After two years of hard work, Qiao Zhen was finally able to live a life supported by the system again, which was extremely satisfying for her! She had someone to accompany her when she went out and a car to take her back. Even after two years, she was still a person with prestige.
Qiao Zhen: [Zha Yize's positioning.]
Xiao Ling: [Wait a minute. Ize is in the US and doing very well. Lings is doing just a little bit better than him, really just a tiny bit better.]
Qiao Zhen: [Understood.]
Three days later, Qiao Zhen flew to Country M to seek cooperation with the bigwigs there. With the idea that she would hurt the enemy a thousand while hurting herself eight hundred, no one dared to cooperate with her.
The key issue is that all the 800 lost items belong to Lings, yet no big shot dares to collaborate with her.
With no other option, Qiao Zhen had to cooperate fairly with the big boss, each losing 200 and making 500.
Because she employed roundabout tactics, Qiao Zhen spent a full year in the United States before finally bankrupting Yi Ze and causing his family to be destroyed. She never showed her face throughout the entire ordeal, and Yi Ze died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Three years. She has been away from He Zhao for three years. It's time to go back and complete her tribulation mission.
Xiao Ling: [Do you need me, the adorable one, to provide the beautiful Miss Qiao with information about He Zhao?]
Qiao Zhen: [No need. Your sweet talk has gotten a bit more charming since you went out. What? Haven't you changed back to your usual flirtatious ways with your girlfriend?]
Xiao Ling (shyly): [Hehehe, I proposed to my girlfriend, and she said yes! She's now my fiancée, and she was also the sixth place winner in the system's beauty pageant.]
Qiao Zhen: [Not bad.]
Xiao Ling proudly replied: "That's right, my fiancée is elegant in public, skilled in the kitchen, both literary and martial, beautiful as a flower, and has a lovely voice too."
The system, Ruhua, which is currently abusing its host: [Achoo! Which idiot is talking bad about me?!]
Qiao Zhen packed her things to return to China, ostensibly as a business partner of the He family. She didn't directly contact He Zhao, but wanted to buy the house in Shengjing that He Zhao had offered to give her. However, He Zhao refused to sell, so Qiao Zhen had to settle for another apartment in the Shengjing complex.
It's probably a tragic fate.
When Qiao Zhen went out to buy potato chips wearing a trench coat, she happened to pass by the car carrying He Zhao.
As if sensing something, He Zhao turned his head and saw Qiao Zhen's back as she turned the corner. He immediately shouted, "Stop the car!"
The driver was so frightened that he immediately slammed on the brakes.
He Zhao pushed open the car door and chased after him.
The closer he got to that figure, the slower his breathing became, and his head started to ache again.
He reached out and grabbed the woman's arm.
Unlike the fleeting encounters in TV dramas or novels, the woman He Zhao caught up with was none other than Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen had no interest in pretending to have amnesia anymore. She raised an eyebrow, pulled her arm away, and smiled with a distant yet polite air, "Mr. He, it's been a long time."
He Zhao hugged her, "Qiao Zhen!"
It has a strong sense of gritted teeth.
Qiao Zhen was completely baffled. Had she done anything else to upset him?
"Mr. He, you have overstepped your bounds."
Her voice was cold yet clear.
Qiao Zhen gently pushed him away and broke free from his embrace. She looked up at the man's face and realized that He Zhao had become so thin that he was almost just a skeleton.
He Zhao could only look at Qiao Zhen, his complex emotions overflowing. He had only intended to set up a scene to make Qiao Zhen say that she was devoted to him, so that he could use those things to persuade her to be with him legitimately after she regained her memory. But things didn't go as planned. Qiao Zhen regained her memory on the spot and even jumped into the sea in a fit of rage.
He was really terrified at that time. He didn't sleep for four or five days after Qiao Zhen jumped into the sea. Even though Leif gave him sleeping pills, he still couldn't sleep soundly.
No one knew that he often woke up from nightmares in the dead of night.
At first, He Zhao was relieved, but as time went by, Qiao Zhen not only did not disappear from his mind, but instead haunted him, tormenting him every day.
When he woke up in the morning, there was no soft, fragrant body named Qiao Zhen in his arms; when he went out, there was no wife named Qiao Zhen to tie his tie; when he was at work, there was no housekeeper named Qiao Zhen to stop him from drinking coffee; when he was hungry, there was no one named Qiao Zhen to run errands and bring him food; when he woke up in the middle of the night, there was no one named Qiao Zhen to hold and comfort him.
It was then that He Zhao realized that a woman named Qiao Zhen had become deeply rooted in his life and was closely related to him.
But what did Qiao Zhen say when they met three years later? She said, "Mr. He, you overstepped your bounds."
Headache.
It felt as if centipedes were crawling on the nerves in his head. He tried his best to suppress it, but his face still gradually lost its color. Qiao Zhen watched with a sense of dread.
"Mr. He, are you alright?"
He Zhao didn't answer, but leaned in and hugged Qiao Zhen again, saying with a mixture of suppressed grievance and sadness, "My head hurts, wife, my head hurts so much, waaaah..."
Qiao Zhen frowned, sensing that something was wrong with the man holding her—no, something was very, very, extremely wrong. She supported He Zhao's body, "Where's your driver? Have him take you back."
He Zhao leaned against Qiao Zhen as if she were being unreasonable, saying, "I don't want him."
Seeing that He Zhao's complexion was getting worse and worse, Qiao Zhen could only help him back to the house in Shengjing, the one that He Zhao had originally wanted to give to Qiao Zhen.
Are you alright?
He Zhao curled up on the sofa, his whole body trembling slightly. "It's okay."
This was exactly the answer Qiao Zhen wanted. She casually poured a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table. "That's good, Mr. He. I have something to attend to, so I'll head back now."
He Zhao tried to grab Qiao Zhen's hand, but failed. He didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that if he did, he would groan in pain. For some reason, he felt that he couldn't let Qiao Zhen know about his condition.
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