Shen Shuyuan followed him for a few steps with a blank expression, like a walking corpse being led by him.

suddenly.

She stopped.

"Let me go, I have no way out. Going back will only lead to my death."

"No, I'll ask the police to treat you leniently," Shen Jiarui tried to steer her back on track.

Shen Shuyuan looked at the incredibly stupid man in front of her with her aloof and cold eyes: "Shen Jiarui, don't you hate me? I deceived you and took advantage of you."

Shen Jiarui shook his head: "Rather than hating, I'd rather reflect on my own shortcomings."

Shen Shuyuan turned her head away, unable to look Shen Jiarui in the eye any longer.

His naivety and kindness were, in her opinion, the most foolish things in the world.

"Compared to Shen Jinmo, you're pretty pathetic. After all, if it were him, the moment he saw me again, I would have been doomed. But you..."

A deep, unfathomable smile played on Shen Shuyuan's lips.

He reached for a wine bottle on the coffee table with his left hand.

Before Shen Jiarui could react...

A bottle was smashed hard on Shen Jiarui's head.

The bottle broke.

Glass shattered everywhere.

Thick blood flowed down Shen Jiarui's forehead.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed his consciousness.

He took a few steps back and collapsed shakily onto the floor.

A look of utter disappointment followed Shen Shuyuan.

Shen Shuyuan walked past him with an air of aloofness and left without looking back.

As the door to the private room opened, the outside lights poured in, stinging his eyes.

The figure left resolutely, never looking back.

Leave the club.

Shen Shuyuan stood on the deserted street.

Drunk men kept approaching her, trying to take her home: "Hey girl, you're pretty. Come on, come home with me and have some fun."

She seemed to have become the cheapest commodity, defiled by men with lewd gazes.

She used to be the eldest daughter of the Shen family.

None of these people dared to get even a fraction closer to her.

Now, there's nothing left.

He pulled out a utility knife from his person and stabbed the drunkards viciously.

The frightened drunkards all ran away and dared not provoke them again.

Clutching the knife in her hand, Shen Shuyuan took out her phone and looked at the number in her contacts—a number she had once sworn she would never dial.

Despite her lack of backbone, Shen Shuyuan still dialed the number.

They had abandoned her.

Now she can only shamelessly beg them to take her out of the swamp.

After the call was connected.

A black luxury sedan was parked on the side of the road. The driver got out of the car respectfully and opened the door for her.

She glanced back.

Completely abandoning the dirty and sorrowful past, she resolutely got into that black car.

Luo Wuyan and her friends parted ways after their party.

Passing by Shen Jiarui's private room.

Seeing Shen Jiarui lying on the floor of the private room, covered in blood, crawling on the ground, struggling to get up.

Luo Wuyan first sent away a few friends, then entered the private room alone.

Shen Jiarui sat dejectedly on the ground, covered in blood, with shards of glass embedded in his hands and legs.

He was completely different from the glamorous second young master of the Shen family on ordinary days.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was deathly pale.

Luo Wuyan leaned against the door of the private room, quietly watching him: "Oh, that's pretty miserable."

She already knew the details of Shen Shuyuan and his affair from Lu Zhiwei.

Shen Jiarui glanced at Luo Wuyan at the door, then turned his head away, his pride so strong, and said, "If you're here to laugh at me, then go ahead and watch all you want today, then get out."

Luo Wuyan crossed her arms and said, "I really want to see you make a fool of yourself. A brainless idiot like you deserves to be bullied like this by a woman."

"Luo Wuyan, you've never loved anyone, what right do you have to judge me?"

Shen Jiarui roared, his eyes wide with grief and desolation.

For a moment, she even felt a little sorry for this fool.

His head was bleeding continuously.

Luo Wuyan walked over and asked, "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"No need, I'd rather die in pain here than have you take me."

“But I have a compassionate heart, and I won’t stand by and watch someone die.” Luo Wuyan squatted down and offered her back to him.

Shen Jiarui sat on the ground, stunned, staring at her back: "What are you doing?"

"I'll carry you out."

Shen Jiarui: "What a joke! Me, the second young master of the Shen family, do I need a woman to carry me?"

He, a grown man, was carried out by a woman.

Does the second young master of the Shen family have no shame?

"Stop talking nonsense, stop dawdling like a woman." Luo Wuyan forcefully grabbed his hand and hooked it on her shoulder, then suddenly stood up.

And just like that, he easily carried Shen Jiarui, who was over six feet tall, on his back.

Shen Jiarui was suspended in mid-air at the time, feeling as if he had been hit in the head and was hallucinating.

"Are you... sure you're not a man?" Shen Jiarui once again fell into self-doubt.

“I’m a man,” Luo Wuyan teased him deliberately.

Shen Jiarui shook his head: "Then what was it that I touched on you that day?"

One sentence immediately enraged Luo Wuyan.

Shen Jiarui was thrown back onto the sofa over his shoulder.

"Just die here. I'm really not worth my time."

Luo Wuyan threatened to leave, and Shen Jiarui followed her with a limp, saying, "Why are you so temperamental, woman? You get angry so easily."

Luo Wuyan had called a designated driver in advance.

Luo Wuyan opened the car door and got in, and Shen Jiarui shamelessly climbed in as well: "If you're going to do a good deed, do it to the end."

Luo Wuyan gave him a cold glance and instructed the driver to start the car.

For the first time, Shen Jiarui carefully observed Luo Wuyan's facial features.

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