Thinking of this, Ye Qinglu glared at Linghu Lan and continued to lower her head, lost in her own thoughts.
She knew that if she brought this up with Ye Qinghuan, there was a good chance that Ye Qinghuan would not argue with her. She might remain silent for a while, pretending that nothing had happened, and her parents might also be unhappy for a while, before helplessly accepting the matter.
But on what grounds?
She and Sheng Hong are true love.
Ye Qinghuan's role was merely to bring Sheng Hong to her. If she could walk, would she still need Ye Qinghuan to bring Sheng Hong to her?
She hated that Ye Qinghuan gave in to her, and her pride wouldn't allow her to accept love that was given to her. Love given in was not as precious as love that was stolen, and she didn't want to always feel like she owed Ye Qinghuan a favor.
Therefore, she wanted to fight for it, she wanted to snatch it, and she wanted to prove herself more worthy of being loved than Ye Qinghuan.
That evening, she deliberately wandered around the garden by herself, and sure enough, she saw Sheng Hong outside the fence.
Under the moonlight, the two gazed at each other for a long time.
He said so much without saying a word.
She smiled slightly, and Sheng Hong extended his hand.
She pushed the wheelchair forward and held Sheng Hong's hand tightly. It was their world, and no outsiders were allowed to intrude.
Ye Qinghuan is that outsider.
The next time she felt Ye Qinghuan was superfluous was when she finally found a chance to be alone with Sheng Hong, but Ye Qinghuan poured tea onto her own feet, scalding them with boiling water and screaming.
Sheng Hong had no choice but to leave, fulfilling her duties as a boyfriend.
Before leaving, he asked her a question with a wicked smile.
"Why don't we just be upfront about it?"
"No! Let me make it clear that you won't be able to come to my house for a long time."
She was terrified that Sheng Hong would change his mind.
Sheng Hong is not clean.
She could smell the perfume of other women on Sheng Hong, but Ye Qinghuan couldn't. What an idiot.
Most importantly, love always tastes especially sweet when it's kept secret.
Seeing Ye Qinghua being cheated on by her without realizing it always gives her a special sense of satisfaction.
Since they are unwilling to make it clear, it seems that the only remaining path is to get rid of Ye Qinghuan, who is in their way.
But how do I remove it? How can I remove it without leaving any trace?
At that moment, the first thing that came to her mind was that globally popular death game: We are all paper dolls.
...
"Sister, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, a voice that sounded like a half-smile interrupted her reverie.
She looked up and met a pair of mocking eyes.
Ye Qinghuan!
No!
It's not Ye Qinghuan!
She recognized those eyes; they belonged to that scumbag who called herself the Avenger!
...
Fang Meichun picked up the phone and unlocked it with trembling hands to make a call.
The busier I got, the more chaotic things became, and my phone fell down again.
Linghu Lan quickly reached out and caught the phone. Looking at Fang Meichun's gray hair, her mood became heavy.
She raised Xiao Weijing, and although he wasn't her biological son, she could still understand how difficult it was to raise a child.
Moreover, during this time, Ye Qinghuan's soul was imprisoned in the virtual world, like a vegetable.
Ye Qingluo, seeking thrills, repeatedly entered the virtual world, and her physical body outside was probably in a similar state to that of a vegetable.
One can imagine the immense hardship and pain that Fang Meichun and Ye Jun endured, and the torment they must have felt, for both of their daughters.
They probably both think that they are being punished by karma for their own sins.
From this perspective, Ye Qingluo is really selfish.
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