"The sooner the better... Next Wednesday? No, it's my friend's wedding, I have to attend... Okay, next Friday... Bye. "
The moment Song Xiangsi hung up the phone, she couldn't hold back her tears. Like pearls from a broken necklace, they fell one by one.
In the past seven years, she had given him the best of her life, from when she was young and naive to when she was now mature and experienced.
In the past seven years, she had given him the best of her life.
She could be stupid, she could be cheap, but she couldn't be stupid and cheap all the time.
She was born in a poor little mountain village. Even if she had sold her body to save her father, she was still a woman who sold herself. So, how could she be worthy of the young master of the Xu family who was born in a rich and powerful family?
So, she only had herself to blame for ending up like this. It was her wishful thinking, her wishful thinking.
Song Xiangsi's face turned a little pale, and her entire body trembled violently. In the end, she suddenly picked up the pregnancy report by the side, and tore it to shreds. She fished out the folic acid from the bag, then pushed the car door open and got out. She walked over to the bin, and without blinking, she threw everything inside. She returned to the car, fastened her seatbelt, and started the gas pedal.
Qiao Anxia was meeting a client for dinner at China World Hotel, Beijing. She didn't expect to bump into Chen Yang, whom she hadn't contacted for a month.
The client was a little difficult to deal with, and kept forcing her to drink. Qiao Anxia's alcohol tolerance wasn't bad, but she couldn't resist drinking non-stop once she sat down.
Halfway through, she really couldn't take it anymore. She got her secretary to accompany the client, then found an excuse to leave the room.
When Qiao Anxia closed the door, the room opposite coincidentally opened. She instinctively raised her head to look, and saw that Chen Yang was wearing a sapphire blue shirt. With a smile on his face, he said "I'll be right back" to the room, then closed the door.
Chen Yang turned around and saw Qiao Anxia across the corridor. His expression froze for a moment, then he stood still on the spot, staring intently at her.
Qiao Anxia calmly stood at the door, staring back at him for about a minute. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she casually turned around and walked towards the restroom.
Standing at the door, Chen Yang stared at Qiao Anxia's back, his eyes dimming.
In the end, he was nothing to her … It wasn't that they hadn't quarreled before, but she always told him to lower his head. It was only this time that he endured it. It had been a month, and she hadn't called or texted him once. Now that they met, she treated him like a stranger …
At this thought, Chen Yang couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He followed Qiao Anxia into the restroom.
She wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol, or because Chen Yang was right behind her, but just as she was about to reach the bathroom door, she accidentally twisted her ankle. She almost fell to the ground. Luckily, Chen Yang, who was about a meter behind her, reacted quickly and reached out to support her body. In a worried tone of voice, he asked, "Did you sprain it?"
Qiao Anxia couldn't explain why, but when she heard Chen Yang's words, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long miraculously lightened up.
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