Before going to sleep, Song Qinghe was still listening to this book. Because the female protagonist in the book had the same name as her, she had made a few harsh comments, saying that the female protagonist was acting like a big shot.

She got all the benefits, and now she's pretending to be innocent.

The incident happened so suddenly that Song Qinghe didn't have time to react. Now that she has, she feels like slapping herself twice.

Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed.

Now things are really messed up; she's become the one who's about to be eaten up and left without offspring. What's she going to do?

Why don't you try hanging yourself and see if you can hang yourself and go back home?

Before Song Qinghe could tie the white silk ribbon around her neck, there was another knock on the door, which was really annoying.

At first, Song Qinghe didn't realize what was going on, but now that she did, she knew that the person outside was none other than the original owner's plagued fiancé, Sun Zhiyuan.

He is also one of the female lead Song Yaoyao's simps, and his visit to her door to make a scene about breaking off the engagement may not have been without Song Yaoyao's instigation.

Song Yaoyao was genuinely afraid that the original owner would live on. Of course, the original owner was an obstacle on her path to having no descendants, so she naturally wished for the original owner to die.

It would be best for her to commit suicide; that way, she wouldn't bear any responsibility.

Suddenly, Song Qinghe didn't want to die anymore. If she really died, wouldn't that make her loved ones grieve and her enemies rejoice? She might as well live on and see what the situation was like.

Sun Zhiyuan continued knocking on the door, as if he wouldn't give up until she came out.

"Qinghe, I know you are deeply in love with me, and so am I."

“I know that no matter what I do, I can’t make up for it, so I don’t dare to hope for anything. I just want to try my best to make amends, so I specially used my connections to change your assignment from being sent down to the countryside.”

"As long as you're willing to compromise, I can wait for you to come back!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghe stepped forward and opened the door: "What does 'being sent down to the countryside' mean?"

"You don't know yet? That's right, your uncle and aunt have been taken away by the committee. The higher-ups have decided to send them to a farm for reform."

"Qinghe, as their child, of course you should go too!"

Sun Zhiyuan spoke with absolute certainty, as if he were Song Qinghe's savior, and that she should remember his kindness and be grateful.

Song Qinghe quietly sized him up for a moment: "You dare to get involved in something like this?"

Just now, he kept saying he was afraid of being implicated and that he had to listen to his family's instructions.

Then she pulled this trick on herself. She really suspected that Sun Zhiyuan had something up his sleeve. She wasn't the pampered young lady who was raised by her family and was ignorant of the ways of the world.

Song Qinghe earned her wealth through hard work; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to accumulate over 100 million yuan in just a few years and buy a fully furnished villa in downtown Shanghai, simply to have a home for herself.

Now the house is gone, destroyed, and might even become a haunted house in the future.

Just thinking about it gives Song Qinghe the urge to eat people.

Sun Zhiyuan was startled by Song Qinghe's gaze and couldn't help but take a step back, looking at her awkwardly: "I didn't dare to do it originally, but Yao Yao asked me to help you out, so it wouldn't be in vain that we have a marriage agreement."

"After all, an engaged couple is still a couple, so I've done my part for you."

"Qinghe, I've done my best, so please don't make things difficult for me. Look, here's your household registration book. I've already made arrangements for your trip to the countryside, and I won't let you suffer any losses."

After saying that, he handed over a household registration booklet.

Song Qinghe was skeptical, but after taking it and examining it carefully, she realized that taking the risk of registering a new household at this critical juncture was no easy task.

Does he really have that much ability?

She always felt there was something fishy going on, and who knew, maybe she had dug a hole for herself.

Before Song Qinghe could even understand what was happening, a petite figure rushed over and snatched it—