"None of you should make a move, just stay quiet and watch."

As he spoke, Sheng Xiping took two steps forward and came to stand in front of Sun Yunpeng and Du Jiabin.

"You two, with your despicable behavior, dare to yell at me?" Sheng Xiping sneered.

In their past lives, those two bastards, one was stabbed to death, and the other had his manhood kicked so badly that he developed a chronic illness.

They were just defeated opponents; Sheng Xiping really didn't take them seriously.

"What the hell? Sheng Xiping, you dare to insult us?" Before Sun Yunpeng could react, Du Jiabin jumped out first.

Sheng Xiping stared at Du Jiabin, clenching his fist so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

The worst thing was this bastard. It wasn't until many years later that Sheng Xiping learned that the conflict back then was instigated by this guy.

Du Jiabin also had his eye on Zhou Qinglan, but he didn't dare to compete with Sun Yunpeng.

So he stirred things up, deliberately fanning the flames, wanting Sun Yunpeng and Sheng Xiping to fight each other, so that they would both be injured and Du Jiabin could reap the benefits.

Just as he wished, Sun Yunpeng died, and Sheng Xiping was imprisoned.

Two young men fought over Zhou Qinglan, resulting in one dying and the other being imprisoned, ruining Zhou Qinglan's reputation and future.

Zhou Qinglan was just a nineteen-year-old girl whose reputation was ruined, whose future was hopeless, and who was constantly being criticized by others.

Adding to the accusations from the Sheng family, the disappointment of her parents, and the insults and frantic retaliation from the Sun family, Zhou Qinglan could no longer see the road ahead.

She wanted to leave, to leave this heartbreaking place.

But in those days, how could one simply leave as one pleased? Even if she did leave, where could she go?

In the end, Zhou Qinglan chose a path of no return.