"uncle……"
The girl's broken, delicate cries touched a nerve in the man.
He grabbed the girl's slender neck from behind, his movements becoming increasingly rough and barbaric, as if the girl between his legs was merely a plaything for him to vent his desires on.
Be gentle...
Su Yu twisted her neck, her shimmering eyes pleadingly looking behind her at the well-dressed man in a sharp suit.
His handsome, sculpted face was tinged with lust, and the moment his dark eyes met hers, disgust and ruthlessness filled his gaze.
She was as if she were filthy, worthless trash.
Su Yu's heart sank.
She always knew that she was his only flaw, the only imperfection in his perfect, godlike self.
He hated her for defiling him.
...
Inside the carriage, the ambiguous atmosphere had not completely dissipated.
Song Sinan puffed out a cloud of smoke, looking down disdainfully at the girl who had fallen to the ground.
Her clothes barely covered her body, her hair clung to her cheeks, and her lipstick was smudged, making her look like a withered plum blossom crushed by frost.
Seeing her disheveled state and injury, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure.
Under the man's disdainful gaze, Su Yu's hands trembled as she fastened the buttons. Her flushed face drooped lower and lower, tormented by an overwhelming sense of shame that brought her to the brink of collapse.
"Uncle, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I'm sorry!"
If time could turn back to that night, she would never have taken advantage of his vulnerability while he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol and actively provoked him.
She not only tarnished his reputation but also dragged herself into the mire, now burdened with the stigma and shackles of immorality and being a third party.
Actually, they could have ended things before he even had a fiancée and was ready to get married; it was just that he wouldn't let her go.
He deliberately made her suffer the torment of her conscience, tormenting her.
Song Sinan took a drag of his cigarette, looking indifferently at the girl's tears, his tone icy: "Why should I let you have it easy?"
It's just a toy.
After being defiled by Su Yu, his niece whom he had raised, Song Sinan's values and morals had long since collapsed.
He was once so self-disciplined, but now he's just as degenerate.
...
I remember Su Yu was adopted by Sister Song Sinan...
Thinking about this incident, I became more and more convinced of my intuition: Song Sinan and Su Yu, uncle and nephew, were committing immoral acts.
However, Song Sinan was already engaged.
My fiancée is a perfect match for the Song family; she's a well-bred lady, the kind of outstanding and perfect woman I fantasized about in high school, the kind of woman my crush should be matched with…
Ugh, what a mess this is!
Ji Yan is the same; he's married to Wen Yu, but he's still having affairs.
"Our Brother Fu is the best!"
I turned my head and kissed Fu Yanshen's cheek.
Meeting his intense gaze, I regretted kissing him again, got up and sat opposite him, no longer daring to flirt with him.
Back home, we started focusing on health and wellness.
Fu Yanshen cooked two servings of herbal soup, one for me and one for him.
It was terribly bitter, and every time I finished drinking it, he would immediately give me a piece of rock sugar to relieve the bitterness.
After showering, we soak our feet together for twenty minutes, and then go to bed promptly at 10:30 pm.
*
On the phone, my father still refused to give me the household registration book. I tidied myself up and planned to go to his workplace to find him, but Fu Yanshen stopped me.
"Trying to steal the household registration book again?" the man asked with a doting smile.
Back when I insisted on marrying him, his bodyguard, despite everyone's objections, I also stole his household registration book.
"No, Dad told me to go get it." I told a white lie.
Fu Yanshen lowered his eyes and glanced at me, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Don't try to fool me. Secretary Ye is testing my sincerity as his future son-in-law. I've already made an appointment with him beforehand; I'm going to propose marriage to him today."
"You don't need any further testing. Your father just doesn't want me to get married."
"If it were my daughter, I wouldn't be able to bear it either."
I crossed my arms and looked at him leisurely. "Then I'd better have a son. If I have a daughter, won't she compete with me for my affection?"
Fu Yanshen's eyes darkened, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked disgusted. "Having a brat born, isn't he also competing with me for my affection?"
"No, you are my most beloved eldest son."
Fu Yanshen was stunned for a moment, then, after realizing what I meant, he ruffled my newly permed French waves hard and said, "You dog Qiaoqiao, you're taking advantage of me."
"Fu Yanshen!" I kicked his shin in an annoyance. "I have to attend a banquet tonight!"
"I'm going to have a son, so he can compete with you for your affection and force you to love me more!"
Amidst the commotion, I pushed Fu Yanshen out the door.
...
At the banquet, I wore a red velvet evening gown and had my hair in long, wavy curls, and I sat next to my mother, Ouyang.
She learned that I was her biological daughter.
The guests were shocked, and when they realized that my father was Ye Qizheng, they looked at me with even more awe.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao is actually Ouyang's biological daughter!"
"She's not surnamed Sheng anymore, she's surnamed Ye! Secretary Ye and Ouyang are married for the first time, and they have a precious daughter from that marriage!"
"Heavens, it's the Ye family!"
I became the center of attention, with people constantly coming up to toast me, offering compliments and flattery, as if I had returned to a long, long time ago when I was still the eldest daughter of the Sheng family.
However, compared to before, I no longer have the vanity that Ms. Dai manipulated. Even if I were no longer the daughter of the Ye family or the daughter of Asia's richest man, I would remain calm and composed.
After being reborn and experiencing so much, I've come to understand one thing: I am who I am.
Instead of being devastated and unable to go on living after finding out she was a fake heiress...
Now, I have my true self.
"Our Qiaoqiao is even more beautiful and elegant than she was two years ago!" The graceful Aunt Yao, holding a champagne glass, walked towards my mother and me, looked me over, and praised me loudly.
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