The sharp edge of the paper grazed her skin, causing a slight sting.
"You trust him that much?"
"What kind of good person do you think Yang Jinchu is?"
Chu Wuyang squatted down, her fingers trembling as she picked up the scattered papers on the ground.
With just a fleeting glance, she felt her blood rush back to the head, her mind went blank, and everything went black.
Jing Min looked down at him, a cold smile on his face as if he were delivering a verdict.
"You didn't expect that, did you?"
"The childhood friend and good brother you trusted is the one who betrayed you the most."
"After we separated a few years ago, he arranged for Yunyang to be sent to my side, to hypnotize you, and to erase your memory of saving me."
"Five years ago, he encouraged Jin Xian to sign a contract to go to T country, and then colluded with Old Master Jin to set a trap for Jin Xian, forcing you to go and save him... As a result, you fell into Old Master Jin's clutches."
"Which case, which one, wasn't his doing?"
He approached, half-squatting in front of her, his gaze piercing, his words like knives.
"He's also involved in the murder of our child!"
Chu Wuyang knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face. The papers scattered on the ground were like sharp blades, each page filled with bloody facts, leaving her with no way to refute them.
What Jingmin said is all true.
She stubbornly believed that Yang Jinchu wouldn't really want to harm her.
But these past hurts are unforgivable, no matter what.
The next moment, Jing Min reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, his voice as low as a devil's whisper against her ear.
"There's one more thing you absolutely cannot accept,"
"Lin Yuebai's mysterious boyfriend has been identified; it's Yang Jinchu."
boom--!
Like a thunderbolt striking the ear,
Chu Wuyang was startled, raised her head, and looked blank and unfocused.
How could this be?
This means that the person who has been secretly helping Lin Yuebai gain a foothold in the Chu family, taking her place as her rightful older sister, and seizing her father's shares is him!
It turns out he was the knife hidden deepest inside, the biggest and most ruthless backstabber!
Just now, she at least clung to a sliver of hope that she could escape, proving that she was still alive.
But at this moment, this last hope was shattered by the person he trusted most, as if his soul had been drained away, leaving him withered into an empty shell.
Jingmin looked at her, tears silently streaming down his face, yet he seemed lost and lifeless, like a puppet.
In that instant, the pain in his chest was no less than when she shot him through the heart years ago, tearing open his deepest wound.
He suddenly tightened his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace, as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones and cut away the other person from her heart.
A low, husky voice brushed past my ear, each word carrying a commanding obstinacy.
"Don't be sad for him, don't shed tears for him... don't go with him."
He seemed determined to completely erase the person from her memory.
He kissed away her tears frantically.
Chu Wuyang's fingertips gripped his clothes, like a drowning person finally grabbing a piece of driftwood, and she instinctively returned the kiss with a desperate force.
At that moment, Jingmin felt her response.
A primal excitement surged from deep within my chest.
He suddenly scooped her up in his arms and practically strode into the bedroom.
As she was pressed onto the soft bed, her back suddenly trembled as something hard pressed against it.
Jing Min's lips were cool as they slowly traveled down her neck, leaving a burning sensation.
Chu Wuyang felt a tingling sensation run through her body, her mind went blank as if she were drunk, and she subconsciously turned her head away.
In a daze, I saw a bright red bed sheet in front of me, surrounded by a sea of roses as hot as fire.
Her hand had somehow grasped the uncomfortable object; she twisted it with her fingertips, and her palm opened up.
It's nuts...and also red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds.
In that instant, she realized,
The room's decor didn't seem random; it exuded a strange, almost ritualistic atmosphere.
However, Chu Wuyang didn't think much of it, simply regarding it as another manifestation of male possessiveness.
The day before yesterday, Xie Zhaolin gave her a rose, and he filled her room with roses;
She and Yang Jinchu were eating steak at a restaurant, and he insisted on serving the same blood-red platter.
She ate a bowl of longan and lotus seed sweet soup, and he then had the entire bed covered with longan and lotus seeds.
Their clothes had long since fallen away, and their breaths were filled with each other's scent.
As she floated and sank, Chu Wuyang no longer had the strength to struggle.
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