Mu Zishan, who was inside, heard the sound and came out. He saw him and the sexy woman leaning against the door frame: "Auntie Lin, let them in."
"Zishan..." Aunt Lin really didn't understand what the two were thinking, so she could only let Zhuo Qiang take the woman to the west room.
Mu Zishan stood outside their door. An hour passed, then two hours passed... She no longer had any hope for the people inside. She returned to the study, sent a message to Danchun, and disappeared overnight.
The next day, Zhuo Qiang woke up and Aunt Lin looked at him anxiously: "Master, Zishan is gone."
"Gone? Where to?" He shook his still confused head and saw the divorce agreement she left behind. "Divorce?"
"Master, you too, why did you bring a woman home last night?" Aunt Lin was very sad.
"I..." Then he remembered the stupid things he had done last night. Slowly, the people in the room came out, and he called Mu Zishan, but no one answered.
In a hurry, he threw his phone and tore up the agreement.
Shan Cong followed Mu Zishan's previous arrangements and moved all his belongings to the courtyard. Zhuo Qiang, standing in the courtyard, asked, "Where the hell did she go? She was with that kid Ouyang Yusheng, right?"
"I don't know about that." Shan Cong asked someone to carefully check everything, and finally handed him the signed divorce agreement. "She gave it to you."
He went back and got a pen and signed his name on it.
Shan Cong took the agreement and handed him a letter: "It seems that you don't love her as much as I thought."
Zhuo Qiang took the letter and said silently: "Loving someone requires a price, why make yourself so tired?" Rather than saying that he no longer loves her, it is better to say that they let go of each other and look for other things in each other.
Shan Cong could not agree with him. At least when Mu Zishan handed him the divorce agreement, it was the first time he saw her so desperate and sad. He loaded all her things into the car and had them stored in the warehouse.
Seeing Zhuo Qiang's indifference, Shan Cong asked, "It seems that you can live comfortably now."
In the empty yard, Zhuo Qiang's heart had turned cold. Mu Zishan's departure had broken his heart, so he did not regret the decision he had made. One day he would prove that her choice was wrong.
On the Eastern European highway, a speeding car passed by, the sea breeze and the water splashed on her face. She would rather torture herself like this than let anyone see her sadness. The car passed through the hills and, in a trance, fell into the valley.
As night fell, she was taken to the hospital. The doctor outside was explaining her condition to the person who brought her there. She was seriously injured, with fractures in her left foot and right arm. Coupled with the fatigue from the past few days, she was still in a coma.
Ouyang Yusheng, who was in China, sat in his office and asked, "Where is she?"
"Sir," the assistant behind him replied, "Miss Mu Zishan went to Europe. There is no news from her yet, but we have sent someone to investigate as soon as possible."
“Several companies under Zhuoqiang have been acquired.”
He stood in front of the French window of a high-rise building, watching the sun rise in the distance, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He had already prepared to set out to find her, but worry and anxiety always lingered.
After a long flight, all the bad news had made him forget his fatigue. After receiving the news from the hospital, Ouyang Yusheng rushed to the hospital.
The people waiting at the hospital took him into Mu Zishan's ward. Seeing her motionless, a chill came over him. He sat beside her and listened carefully to the doctor's instructions. He wanted to take her away from here and return to England.
Three days later, Mu Zishan finally woke up and found herself lying in an unfamiliar room. A nurse passing by carefully checked her physical condition, and footsteps were heard outside.
She saw him, Ouyang Yusheng, the man she had hurt repeatedly in the past: "Why am I here?"
"Of course I brought you here," he said.
"Where is this?"
"U.K."
She knew that this person must have taken her back to his home. But in this situation, all the kindness turned into charity for her. She would rather be alone and not be disturbed by anyone.
Ouyang Yusheng was a little worried when he saw that she was silent, but when he saw that she didn't really want to see him, he turned and left.
In this old house, she recovered quickly and was able to walk normally. She secretly left at night when it was dark.
The housekeeper told him the news. He just stood at the window, looking at her dragging her body, which had not yet fully recovered. Everything had become so unfamiliar: "Send someone to follow."
"yes."
She found a hotel, not wanting to bother anyone, and even reduced her meals from three to one. In her room, she exercised her injured hands and feet.
Ouyang Yusheng's people would deliver various foods to her on time every day, but the next day, they would leave them untouched. Until one day, the innkeeper told them that Mu Zishan had left. She disappeared from everyone's sight once again.
A year later, when almost everyone had forgotten the detective, someone revealed that she appeared in people's sight again on the streets of China.
On a scorching summer day, at a roadside construction site, a thin, long piece of wire suddenly flew toward the crowd. A man suddenly collapsed to the ground, a wire lodged in his chest, embedded in the man's chest by the rapidly rotating force. A nearby person quickly called emergency services, and Mu Zishan approached. Seeing the man lying on the ground, unable to breathe, he examined his chest, retrieved a pen from his pocket, and re-inserted it in the exact spot. Those present were surprised to find the man finally breathing.
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