Feng Mingshu couldn't help but grasp the paperweight, but after a moment he let go and looked up at Qian Eryong, saying, "You don't need to return it to me, just donate it to the Children and Teenagers Foundation."
Qian Eryong looked on in astonishment: "You're going to donate all of this?"
If she has already lost something, can she really keep it if she brings it back to her?
Besides, Qian Eryong said he wanted to return her things, so didn't he have other intentions?
She was too lazy to speculate, but she knew one thing for sure: when you don't have the strength to protect yourself, the more wealth you have, the greater the disaster will be.
She realized this too late. If she had understood this fifteen years ago and handed over all the family's property in advance, would her family still be alive today, instead of leaving her all alone?
“Young lady, times have changed. Money makes you stand tall. If you donate it all, no one will thank you…”
Qian Eryong tried to persuade her, but she interrupted him: "I don't need your thanks. You took the things, and I didn't expect to get them back. You can donate if you want, and I can't do anything to you if you don't. That's all I have to say. You can leave now."
Qian Eryong looked at her cold and stern face, and saw the somewhat hideous scar on her cheek. He said with mixed feelings, "Yes, I could not take it out, and I could even not tell you, but my conscience will not allow me to do so, and my heart will not allow it."
His words were direct, his gaze intense, and he couldn't help but take a step closer to her.
The other party's actions immediately alerted Feng Mingshu, who reached into his pocket. At that moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared and grabbed Qian Eryong's shoulder.
"Chief Zhou, you're being far too domineering!" Qian Eryong shouted angrily, unable to break free from Zhou Jinshan's hold.
Zhou Jinshan said indifferently, "You scared her."
Upon hearing this, Qian Eryong turned to look at Feng Mingshu and saw her pale face holding a dagger towards him, as well as Chief Zhou beside her. He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
After a long pause, he said dejectedly, "I never thought of doing anything to you. I just wanted to be good to you and take care of you for the rest of your life."
Feng Mingshu pursed her lips and did not respond, nor did she put down the dagger in her hand.
Qian Eryong eventually left.
Feng Mingshu took out a strange key, felt for a hidden hole on the side of the woodshed basement, and then inserted the key.
With a click, the latch opened, revealing a new underground parking garage.
She didn't go in, but instead got up and said to Zhou Jinshan, who had been standing guard by her side, "Take the things downstairs with you."
Hearing her words, Zhou Jinshan's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything. He went downstairs himself to move the things out of the basement and then loaded them into the car.
Just when she thought everything was settled and she could finally get rid of the other party, the guard came over and saluted her: "Comrade Feng, our leader invites you to get in the car."
She frowned but didn't move. The guard continued, "Comrade Feng, this is an order given to me by the commander. I must carry it out. Please don't make things difficult for me."
A bitter smile appeared on her face. Was all her struggle in vain?
She finally got into the jeep, but sat in the passenger seat and didn't speak to anyone in the back seat the whole way.
The guards drove back to Bincheng overnight and arrived at the small villa.
After the guard helped carry the belongings into the villa, he saluted and drove away.
The small villa was kept extremely clean, but it was also very deserted.
After entering the building, Feng Mingshu stopped talking and put the dagger on the table. She no longer had any weapons on her.
Zhou Jinshan didn't approach her, but instead took out a document and pushed it to her: "This is a marriage certificate. It will be valid whenever you sign it, no matter when you want to."
His words tore a crack in Feng Mingshu's previously numb heart, and she looked up, asking hoarsely, "Why?"
If it were fifteen years ago, before her face was disfigured, she wouldn't have been surprised to see the marriage certificate. But now, she is withered and sallow, with scars on her face. Even ordinary men wouldn't be interested in her, let alone a high-ranking military commander.
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