Chapter 298
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The Qiao family had probably cleaned up the place. The trash bin was filled with all sorts of gift boxes, empty wine bottles, and fruit shells. Amidst the trash, his sharp gaze landed on a bouquet of fresh flowers and an unopened black swan cake package. It had probably been thrown out. Through the transparent part of the cake package, he could see that the cake inside was already deformed. The fresh flowers that he had received in the morning were scattered all over the ground. Some of the flowers had already been trampled on, and the gold stamped card had already been torn in half, casually thrown on top of the battered flowers.
At that moment, it was as if someone had poked his acupoints. He stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. The joy in his heart and the beautiful fantasies he had fantasized disappeared just like that. What replaced it was as if someone had given him a resounding slap in the face.
He stood rooted to the ground for a long time before he stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the bouquet of flowers.
Indeed, the bouquet of flowers wasn't worth much to Qiao Anhao, and to him now, it wasn't much either. But to him back then, it was the pay for a few episodes of a show.
The drizzle started to get heavier. He wanted to tidy up the flowers, as though that would restore his scattered heart, but it was useless. The beautiful flowers had been smashed too harshly, trampled too much. The moment he touched them, the petals rustled and fell to the ground. In the end, all that was left in his hand was a large, bare branch.
His fingers trembled for a long time before he picked up the two halves of the card. He pieced them together, and the words he had written, "With you in my life, I will be happy" fell into his eyes. Because of the rain, the ink was slightly smudged.
He didn't know how long he had been crouching there in a daze. Suddenly, the sound of a car stopping came from behind him. Then, the car door opened, and footsteps came to a stop behind him. "Sorry to disturb you."
He composed himself and slowly stood up, still holding the branch of the bouquet in his hand. He turned around to see the Xu family's housekeeper.
The housekeeper didn't even wait for him to speak. He pointed at the car behind him and said, "Please come with me, Madam wants to see you."
He naturally knew that the madam the housekeeper was referring to was Han Ruchu. Han Ruchu had always hated him to death. What good would it be to see him? He stood in place without moving.
The butler was not in a hurry. He added, "Madam said that she has something to tell you about Miss Anhao."
"Miss Anhao," these four words were like a soft spot that fiercely pinched his lifeline. He lowered his eyes and got into the car.
The butler drove him to a private clubhouse, but he led him to the surveillance room of the clubhouse.
There was no one else in the control room except for Han Ruchu. She was dressed extravagantly, and in front of her was an enlarged screen of a private room. With just one glance, he could recognize everyone inside. Xu Jiamu, Qiao Anhao, Qiao Anxia, Zhao Meng, and a few other friends he knew.
The butler waited for him to enter before closing the door.
There was only him and Han Ruchu in the control room. He didn't open his mouth to greet her, but Han Ruchu didn't mind. She smiled elegantly and arrogantly. Without even looking at him, she threw out a sentence. "You like Qiao Qiao, right?"
Her words were firm, without a hint of doubt.
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