When Mu Xing came to his senses, he was so stunned that he could barely stand.

"Whether you are Mu Xing or Mu Chen, it doesn't really matter to me."

Rong Shang shook her hand as she looked at his disheveled state.

Just as I was getting ready to warm up and give him a good beating,

The man suddenly reached out, grabbed a vase from the shelf behind him, and threw it at him.

Her gaze turned cold, and Rong Chang dodged to the side.

Suddenly, the vase shattered on the ground with a loud crash.

Just then, a hand reached out from behind, and before Rong Shang could react, Mu Xing pulled her over.

As soon as Rong Shang turned around, the man had already raised his other hand and grabbed her neck.

"Shen Qinghuan, you delivered yourself to my door."

Mu Xing's expression twisted as he grabbed Rong Shang's neck and raised his other hand as well.

He put both hands together, wishing he could snap her neck in five seconds.

A feeling of suffocation washed over me in waves.

The woman's face flushed red.

Yet, at this moment, her gaze towards him remained as calm and composed as ever.

Honestly, it would be a lie to say I wasn't shocked.

I saw her again on the night of the Liang family's young master's wedding.

She walked past him arm in arm, and with just one glance, he had an indescribable feeling.

I felt that she had changed a lot.

It's a change from the inside out.

"Shen Qinghuan, go to hell!"

How much do you hate her?

It seems to have started from the moment he learned that she liked him, and from the moment he learned that she had saved his grandmother, which led him to marry her.

I hate her so much, I wish she were dead every day.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have let Liang Man down.

"Shen Qinghuan, do you know how annoying you are?"

Seeing her unable to move under his control, Mu Xing felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Yes, he had been waiting for this moment for so long.

"laugh."

Sensing the man's madness, Rong Shang let out a cold laugh.

Breathing is becoming increasingly difficult.

His face grew increasingly red.

But she...

Just like before, it completely disappeared from his sight a second later.

In that instant, the woman before him seemed to vanish without a trace, turning into a wisp of smoke.

The man had nothing in his hands.

His pupils widened in surprise.

It seemed like shock, it seemed like fear.

"Shen Qinghuan?"

Did he see it wrong?

Mu Xing rubbed his eyes, but when he looked up again, there was still no one in front of him.

In the pitch-black hall, there was no one else but him.

It felt like a dream.

Am I really dreaming?

Mu Xing couldn't help but pat his head.

Just then, a noise came from behind.

Mu Xing was so guilty that he was startled.

"who?"

He turned around and reacted strongly.

Liang Man walked down the stairs with a flashlight in her hand.

When she approached the man, she was surprised to see that he was covered in sweat.

Puzzled, Liang Man frowned.

"Brother Mu Xing, what's wrong?"

Liang Man?

Right, didn't he just run downstairs after hearing the noise?

Because of that little incident, Mu Xing now looks distracted.

Liang Man kept her eyes on him, and when the man looked up, she spoke again, "Brother Mu Xing, is something wrong?"

How can you sweat so much?

Looking at his hands again, they were still trembling.

"No, it's nothing." Mu Xing shook his head.

He pretended to be calm, but in reality he was extremely flustered.

Because he knew.

He wasn't dreaming.

Everything is real.

Just now, Shen Qinghuan really came.

Just now, Shen Qinghuan really disappeared from his sight.