Big capitalists are quick and efficient at controlling public opinion. In less than two minutes, let alone five, all the rumors about me and Muye were completely deleted.
Moreover, it's the entire internet.
"Ha, a greenhorn. Redemption? Loyalty? He doesn't deserve it."
Fu Yanshen stood facing me in the sunlight in front of the French windows, glancing at me from afar with an extremely sarcastic and disdainful tone.
Seeing his arrogant attitude when he mentioned Makino, I really wanted to slap him.
Makino was the one who pushed me forward during the darkest moment of my life, slowly pulling me out of the abyss. He didn't abandon me when I hit rock bottom.
How can he not deserve the words "never leave or forsake"?
Fu Yanshen has never empathized with me or tried to understand my feelings, which is why he is so arrogant and disdainful.
He only knows how to take from me by force.
I glanced at him indifferently, and just as I was about to get up, another trending topic about me caught my attention.
#Sheng Qiaoqiao's ex-husband holding an umbrella#
Furthermore, this topic is even related to Fu Yanshen.
In the video, the night lights are as bright as day, and a tall, upright man in a suit walks on a wet, bright red carpet, holding a black umbrella.
When he got to me, he leaned forward slightly, stretched out his arm and held the umbrella over me, while most of his body was immersed in the rain.
And I, holding Makino's hand, left under his umbrella without any gratitude.
In the scene, Fu Yanshen turned around and looked at my back. A trace of loneliness and hurt flashed in his deep black eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his pale hand gripped the umbrella handle tightly.
On the live stream, netizens commented: "Is this the ex-husband's way of getting back his wife after a long separation?"
Netizens are just as love-struck as I used to be; a single disapproving look from a jerk can break their hearts, which they call a heartbroken, affectionate gaze.
If they knew that Fu Yanshen later used coercion to take me away, and then secretly sneaked into my bedroom and climbed into my bed, would they still dare to talk?
I casually retweeted this Weibo post using my main account: We're strangers now, don't ship us, have something good to eat, everyone! (smiling face)
I put down my phone, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
While I was brushing my teeth, I heard a "thud" from the bedroom, like something being smashed.
I have no idea what's gotten into him this time.
A while later, just after I finished washing my face, the bathroom door was pushed open forcefully.
In the mirror, the man's dark blue silk robe was open, revealing a terrifying, centipede-like scar on his fair chest, with growths at the top.
It is about 20 centimeters down from the center of the sternum.
He's had open-chest surgery!
The reason I know this so clearly is because "Dad," his biological father, had heart bypass surgery two years ago, which was also open-chest surgery, leaving him with a scar similar to his.
Could it be that Fu Yanshen also has a heart condition?
No, in my past life, I regularly reminded him and dragged him to get physical checkups. Apart from having a bad stomach, his heart function was stronger than that of the average person.
I froze, my gaze slowly moving upwards until it met the man's thin, pale face.
He was looking at me too.
In its deep-set eye sockets, a pair of dark eyes stared straight at me, as if watching and observing my reaction without blinking.
What kind of reaction does he want from me?
Feel sorry for him? Pity him? Comfort him?
Will you turn around and humiliate me for being delusional, and then turn around and throw yourself into Shi Jin's arms?
I coldly looked away, leaned closer to the mirror, and stared at a small pimple that had just appeared on the corner of my mouth from staying up late and drinking.
"Ouch... another scar." I muttered to myself, picked up the aloe vera gel, and gently applied it.
I deliberately made him understand that no matter how badly he was hurt, in my eyes it was nothing compared to a pimple that had appeared on the corner of my mouth.
I now seal my heart with cement to him.
At that moment, a low, oppressive aura approached. The man forcefully wrapped his arm around my waist from behind, and with his other hand, he reached in front of me, grabbed my chin, and forced me to face his reflection in the mirror.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, don't you have anything you want to ask?" the man asked through gritted teeth in a low voice.
In the mirror, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his gaze was fixed on me, filled with complex emotions.
It seemed to contain a hint of hurt, a pleading tone, and a sliver of expectation.
"No." I hardened my heart and poured cold water on his enthusiasm.
In an instant, his eyes seemed to blaze with fury, his eye sockets turned bloodshot, and he became bloodthirsty and terrifying.
I could feel his violent emotions. The next second, the man released my waist, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced me to the ground.
Enraged by my indifference, he tried to force himself on me again.
I was forced to bend over and lie face down on the sink, my chin almost hitting the silver faucet.
A chill ran down my lower body.
I raised my chin, looking at him mockingly in the mirror. "Besides these lewd tricks, what else can you do? You used to have a great physique that could arouse me, but now... you're skin and bones, it's disgusting."
As I spoke, I deliberately glanced at his chest.
"Sheng, Qiao, Qiao!"
He was indeed provoked by me. He turned me around, grabbed my neck with his thumb and forefinger, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.
I stared at him fearlessly, ready to die for him.
Breathing became increasingly difficult, but I still didn't even flinch.
I've died twice already, so this little storm is nothing to me.
The space, neither too big nor too small, was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension. His expression grew increasingly fierce, his eyes increasingly turbulent, and my breathing became increasingly labored.
Finally, a large gulp of fresh air rushed in, and I choked and coughed incessantly.
Fu Yanshen finally let go.
He slammed the door and left.
The frosted glass door was slammed shut with a loud bang, and the glass almost shattered.
I squatted on the ground, breathing heavily, and it took me a while to regain a smooth breathing rhythm.
When I got back to the bedroom, I heard the doorbell ringing incessantly, accompanied by knocking on the door.
Fu Yanshen had already changed into dress pants and a white shirt. On the sofa next to him was a black briefcase he had brought, which contained his clothes.
He picked up his bag and walked out of the outer room without even glancing at me.
It's finally time to roll away.
"Ah Shen!"
A moment later, the front door opened, and I heard a long-lost female voice.
Shi Jin.
I walked confidently to the entrance.
"Ah Shen, are you crazy? You were caught in the rain last night! You can't even move around much now!"
At the doorway, Shi Jin faced Fu Yanshen, her voice excited and her eyes full of concern. As she spoke, she reached out and touched his forehead.
"You have a fever!" Her voice trembled with heartache and tears.
Two years have passed, and apart from looking a little haggard, she hasn't changed much.
His deep anxiety and worry for Fu Yanshen were evident in his words.
"Miss Shi, please, keep your man in check and don't let him cause trouble outside." I crossed my arms, leaned against the door frame, and looked at the long-time lovers outside, speaking sarcastically.
Shi Jin then looked at me, "You, how could you say that about A Shen? He—"
With a loud "bang!", I slammed the heavy front door shut.
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