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No matter what, whether true or false, Li Xin and Xu Jing, these veteran teachers, have never secretly slandered her. After all, they have watched her grow and understand her struggles.
Whatever decision she makes is her own business; others have no right to criticize. As long as she believes it is the right choice, that is enough.
At this point, Li Xin did not ask further and quietly sat in the car.
The car sped along the road.
Throughout the journey, Li Xin persistently made phone calls, discussing Lu Qisheng with Shu Ran.
Lu Qisheng's family was not harmonious from a young age.
Her father was addicted to gambling and drinking, while her mother was weak and incapable.
Every time her father drank, he would come home to beat his wife and curse his daughter, leaving them bloodied.
However, her mother was a typical housewife who endured this painful life day after day under the advice of elders.
Lu Qisheng suffered similarly.
Later, when she entered middle school and stayed at school, she returned home less frequently and thus experienced fewer beatings.
But she always worried about her mother and called home every day to check on her.
One day, when she called home, the phone was answered, but what she heard were the sounds of a man and a woman arguing, mixed with a few words about a mistress.
She hurriedly asked for leave from her teacher and rushed home.
The moment she opened the door was the last time she saw her mother.
Her mother stood on the fourth-floor balcony and jumped without hesitation, embracing death without fear.
Standing beside her were several people: Her Father, the Third Party between her parents, and the Son of the Third Party.
They watched everything coldly, even saying that it was they who forced her mother to jump to her death.
Later on, no one paid attention to the cause of her mother's death, and no one sought justice for her.
It was as if her mother had never existed; no one remembered her, and no one cared.
How tragic.
Later, His Father married the Third Party and brought Her Son to live in the Lu Family.
Those were the darkest days of her life.
His Father was rarely home, and the Stepmother loved to play mahjong. Most weekends, it was just her and her Stepmother's son left at home.
Her Son was an extremely perverted and lecherous person, often touching her inappropriately and frequently spying on her while she bathed or slept.
This left her with significant psychological trauma. Fortunately, she later sought help from a psychologist. With strong mental resilience and appropriate methods to vent these negative emotions, she became the optimistic and lively person she is today.
This allowed her to speak about these matters to Li Xin with a faint smile.
Shu Ran listened, feeling emotional.
Everyone has their own past—some bitter, some painful, some sad.
These pains and trials are actually predestined tribulations in life.
Some people cannot escape their fate; others are reborn after their trials.
Previously, Lu Qisheng perfectly embodied the meaning of the latter.
However, this time.
When they arrived at Lu Qisheng's apartment, there was no one blocking the entrance. However, her door was wide open.
Lu Qisheng speculated, "Could it be that Lu Qisheng has returned?"
"I don't know, let's go take a look."
Shu Ran slowly got out of the car, but her sleeve was suddenly pulled by Li Xin. "Shu Ran, wait a moment."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Shu Ran turned around, looking at her cautiously.
She whispered, "I think I saw a man at her doorstep."
"What?" Shu Ran turned back and looked in the direction she pointed to, but there was no one there.
"There's no one." She leaned closer to the window and looked carefully several times, still not seeing anyone.
"Haha, it's nothing, I might have just imagined it." She forced a laugh and explained awkwardly. Her small face slightly frowned, revealing a hint of fear.
She was afraid of seeing Lu Qisheng's stepbrother; his lewd and perverted gaze always made her feel sick. Sometimes he would even touch her inappropriately, which was simply insane behavior.
But compared to her brother's gaze, she was more worried about Lu Qisheng's situation.
...
Xu Yan Ying had never been this irritated before, troubled by the recent cases he had taken on.
He initially wanted to use the sensational story of a wealthy heir committing murder and fleeing to attract public attention by leveraging power to suppress the common people’s grievances. Then, with the pressure from public scrutiny driving the wealthy heir to come forward, he could win an easy case and achieve fame overnight.
It sounded great in theory, but reality was incredibly harsh.
All the personal resources he had accumulated scattered the moment he accepted this commission.
No one dared to help him, no one dared to stand by his side.
It was as if a tremendous power was manipulating everything from behind.
Even the mentors he respected advised him to back off; otherwise, in the end, he would have nothing.
At that moment, it seemed like he was abandoned by everyone.
But he was unwilling to accept it; the more others tried to stop him, the more he wanted to see what lay ahead.
He did not want to live a mediocre life like this.
As the saying goes, people strive for higher places; he was just an ordinary person pursuing fame and fortune.
What was wrong with that?
He thought it through clearly, yet he still felt a heavy blockage in his heart for some reason.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, then picked up the cigarette in his hand and took a deep drag.
The smoke curled up, filling his vision, hazily outlining his decadent silhouette.
When did he learn to smoke?
It must have been that night after his confession failed.
That was the hardest moment for him; after four years of liking someone, a single confession turned their relationship into something less than mere friends from the beginning.
From strangers to acquaintances, then from acquaintances back to strangers.
He chuckled softly, mocking his own infatuation.
He wondered if she was doing well now, how her work was going, and if she still often went to the movies alone.
How long had it been since they last contacted each other?
He felt awkward, while she never took the initiative.
But how much he missed her, how much he wanted to see her, to talk with her, to listen to her share her thoughts.
Yet he couldn't. He wanted to become better, to become more outstanding. He believed that by then, she would surely belong to him, standing by his side.
Although it was autumn now, the breeze was refreshing and gently calmed the mind. At the same time, it also stirred up hidden sorrows.
He lightly pinched the unburned end of his cigarette and extinguished it. Tossing it carelessly aside, he dusted off his hands and got up to continue gathering useful evidence in Luzhai.
At the moment he stood up, a familiar figure flashed through the corner of his eye.
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