"What are you doing here?" Li Qingyan looked at Jiang Rouyue, who stumbled out from the shadows beside him. His expression instantly turned cold.
"Qingyan, I'm so happy. It's as if I've returned to our time in school. Do you feel the same way?" Jiang Rouyue asked drunkenly as she walked towards him.
Li Qingyan avoided her face and ignored her. "I've long forgotten the past. You should forget it too."
"No, I don't want to forget. That was my happiest time." Jiang Rouyue's expression became flustered. She anxiously wanted to grab Li Qingyan's arm, but Li Qingyan took a step back and shook her off.
"Your heart is like iron. It's only been a few years, and you're already so heartless." Jiang Rouyue's face was full of resentment and sadness.
"Please don't forget your identity." Li Qingyan was really angry. He had already endured it to the extreme.
"I was wrong. I regret it. Qingyan, I want to divorce your brother. We'll start a new …"
"You're so disgusting and even shameless." Li Qingyan couldn't help but scold her.
Jiang Rouyue's entire body seemed to be frozen. All these years, Li Qingyan had never said such harsh words. He was only hiding, escaping, and treating her coldly. But at this moment, he scolded her. It was so embarrassing. "Jiang Rouyue, I'm warning you. All these years, I've tolerated you not because I can't forget my old feelings for you. All of this is because of my brother. In my heart, he's a hundred times more important than you. If you dare to hurt his heart, I won't let you off." Li Qingyan stared at Jiang Rouyue coldly and said word by word. Jiang Rouyue's heart was broken, cold, and in so much pain that she even forgot to cry.
"Li Qingyan, you're the bastard. Why didn't you marry me back then?" Jiang Rouyue roared. Her stomach was full of resentment, making her face look ferocious.
"I'm glad that I didn't marry you, and I've never regretted it." Li Qingyan hit her hard. Jiang Rouyue was so angry that she almost fainted. This time, it was really impossible for her and Li Qingyan.
"Good, very good. Li Qingyan, don't regret what you said to me today." Jiang Rouyue turned around and left. Her expression was ugly.
Li Qingyan pushed the door open and entered the room. His heart was also burning with anger. He reached out and smashed a vase next to him. The vase broke into pieces on the ground. The assistant was scared and hurried to clean it up.
Li Qingyan fell onto the sofa. He was not in a good mood today.
"Book the earliest flight. I want to go back," Li Qingyan said to his assistant.
"Okay, President Li," the assistant answered softly, not daring to breathe too loudly.
At home, Cheng Qingqing finished today's part. The director praised her and said that her tears today were very beautiful. She could cry when she said that she could cry, and her sad mood played very well.
Cheng Qingqing has a hard time. She is not acting. She is really sad.
On the way home, Cheng Qingqing said nothing, quiet like a wood.
When she returned to the Li family, she locked the door. The sadness and grievances in her heart were like a flood, drowning her in an instant.
Her tears couldn't stop falling. She raised her hand to wipe them away, trying to find some words to comfort herself, but she found that there were no words that could comfort her broken heart at this moment.
Li Qingyan had another woman, which was something she had never dared to think about before.
She could feel that the woman's sinister intentions were deliberately discovered by her.
Tears like a dam, until the eyes are sore, can't cry any more, force yourself to accept the fact.
Yes, she is still too naive. She believes what Li Qingyan said too much. She is immersed in his tenderness and honey. She forgets how cruel the world is and how dark human nature is.
She had worked so hard to get to where she was today. She and her mother had depended on each other for survival. It was time for her to recognize reality, wasn't it?
But because of a sudden love, I deceived myself and felt that the world was warm.
Her heart seemed to fall into the abyss, and reality pushed her back to the cold world.
Cheng Qingqing dried her tears and looked at her red and swollen eyes in the mirror. Suddenly, she felt ridiculous.
Love is a luxury. How can she deserve it?
Instead of talking about feelings, it's better to plan for the rest of your life with your mother.
Money is the most reliable.
Over and over again, with a cold voice, re-construction of the collapsed heart, but the fierce nightmare in the evening still did not let her go.
Through a layer of hazy gauze, she saw Li Qingyan holding other women in his arms. His voice was so familiar, but she was no longer the only listener of those love words.
She wanted to rush to question Li Qingyan, but found that her feet were frozen in place, unable to move, and even unable to make a sound.
At last, the gauze was torn open by a man, revealing Li Qingyan's beautiful and cold face. The evil smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to be laughing at her naivety.
"Ah..." Cheng Qingqing was frightened to wake up. When she touched her cheek, she was already wet.
The dream was so clear. Cheng Qingqing was soaked with cold sweat. She got up and stared out of the window blankly.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear the sound of the car, a familiar voice.
Cheng Qingqing opens the quilt and runs barefoot to the window. Beside the flower bed downstairs, a black car stops there. The door opens, and Li Qingyan bends down from the car.
Cheng Qingqing's brain is empty.
He's back?
If it had been before, she would have flown out to meet him like a happy bird.
But now, Cheng Qingqing only feels that he is very strange, and even doesn't want to see him.
Cheng Qingqing's breathing became rapid. She looked around in a panic. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
Cheng Qingqing can't escape. In the end, she can only shrink into the quilt like a coward.
At the moment when the man reached out to push the door, she closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep. Li Qingyan pushed the door in and saw the woman who was still sleeping in bed. He moved gently.
The unpulled curtains, through the morning sun, the whole room is warm and bright.
Just like the woman lying on the bed, her long black hair spread out, set off her pink and delicate face, as if she had broken into the oil painting. The man's expression was stunned for a moment.
He just stared at the woman on the bed and came back anxiously just to see her earlier.
Cheng Qingqing closed her breath and dared not move. She dared not let him see that she was pretending to be asleep.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth coming from her forehead. It was the man who was kissing her.
If it had been before, she would have opened her eyes excitedly, put her hand around his neck and responded to his kiss.
But at the moment, when he thought of his lips, touched other women, and his body was in contact with others, Cheng Qingqing instinctively wanted to resist.
Li Qingyan didn't find that the woman's body was trembling slightly. After he finished kissing, he got up and left.
She must have been tired from filming yesterday. Otherwise, she wouldn't have slept so heavily.
When she heard the sound of the door closing, Cheng Qingqing finally stopped pretending. She opened her eyes and stared at the door.
Li Qingyan has done something sorry for her. How can he be so calm?
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