The car had already driven a hundred meters when Song Xijiao asked the driver to turn around.

Double standard dog.

He's so mad!

He's so mad!

"Mr. Song, are you back to work overtime again?"

The lady at the front desk is a college graduate this year. Her name is Lan Shu. She always wears a high ponytail and has a round face. She is very cute.

"No, I came back to get the documents."

Zhao Hairong's office was at the elevator entrance, turn right, and it was the third room. Along with the sound of tables, chairs and benches being thrown, the sound of a fierce quarrel also reached her ears. She took off her high heels, held them in her hands, and slowly approached.

"Dad, don't... admit... my mom's... evidence..."

"Shut up."

"Okay, I can keep it secret. Just transfer the company to my name, otherwise..."

Thirty years later, Zhao Hairong once again felt the "knife" of his own son's words, a knife stabbing into his heart. The blows were not fatal, but they were painful.

"Don't you have any idea of your own worth? The company gave it to you, but how long can it keep running?"

“…”

This father and son are really a perfect match, as if they were cut from the same mold.

She came here just to make things difficult for Zhao Hairong. If he was blocked too much in one day, he would suffocate.

She'll come again tomorrow.

As soon as he turned around, Zhao Ruobin's emotions reached a new level, and what he said was like a bolt from the blue for her.

"Dad, you really want Big Sister to know that 23 years ago, my mom hired someone to kill your ex-wife's parents in order to force you to divorce her. My mom tried to test your attitude, but you said, a girl's death is her death, so my mom..."

"My mother is the mastermind, and you are an accomplice. I bet if my eldest sister knew, she would hate you to death and send you both to jail..."

"And grandma, she died a long time ago. You've been lying to me all along... You're an adopted child of your grandparents, hahahaha."

"Dad, we are father and son. Look, we are the same, just as hypocritical, selfish and cruel... Even grandma's death... was caused by you..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Don't you dare provoke me."

“Crackle…”

Zhao Hairong smashed the office into pieces, and Zhao Ruobin stood by trembling.

Song Xijiao bit her lips tightly with her teeth, her head buzzing as Zhao Ruobin's words echoed in her mind. Every word, every sentence was like a bullet piercing her heart, spinning in her heart.

There was a sourness and dull pain in her throat, like a raging fire burning her heart, so painful that even breathing hurt.

She was afraid of the answer.

She was afraid that what Zhao Ruobin said was true.

In the paused recording, Zhao Ruobin and Zhao Hairong were still arguing.

Those words kept echoing in her mind and she felt dizzy. She held on to the handrail and wanted to get up, but she felt even more dizzy. The things in front of her eyes were spinning rapidly, sometimes left, sometimes right. She pressed the false button three times, and the last time, she found the real button and used all her strength, but the elevator still didn't move.

No…no…I can’t…

I can't let Zhao Hairong see me.

When she saw the words "Emergency Exit", she clenched the high heels that she had just unpacked yesterday and which were now covered with nail marks from her pinching.

Regardless of whether the stairs were clean or not, he ran down with one heavy step and one light step.

Nine.

"Bang..."

eight.

The father and son heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground and came out to check. Yang Peifeng was squatting on the ground picking up the documents.

"I forgot my glasses and bumped into the wall."

"Oh, that was a pretty bad crash."

"No...it's okay."

Yang Peifeng stood up with the help of the wall, and before leaving, he glanced at the father and son out of the corner of his eye.

seven.

six.

On the last step, she twisted her ankle and held it tightly. The pain made her face wrinkle up and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the stairs.

what to do?

what to do?

She endured the pain, climbed up, held her right foot, held the handrail of the stairs, moved... rolled... crawled... jumped...

Go to the first floor.

First floor.

First floor.

She opened the car door and let the cold air flow into the car, which sobered her up.

Hiding in a dark corner, hugging my knees, covering my head, and crying bitterly.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

how?

Is there anything more painful than losing one's life?

A pair of hands stroked her soft hair, she felt the warmth from his shoulders, she put her head on his chest, and through his heart, she heard her own heartbeat.

"Song Xijiao."

"Um."

"I...seem...to have found...you."

"Um."

"Let's... go home... okay?"

"Pei...Zhi...Ting..."

Pei Zhiting paused, "I'm here."

"Pei Zhiting, I'm in so much pain."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

"Go home and I'll treat you."

Pei Zhiting picked her up, held her in his arms, opened the car door for her, and put her in the back seat.

After raising the temperature inside the car to a suitable level, Pei Zhiting started the car.

She raised her head. It was the light of a street lamp, shining on the curb, round and white, it was...

Light.

She rubbed her eyes and called out tentatively.

"Pei Zhiting?"

"I am here."

She laughed in the dark, very loudly.

"Pei Zhiting, let's go home!"

"Okay, let's go home."

Xu Yanzhou was not on night shift, so Cao Anlan asked him to have dinner with her. They had a lot in common, but they were calm and there was no passion, not even excessive demands.

It's completely peaceful and stable.

He doubted his sexual orientation and wondered if he developed this lifestyle because of Song Xijiao. He didn't know.

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