"Jingmin, if you're mentally ill, go see a doctor!"

"How can someone who cheats and has an affair be so brazen?"

"Why don't you just hold a press conference and sing your praises about your great affair?"

What happened in the hospital lobby just now was like putting Chu Wuyang on a hot seat.

She didn't even dare to look at the faces of the people around her.

The gossip came crashing down on her like a tidal wave, and her soul felt as if it had been burned away.

So the first thing to do after getting on the bus

She couldn't hold back and exploded.

Jingmin's face quickly became red and swollen.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek, raised his hand, and slowly touched his cheek, his fingertips tinged with blood.

He glanced down at the smear of blood, then slowly looked up at the hand that had slapped him.

Her nails were long and sharp, trembling with lingering anger.

When Chu Wuyang met his gaze, she instantly recoiled as if burned, pressing herself against the car window, her eyes filled with defensiveness.

Jing Min suddenly chuckled softly, as if mocking himself.

"That old charlatan was right."

Not long ago, Boyifang rebuilt and opened for business in Haicheng, but no date was set. Yan Zhou suggested that they consult a feng shui master.

He did not object.

After all, that's a fresh start.

Deep down, there's something I'm actually hoping for.

Who knew that the charlatan would start talking nonsense whenever he saw him?

What I said was to tell him to be careful lately and not to attract any romantic attention.

They say that peach blossoms carry thorns, that he is destined to bring misfortune, and that he will not only suffer financial loss but also bloodshed.

He looked over coldly at the time.

No bloodshed or disaster has been seen yet.

But spending so much money to hire a charlatan to spout nonsense is definitely a waste of money.

He glanced at Yan Zhou.

I don't know if he's been confused lately or if his professional skills have declined, but he actually dared to hire a charlatan to fool him.

Even if he wasn't entirely an atheist, he still knew that peach blossoms had no thorns.

Even if there are thorns, as long as it's what he wants, even if it means getting his hands covered in blood, he'll pull them all out for her.

Yan Zhou felt a chill run down his spine from the glare and quickly pulled the man out, afraid that the man's words might really anger him.

But before they had taken more than a few steps, the door was pushed open again.

"President Jing..."

Yan Zhou coughed.

"That old gentleman seems...to be quite accurate. You should still keep an eye on him,"

He looked up from behind the computer, his gaze impatient and scrutinizing, his voice cold and clear.

"Since it's so accurate..."

His fingertips tapped the table repeatedly, the sound low and dangerous.

"Why don't you just transfer your eight-figure annual salary to him and let him calculate the stock market trend for you next week, and also see which stock will hit the daily limit up?"

Yan Zhou fell silent and withdrew.

Now, he looked at Chu Wuyang, her cheeks flushed with anger, her eyes shimmering with a hint of moisture.

She looked at him with fear and wariness, like a frightened kitten.

That's not a thorny flower.

She's clearly a little pet with a bad temper; when she's well-behaved, she's adorable, but when she throws a tantrum, she's infuriating yet impossible to deal with.

She can get angry, scratch people, and if she gets really upset, she can bite them to death.

But like a madman, knowing it would hurt, he still kept reaching out to touch it, seemingly oblivious to his own mistakes.

"As you wish"

He turned and sat up straight, no longer looking at her.

He took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and slowly wiped the still-dry blood from his cheek.

The shirt collar was neat and crisp, with only a faint glimpse of gauze visible on the side of the neck when the wearer moved slightly.

It's not very obvious.

Chu Wuyang noticed his quiet demeanor and sensed something was amiss. Her tone tightened involuntarily as she asked warily.

"……What's the meaning?"

Jingmin had already closed his eyes, his hands folded on his lap, and he leaned quietly against the back seat with his back straight.

His brows furrowed with fatigue; he had been up all night.

I rushed to the company meeting this morning, and my neck was bleeding quite a bit.

He felt dizzy and his body was severely exhausted.

As he leaned back, the lines of his long, slender neck were clearly visible, and the collar of his shirt had dropped slightly, revealing most of the gauze bandaging his wound.

It looks like it's quite large.

Chu Wuyang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She remembered that she had made a fatal incision, but she didn't know how deep it went.

All I remember is the rush of blood, the stench filling my mouth.

He even swallowed some of it.

But the slight pang of guilt she had just felt quickly vanished when she saw the carefully tailored suit he was wearing.

It has completely dissipated.

The suit, collar, and bow tie were all matching; even the hairstyle was meticulously styled.

She had no idea that anyone would dress like they were on a fashion show for work, an outfit clearly tailor-made for a pre-planned "performance."

He dressed like that on purpose.

He cultivated an image of dignified composure and impeccable perfection, then contrasted it with her disheveled and helpless state.

He didn't even need to say a word; people would automatically assume that it was this shameless woman who seduced him.

After all, the two women looked completely different; any man who wasn't blind would never be attracted to her.

She was naturally exposed, and her shameful identity was caught in a media storm; the sheer volume of criticism was enough to drown her.

It seems that this is why he insists on clinging to her; he not only wants to humiliate her himself but also wants the public to participate in humiliating her.

The first dance caused his body to tremble with yang energy.

"Jingmin, you shameless scumbag! All I did was dump you, didn't you know what kind of person you are? You disgust me to death! The best thing I ever did in my life was dumping you!"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening.

"It's a pity I didn't aim that bullet a little better back then, otherwise you wouldn't be alive to come back and annoy me."

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