"Why should I believe your one-sided account?"

Qin Hexuan's smile deepened as he stroked Wen Shengsheng's cheek with an overwhelming force that left no room for resistance.

“If Sheng Sheng doesn’t believe me, she can go ask my older brother.”

Wen Shengsheng fell silent, but Qin Hexuan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if mocking himself, and said, "In your eyes, I am truly inferior to my elder brother."

"Don't you know what you are?" Wen Shengsheng said sharply.

Qin Hexuan immediately suppressed his lip, grabbed Wen Shengsheng's neck tightly, and pinned her down.

"I'm good, but my brother is better!"

"Is there any comparison? Qin Hexuan, although you and Qin Hemian are brothers, you are far inferior in terms of character."

"Heh, you've only known each other for a short time—that's not what you said to me back then. You clearly liked me back then, you..." Qin Hexuan stopped abruptly, as if he had thought of something.

Wen Shengsheng pushed Qin Hexuan uncomfortably.

"Wen Shengsheng, when I pretended to be my brother, did you love me or my brother?"

Realizing this, Qin Hexuan's anger surged.

Wen Shengsheng lowered her head and bit his shoulder, the strong taste of blood between her lips and teeth.

He released Wen Shengsheng, frowned, and clutched his shoulder: "Sharp-tongued."

"Likewise."

"Sheng Sheng, you will distance yourself from me in this lifetime."

This time, Qin Hexuan did not stop Wen Shengsheng from leaving. He knew Wen Shengsheng too well; she would rather die than live in dishonor.

But one day, he was determined to shatter this beautiful jade with his own hands and then glue it back together.

Wen Shengsheng went out and dialed Song Xianyin's number, but it took her a long time to answer.

"Xianyin, I..."

"Sheng Sheng, we have already left Beijing. I'm sorry, you can't attend my brother's funeral."

"Where are you? Xianyin, Xianzhou is my fiancé—"

"Sheng Sheng, your engagement is just a verbal agreement, it doesn't count. I'm very busy here, let's leave it at that for now."

The other end of the phone hung up.

Wen Shengsheng felt like the sky had fallen; her fiancé was dead, and her best friend had distanced herself from her.

After returning from the world in the book, it seemed as if she had lost everyone she cared about.

Wen Shengsheng was in a daze, and she covered her face, tears streaming down her face.

In this cold and desolate city of Beijing, it seemed as if she had no place to stand.

"Sheng Sheng!"

Lu Shangchen stood in front of a Bentley and waved arrogantly.

In the past, she would have been afraid of them.

But she has already lost so much, what else is there to be afraid of?

Wen Shengsheng walked over expressionlessly, her eyes red as she stared at Lu Shangchen.

"Sheng Sheng, it's time to come back. Here, the only person you can rely on is me. Get in the car."

He was proud and certain.

Facing him, Wen Shengsheng chuckled softly and got into Lu Shangchen's car.

As soon as he arrived at Lu Shangchen's territory, he couldn't wait to kiss Wen Shengsheng's neck.

"I miss the taste of you so much."

Her eyes were icy cold. Wen Shengsheng did nothing, forced to endure Lu Shangchen's eagerness as he gnawed at her collarbone like a dog.

The man was so moved that he wanted to take her right there and then. Wen Shengsheng, disheveled, stared at the ceiling.

Her hand had already touched the vase on the coffee table.

"Sheng Sheng, I love you so much—" His hand pinched her soft flesh, and the desire in his eyes gradually intensified.

The next second, it seemed about to swallow her whole.

Wen Shengsheng reacted quickly, smashing a vase on Lu Shangchen's head, blood dripping onto her face.

Wen Shengsheng smiled gently, his eyes filled with intense disbelief.

In the end, he fainted on top of her, and Wen Shengsheng pushed Lu Shangchen away in disgust.

She was still holding the vase in her hand, and the murderous intent in her eyes deepened.

If he died—

Wen Shengsheng slowly raised the vase, but the door was kicked open again, and the person who came in snatched the vase from her hand.

Qin Heming, in a wheelchair, appeared from behind. He frowned and looked at Wen Shengsheng's face.