Perhaps because he was outside, Zuo Xiangyang did not make a move and left.
Bai Weiwei hated herself for not daring to ask even one more question; she was just so useless.
Now that Bai Weiwei has suddenly appeared, Zuo Xiangyang narrowed his eyes and sized her up.
He had been following the drama of the past few days, and as he watched Qin Xiaoyu get closer and closer to becoming a straight man, all he could say was that this woman was truly useless.
He only flew into a rage when Zuo Xiurong called to tell him that Qin Xiaoyu had taken Zuo Bin away.
Zuo Bin was the one he had snatched back. This time, he wasn't kept; he was sent directly out of the province. Zuo Xiurong left by plane, without even taking her dead husband, only her two children.
No matter how capable Bai Weiwei is, she can't be found again.
"Are you tired of living?" Zuo Xiangyang said in a low voice. This was the office; making a scene would have a bad impact. He wanted to get this woman out and then deal with her.
Actually, he's become much less daring now. Qing Xiaoxu's case is like a sharp sword hanging over his head, constantly warning him.
"I'm tired of living, so what?" Bai Weiwei turned around, closed the door, and locked it again.
Zuo Xiangyang suddenly felt a little worried. What does it mean to be at one's wit's end? It seems that he has gone a bit too far. Is he trying to drive someone crazy?
"Let's talk this out. It's not convenient in the office."
Bai Weiwei couldn't remember when Zuo Xiangyang had ever been so gentle; his tone was like that of a superior to a subordinate, full of reassuring meaning.
Too bad it was too late. She wasn't buying it. What was this supposed to be? A slap followed by a sweet treat?
She didn't care anymore. She was tired of her tumultuous life and had come to settle things with him.
"Say it here, is it going to have a bad impact? Are you going to beat me up? Are you afraid someone will see? Zuo Xiangyang!" Bai Weiwei sneered and pressed forward step by step.
"Don't do anything reckless! This is a public place, mind your manners!"
"I'm not your wife, why should I care about my image? When you took my son away, did you think about my image?" Bai Weiwei became increasingly hysterical.
Zuo Xiangyang picked up the phone and was about to dial when Bai Weiwei pressed him back down.
"Don't call anyone. This is between us. We'll handle it ourselves."
"Weiwei, you've caused me enough suffering all these years. Don't go too far. Let's talk this over." Zuo Xiangyang had completely given in. Even a fool could see the murderous intent in Bai Weiwei's eyes; she was about to make her move.
"Really? I hurt you? Hmm? Then what about the hurt you caused me?"
"I harmed you? Isn't that your own fault? You were just arguing with Xiu Rong for no reason, and you dragged me into it. Was it really necessary? Was it really necessary? Later, you argued with Qin Xiaoyu over Zhou Xing and ended up getting yourself involved. All for a man? Was it really necessary?" Zuo Xiangyang couldn't hold back any longer.
"It's not that bad, I know it's not that bad now, but you never thought this way before. If you had left me even a little bit of room to maneuver, I wouldn't be in this situation today." Bai Weiwei cornered Zuo Xiangyang, who slumped into the armchair.
"Alright, let's compromise. I'll give you some money, and you can go wherever you want. That's your freedom. We'll be even, okay?" Zuo Xiangyang backed down.
"Give me back my child."
"Impossible!" Zuo Xiangyang made a fatal mistake. His words caused Bai Weiwei to lose her mind instantly.
"My child, why won't you give it to me! Why!" Bai Weiwei pulled a sharp knife from her bosom and stabbed it into Zuo Xiangyang's body.
Zuo Xiangyang was a bit quick-witted; realizing something was wrong, he reached out and grabbed the knife. Blood gushed out, and he screamed in pain.
"Help!"
Bai Weiwei heard a noise at the door. Their argument had attracted some people, but they were listening quietly and dared not interfere.
The noise sounds strange now; the people outside are trying to open the door.
Someone called for the secretary to find the keys, while someone else tried to bang on the door.
Bai Weiwei knew that if she let these people in, her plan would be ruined, and she had to act quickly and decisively.
She pulled hard and yanked the knife out.
Zuo Xiangyang screamed in agony, two fingers falling to the ground. He leaned forward in pain, exposing his entire back, which Bai Weiwei caught and plunged the knife into his skin.
The people outside rushed in and then stood blocking the doorway.
Blood flowed like a river on the ground. Zuo Xiangyang lay face down on the ground, with only the hilt of the knife on his back remaining.
"Catch the murderer," someone weakly reminded them, and several men tried to go inside.
Bai Weiwei watched them silently, then suddenly turned around and ran to the window, quickly stepping onto the windowsill from the table.
Before anyone could react, she disappeared.
When they ran to the window and looked down, a flower bloomed on the cement ground.
Bai Weiwei's life has come to an end.
Their story was embellished and spread throughout the city.
Qin Xiaoyu had heard countless versions of the story, and she firmly believed one thing: this pair of vengeful lovers would continue to entangle themselves in the underworld, because neither of them was willing to die.
Qin Xiaoyu had originally come back for the approval of the industrial park, but this matter had ruined her mood. She even considered abandoning the industrial park plan in the north and shifting her focus to the south.
This place has hurt her more than once or twice, and she is a little disheartened.
Now Zhou Xing's mother keeps a close eye on Xiao Jiajia and doesn't trust anyone. After dinner, when A Lei wanted to take Qin Xiaoyu for a walk, Zhou Xing's mother wouldn't let him bring the child out.
They walked out of the residential compound and wandered aimlessly. A Lei knew Qin Xiaoyu's thoughts and didn't want to interfere too much, letting her decide for herself.
The small building in front was brightly lit. Qin Xiaoyu stopped and looked around carefully; the reading room built at the water source was still open.
They walked up the steps, where Xiaoli's mother had kept the place clean and tidy. The first-floor reading room was quiet, with a few teenagers reading.
"I've finally found my footing here," Qin Xiaoyu said with a wry smile as she turned to look at A Lei.
"Let's go upstairs and take a look," A Lei gestured for her to go upstairs.
The second floor was a reading room, which was surprisingly crowded, almost full, which startled them.
What's most surprising is that northerners are known for their loud voices, always shouting and yelling wherever they go. But in this room with nearly a hundred people, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone was keeping to the rules.
Also, there are no administrators or volunteers here; everyone is reading on their own.
Qin Xiaoyu didn't know how Xiaoli's mother had managed to do it, and she was quite moved.
The third floor is a workshop, divided into several areas, all of which are hands-on, including an art studio, a craft studio, and workshops for woodworking and machinery.
Tang Long is in charge of the art studio. Sometimes, he invites teachers to give free lessons and provides art supplies and paints to impoverished students who are eager to learn.
The craft workshop is where people from my cousin's factory regularly give science lectures. According to Xiaoli's mother, it's the most popular place.
They emerged from the small building and fell into deep thought.
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