"Chen Wen, you can't do this to me!"
Fu Qian gripped Chen Wen's suit buttons tightly, but he pushed her away forcefully.
"Don't blame me, blame your surname Fu. This is what your Fu family owes me."
Fu Qian was thrown out of the banquet hall by security guards.
She was like an abandoned doll, thrown onto the street.
The white skirt was covered in dust.
Chen Wen was ruthless. Not only did he fight for the inheritance through a lawyer as soon as possible, but he also bribed a mental hospital to issue a diagnosis certificate that Fu Qian suffered from delusional disorder.
These were all methods the Fu family used to bring down the Chen family.
Chen Wen was too young at the time, and the Fu family thought he had no memory of him.
Unexpectedly, Chen Wen's trusted confidant, who had been lurking in the Fu family, had been biding his time, waiting for Chen Wen to become powerful enough to tell him the truth.
Teach him what he does, and he will be punished in return.
The last remaining inheritance in Fu Qian's possession was also seized by Chen Wen in the name of a family trust.
Fu Qian knew that Chen Wen wanted her dead so that all of the Fu family's assets would go to him.
Therefore, she cannot die.
But what's the point of just barely surviving like this?
She was confined to the Fu family villa, under constant surveillance, and her every move was reported directly to Chen Wen.
The cruelest revenge is to make someone wish they were dead.
Fu Qian learned about Fu Yu and Sheng Linghan's marriage while eavesdropping on the servants' conversation in the middle of the night.
I heard that Fu Yu gave birth to a pair of adorable twins for Sheng Linghan.
The reason why Sheng Linghan postponed the wedding.
He did so simply because he was worried that the complicated wedding process would tire Fu Yu out.
Fu Qian knelt down with a thud, her whole body going limp.
Hearing the noise, the maid immediately found her and tied her back to the bed.
Fu Qian stared blankly at the ceiling, not resisting or struggling as usual.
Instead, she allowed the servants to tie her limbs.
Sheng Linghan did not die; Fu Yu cured him of the Gu poison that would prevent him from having children.
She thought she was the one and only female protagonist, and that as long as Sheng Linghan wanted to live, he would definitely find her to cure the curse.
Then, she will be able to turn the tide and reclaim everything that belongs to her.
That's wrong.
Everything was wrong.
From the moment she chose to leave Sheng Linghan, from the moment she decided to become Chen Wen's bride, the protagonist's halo disappeared from her head.
The belief that had sustained her to live collapsed instantly.
Tears slowly blurred my vision.
She burst into tears, then turned into a twisted laugh.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Could he really be insane?"
The maid gave her a sedative injection, and when she woke up, Chen Wen was sitting by her bedside.
"What a pity, it turns out you're not the only woman who can help Sheng Linghan detoxify."
"The last bit of value you had in your existence has also disappeared."
Fu Qian stared blankly at the ceiling, unmoved by anything Chen Wen said or did.
Like a living dead, isolated from all external interference.
Chen Wen came here, of course, not to witness this scene.
He wanted to see Fu Qian's emotional breakdown and her grotesque, insane state.
He wanted to see this woman, who had the blood of the Fu family flowing through her veins, scream hysterically and wail as she roared in tears.
Chen Wen closed the magazine he had opened and untied the ropes binding Fu Qian's limbs.
In the silence, Fu Qian grabbed Chen Wen by the neck.
The veins on the back of his thin, bony hands bulged out.
She hadn't eaten all day and didn't have much strength left.
But the overwhelming hatred transformed into boundless power.
She retaliated against Chen Wen.
Go to hell.
Go to hell!
The man who ruined her life must die!
The man who turned her into this inhuman, ghost-like state must die!
Before he could even resist, Fu Qian took out a knife hidden in her bosom and slashed Chen Wen's carotid artery.
Blood splattered on her face, turning the pale yellow French-style ceiling crimson.
Chen Wen gripped Fu Qian's wrist tightly, using the last bit of strength to twist it and suddenly press it close to hers.
The knife pierced Fu Qian's chest, right at her heart.
If he dies, she naturally cannot live on her own.
Aren't they a married couple?
We shared the same bed in life, and the same grave in death.
...
Sheng Linghan suppressed the news of Fu Qian's death.
He naturally didn't want his wife to be distracted by such an insignificant person.
Besides taking care of her two children, Fu Yu has been spending all her time at her boutique lately.
She loves shopping, so at the urging of the Wang family's daughter, she started a personal shopping brand.
We curate highly stylish clothing brands from independent designers worldwide.
It primarily targets the mid-to-high-end market.
The flagship stores in Jincheng and Hucheng achieved sales of 10 million yuan on their opening night.
Of course, this amount of money is nothing to Sheng Linghan.
But for a boutique that hasn't yet gained widespread recognition, this is already considered top-tier.
Fu Yu specially opened a children's clothing section.
Her two children modeled the children's clothing, which featured a sweet, cool, and edgy style that perfectly matched the aesthetic preferences of the new generation of parents.
The family of three is busy taking model photos and walking the runway every day.
On the contrary, Sheng Linghan seemed like an outsider.
Sheng Linghan's icy expression grew even colder.
Even if he didn't say anything, he would just pass by Qi Wen.
Qi Wen got goosebumps all over his body.
cold.
It's too cold.
Qi Wen was at a loss, so he consulted his sister, who had been married for many years. After listening to her advice, his sister pointed out the key point: "Why not involve the child's father as well?"
yes.
Qi Wen immediately subtly relayed her sister's suggestion to Sheng Linghan.
Sheng Linghan has top-notch looks and physique, making him a natural clothes hanger. If he were to be a menswear model, the store's sales would rise even further.
Sheng Linghan was used to being praised, but standing in front of the camera and striking various poses was really not his forte.
But for his wife.
We'll give it our all.
Fu Yu was naturally willing for her husband to appear on camera, but...
Upon arriving at the filming location, Sheng Linghan looked at the suit without a shirt underneath and swallowed hard.
"You mean, you want me to skip the shirt and just wear the suit jacket?"
Sheng Linghan looked at the stylist and felt that his worldview had been completely shattered.
"This is a very popular style of dressing recently."
The stylist looked to Fu Yu for help.
She had already heard that if they wanted to persuade Sheng Linghan, this powerful figure, they would have to ask Fu Yu to step in.
Fu Yu walked over and quietly pinched his waist.
"Honey, you need to have confidence in your figure."
Is this the crux of the problem?
Sheng Linghan hugged Fu Yu, "You're sacrificing your husband's looks."
Fu Yu pursed her lips and whispered in his ear, "I just want them to know how well I'm eating."
"Honey, can't you even grant me this little wish?"
Fu Yu nestled sweetly in Sheng Linghan's arms, circling his hand around hers.
There was nothing he could do; if it meant going through fire and water for his wife, he wouldn't utter a single complaint.
but--
"Honey, I have a small request."
Sheng Linghan squeezed the soft flesh of Fu Yu's palm and said softly, "I want you to film with me."
I also want everyone to know how wonderful my baby is.
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