?”
The atmosphere instantly froze to a standstill. Xiao Ran awkwardly glanced at Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou, saying, “Madam, we shall take our leave now!”
Xiao Ran half-squinted his eyes and gently patted Shen Qingyou's hand in a comforting manner. He bid farewell to Li Jiuyue and Qing Cang. Shen Qingyou flashed a gentle smile at Xiao Ran, linking her arm with his as they slowly walked toward the exit…
Shen Qingyou felt a chilling glare piercing from Qing Cang's cold eyes, like nails driving into her skin. Suddenly, a sorrowful melody echoed in the air: “If I had known love would hurt this much, that feelings would be so hard to bear, why take it too seriously back then? If only I had understood that dreams cannot last long, longing is not as good as turning back. Why resent separation now? Unless it’s treated as a game, let the world be desolate; who can sever this bond unless true feelings are set aside? In this life, let fate decide our gatherings and partings; how many can do so without regret…”
At first, Shen Qingyou thought of herself as a woman favored by fate—a happy family, a fulfilling life, a bright woman living in the sunlight. But now, she felt like someone who shouldn’t have sunshine, living in a dark corner licking the bitterness that life bestowed upon her. Once, she had staked all her happiness on one person; the glamorous turn was filled with humble helplessness. Clarity? She didn’t even know where to step next…
After seeing Shen Qingyou disappear through the glass door, Qing Cang suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of regret. Love requires tolerance; with tolerance comes greatness. Why did he have to hurt her just now?
If we could all cherish what we hold in our hands, wouldn’t we be closer to happiness?
On her way back, Shen Qingyou suddenly spotted a Jeep advertisement on a roadside lightbox. The male model looked strikingly like Qing Cang from the side—charming yet unruly. Suddenly, she felt moisture in her dry eyes; she realized at that moment that she was like a lost traveler without direction, overwhelmed by memories that surged towards her like a tidal wave…
All that once was could not withstand the gentle arrangements of memory. In the end, Shen Qingyou swallowed back the tears in her eyes. She fled in panic but could not escape from within her heart…
Xiao Ran's black Audi slowly came to a stop at the entrance of Hyatt Hotel. The doorman approached with a radiant smile: “Sir, welcome!”
The doorman respectfully bent down to take the car keys from Xiao Ran and parked the car in its spot. Being wealthy is truly wonderful…
Xiao Ran lifted Shen Qingyou's arm and pulled her into his embrace as they walked through the crowd, drawing envious glances from everyone. Although Shen Qingyou was not the kind of beauty that would immediately captivate with her looks, anyone who met her clear eyes would feel as if they were drawn into a deep abyss. Her gaze held a hint of coldness, a touch of pride, and a dash of elegance, making one feel that she was a woman with a story to tell.
In contrast, Xiao Ran, now in middle age and balding, appeared somewhat dignified in his expensive suit. However, standing next to Shen Qingyou made him seem unattractive. Yet in this day and age, the pairing of beauty and the beast had become commonplace; souls had become increasingly cheap. As long as one had money, they could buy any soul they desired.
The Hyatt Hotel was the highest-rated hotel in the city. Its luxurious yet elegant decor gave visitors an immediate sense of elevated status. The transparent elevator carried Shen Qingyou and Xiao Ran to the top floor of the building. The sound of high heels on the soft carpet was gentle and relaxed.
The doors to Peony Hall were slightly ajar, and a rustling sound came from within.
"You are so bad..."
It was Zhang Li's voice. Shen Qingyou instinctively glanced at her watch; she had arrived half an hour earlier than expected.
"If I'm bad, will you love me?"
Qin Zhong's shameless voice made Shen Qingyou feel a wave of nausea; this old man never missed an opportunity to flirt.
"You have nothing to do here today. While they aren't here yet, you should leave quickly..."
"I'm not leaving!"
Zhang Li's voice clearly carried some displeasure: "I'm not leaving. You haven't come to see me for two months. Today, you owe me an explanation..."
"Stop messing around. If Xiao Ran sees us like this, what will he think? Hurry up and leave..."
In the dim light, the two seemed to be pulled together. Glancing sideways, they saw that Xiao Ran's face was already pale, with the corners of his mouth curving into a pleasing arc. Shen Qingyou gently pushed open the large door...
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