Xiao Ling: [Because of that old man from your timeline, the one with the crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and long beard, he teamed up with a bunch of people to attack us! So what if they outnumber us?! It's infuriating! This world is experiencing fluctuations, causing a time shift—a full seven years! Seven years!!! Even the main system can't save you!]
Qiao Zhen: [Wow, so what if you have a lot of people? Having a lot of people really is impressive, and you can do whatever you want. But it's too late for you to shout now.]
Xiao Ling wanted to throw rotten eggs at her: [Heh heh, you'll have to face the rest of the situation alone. See you later!]
Qiao Zhen scoffed dismissively. She forcefully tore off the hem of her skirt, leaving it uneven, higher on the left and lower on the right. She then found scissors and cut the skirt into a knee-length mini-skirt. Although the hem ended up looking like it had been chewed by a dog, she believed her good looks could salvage any disastrous garment.
Qiao Zhen in the full-length mirror didn't change at all due to the passage of time. She accepted the fact calmly, but others couldn't accept it at all!
Moreover, her ID card is probably now invalid, she's lost her job, and she has no savings. She's now an unregistered person, making it extremely difficult for her to get around!
She wondered how Qi Yijuan was doing. She stood him up on their wedding day. If Qi Yijuan found her unexpectedly, she might suffer a terrible fate.
Poisoning, dismemberment, and formalin treatment.
It's all over.
Waaaaah, I'm going to cry.
Qiao Zhen immediately pushed open the door and left, deciding to leave first regardless of the consequences. Whether she stayed on the streets or made money at a nightclub, she felt she needed some time to adjust.
After Qi Yijuan finalized a business deal, he got up to leave. However, the other party looked at him with amazement and exclaimed in fluent English, "What a beautiful lady!"
Qi Yijuan turned around and only saw a white afterimage, which he didn't pay much attention to. However, a memory flashed through his mind: the white figure had a V-shape made of bricks, which was an embellishment he had specially asked the designer to make for Qiao Zhen's wedding dress.
"Excuse me!"
Qi Yijuan chased after her like a madman, but couldn't catch a trace of Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen felt that she was probably going to be in a terrible situation. She hadn't been able to calm down and was still a little dazed when she left the hotel, so she didn't see Qi Yijuan clearly.
Xiao Ling: [Your reaction time is so long!]
Qiao Zhen: [That's called being slow to realize, thank you.]
Xiao Ling: [Oh. What are you planning to do now?]
Qiao Zhen: [It's so desolate and dreary. I guess I'll just have to sleep on the streets. If I'm lucky, I might find shelter under a bridge. If all else fails, I can sleep on a park bench for the night.]
Qi Yijuan sent someone to check the hotel's surveillance footage and found that Qiao Zhen had walked out of his room. He then had the management team fast-forward and found that Qiao Zhen hesitated at the hotel entrance for a long time before turning right.
"Thanks."
Qi Yijuan retrieved his coat from where he had been standing before, then hurriedly chased after her. He searched the area for a long time before finally finding Qiao Zhen on a bench by the roadside. He suddenly felt a little hesitant, and his pace gradually slowed.
He stood a few meters behind Qiao Zhen, watching her sometimes rub her forehead in frustration, sometimes with a blank expression, and sometimes with a deflated look. In short, the expressions on her face were extremely interesting.
Qiao Zhen... Qiao Zhen didn't know how to describe her feelings. It was too sudden, and she didn't even feel dizzy. Seven years had passed in an instant. How strong must one's mental fortitude be to accept this calmly?
She simply couldn't accept it.
Qiao Zhen sighed in relief. She suddenly got up and left, heading in the opposite direction from Qi Yijuan.
Qi Yijuan followed slowly behind her, watching her shiver from the cold and sniffle, feeling both resentment and heartache.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He strode forward, draped his coat over Qiao Zhen's shoulders, and his cold ruthlessness burst forth. "Come with me."
Qiao Zhen was stunned, staring blankly at Qi Yijuan's face. It was such a cruel reality that her little puppy had turned into an old dog in an instant.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Qi Yijuan grabbed Qiao Zhen's wrist and roughly pulled her along, saying, "Qiao Zhen, after all these years, I never thought you would dare to come back."
Qiao Zhen raised her arm, lifting Qi Yijuan's hand as well. Just when Qi Yijuan thought she would feel guilty, Qiao Zhen bit Qi Yijuan's hand, trying to break free from his grasp.
She turned and ran after biting him, but... she was thrown into his arms by Qi Yijuan's force.
Qiao Zhen felt even more like crying.
Qi Yijuan was furious. He restrained Qiao Zhen and pulled her into his arms, forcibly taking her back to the hotel, to the same suite they had stayed in before.
He threw Qiao Zhen onto the bed, and in the next instant, he pressed down on her, restraining her hands and legs. "Since you left, why did you come back? Now that you're back, don't even think about leaving again. Qiao Zhen, I only gave you one chance."
Qiao Zhen stared in shock at the boy—no, the man—with overwhelming rage in his eyes, and she felt like crying.
Qi Yijuan roughly tore at Qiao Zhen's clothes and entered her without any foreplay.
"Hiss—" Qiao Zhen gasped in pain, but felt guilty and still let the man on top of her do as he pleased.
Qi Yijuan relentlessly pursued Qiao Zhen, showing no regard for her health. Once, twice, three times... Finally, Qiao Zhen slowly closed her eyes and fainted.
Let's pretend she fainted first, and then suddenly it happened seven years later. Let Qiao Zhen deceive herself for a bit and give herself some insignificant psychological comfort.
Qi Yijuan felt it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. No one knew how he spent the seven-year gap. He framed all the sticky notes and notebooks Qiao Zhen casually wrote and displayed them on the wall of his apartment. Even her clothes, which had been there for seven years, he couldn't bear to throw away.
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