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Since that night, it has been three days, and Qin Guan seems to have not stepped away from the front of the dormitory building even once.
Finally, she decided to turn on her phone.
One hundred and five text messages, all from Song Qinguan.
The phone rang.
A man's voice came through, low and dangerous as he threatened her.
"Are you trying to torment Qin Guan?" Ling Ran asked.
"Don't drink the toast and refuse the punishment; just cut it off cleanly."
"Do you really have to force me like this? I genuinely like him." Wanling felt desperate, as if she were negotiating with a devil.
"You couldn't seduce me, so you went after him, right? Woman, I underestimated you back then." Ling Ran's voice dripped with disdain.
"If I had known you were his uncle, I would never have gotten involved with him. Don't project your filthy thoughts onto others." Wanling shot back coldly.
"Filthy? Ha! There are worse things in my possession. Do you want him to see the recording from that night? Oh, it seems you have a backup too." Wanling could imagine Ling Ran's devilish smile; how could she have ever thought this man was the most handsome she had ever seen?
"Miss Xia Wanling, don't flatter yourself. From what I know of you, you have no right to call me filthy."
She hung up the phone, unable to stop the tears that flowed like a broken dam.
Every time she thought of that night when she met Ling Ran, her heart ached with regret. Why had she listened to her Stepmother's words back then?
At that time, she had just started her freshman year in college. Her father's company, Longsheng Company, was looking to expand into new projects but was struggling with cash flow. He was searching for sponsors to invest in the new venture, while her Stepmother pretended to be busy mingling in social circles to find opportunities for the company.
Out of curiosity, she followed her Stepmother to a cocktail party, not realizing that this decision would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Ling Ran's appearance at the party was entirely unexpected. Since it was hosted by the Ling family, he was merely making an appearance.
Among the elegantly dressed socialites, there was one girl who stood out awkwardly in a light yellow gown, eating food in an unladylike manner. Though not demure, she was undeniably charming, and Ling Ran found himself paying attention to her.
Noticing that the host of the party was smiling at her stepdaughter, Wanling's Stepmother devised a plan.
Wanling had forgotten how her Stepmother orchestrated things, but she remembered that after raising a toast to Ling Ran, he began to smile at her. It wasn't until later, when Ling Ran playfully removed her delicate yellow veil, that she realized she was lying on a soft bed.
As Wanling gazed into those beautiful eyes, tears streamed down her face. The owner of those eyes gently kissed her as if she were a rare treasure. In that moment, Wanling felt that the owner of those eyes was as gentle as water.
However, the next morning felt like a nightmare descending upon her. Her Stepmother entered with someone else and threw a stack of photos onto the bed. She said, "If we accuse Mr. Ling of rape, I wonder if the charges would hold? So, Mr. Ling, shouldn't you help with Longsheng's funding this time?"
The words spoken by her Stepmother plunged Wanling into an abyss from which there was no return. Instinctively, she wanted to shrink toward the man beside her, but he merely smiled disdainfully and pulled the sheet covering her around himself.
"Longsheng has nothing to do with me. I'll take one plate of those tapes for my enjoyment; the rest is up to you," Ling Ran said slowly as he dressed himself, never casting another glance at Wanling.
"Next time, if you use such methods again, choose someone else. This one has already been used, Madam Xia." Ling Ran lifted Stepmother's chin and then sneered contemptuously before slamming the door behind him.
Wanling curled up naked in the corner of the bed. Along with Stepmother had come several men, hired thugs to assist her. Faced with so many men, she felt numbly shameless.
At that moment, Wanling only wanted to curl up even tighter, to hide away from it all, to not face it, to not face it.
Her memories were abruptly interrupted by the sound of pouring rain.
She did not want to recall this memory, one that was neither beautiful nor worth cherishing.
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