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Early in the morning.
The sound of the door opening was very abrupt in the quiet night.
Song Youran ran over to open the door, smiled and hugged the man who returned home in the middle of the night, "Jing Chuan, happy birthday."
Xie Jingchuan apathetically glanced at her and coldly said: "I'm sick."
Her open arms remained empty the entire time. The upturned corner of her mouth was frozen in place.
Slowly, the smile faded.
Xie Jingchuan threw the key on the counter in the entrance-hall
Pretending not to see Song Youran's eyes that had dimmed in an instant.
In any case, this woman was immune to poisons.
I'll be fine later.
He would be like an a oying cat, coming close to her without being able to chase her away.
Indeed.
Xie Jingchuan took a few steps while taking off his jacket, and Song Youran had already caught up to him to take his jacket, "The cake has just been made, it's not too sweet ... Light a candle and make a wish."
There was hope in her eyes.
Wearing a light pink nightgown, she actually looked seventy percent gentle and thirty percent pitiful.
Xie Jingchuan rubbed between his brows, his handsome face was filled with undisguised disgust: "Song Youran, do you really not know how disgusting it is when you pretend to be gentle and virtuous?"
Song Youran was slightly startled.
Xie Jingchuan already impatiently went around her and stood at the other side of the table.
He held a lighter in his hand and lit up all the candles.
Song Youran's eyebrows immediately returned to normal.
Xie Jingchuan never allowed Song Youran to join his circle, and the Xie family and his friends also very tacitly ignored her, the Mrs. Xie.
Even if it was his birthday, she could only take up a little of his time in the early hours of the morning.
The candle flame trembled slightly, enveloping Xie Jingchuan's handsome and cold face. It lacked the warmth that it had caused one's heart to palpitate when they were young, and it had even more of the coldness and alienation of a grown man.
Song Youran smiled and clasped her hands together, "Jing Chuan, make a wish."
Through the weak light of the candle, Xie Jingchuan looked at the woman who was always smiling, and laughed coldly, "For the past five years, I have only had one wish:" Song Youran, please disappear from my sight forever."
The color of Song Youran's face instantly disappeared.
She reached out her hand to stop the man from leaving.
Xie Jingchuan's voice suddenly became dark, "Let go."
Song Youran raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you really that disgusted with me? "You aren't even willing to look at me?"
"Do you still need me to answer this question?"
Xie Jingchuan suddenly laughed. He looked handsome, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
"Song Youran, the person I, Xie Jingchuan, hate the most in my entire life is you.
Was this clear enough? Is that clear enough? "
Song Youran had always known.
Xie Jingchuan had never spared any effort in injuring her.
She clearly should be the closest, husband and wife, yet she seemed like an unrelenting killer of his father.
He wished that he could personally chop her into a thousand pieces.
Song Youran's eyes gradually lit up, she tenaciously grabbed onto the man without letting go, "Since that's the case, then I won't be polite."
She suddenly climbed onto the man's shoulder, pressing her soft waist against his chest.
Kissed him on the lips, as if she had gone mad.
Until he tasted the blood on the other party's lips.
Xie Jingchuan gasped for breath chaotically from her entanglement, he pushed her away, his face dark as water: "Song Youran, are you really that cheap?"
"You promised to marry me yourself!"
Song Youran's eyes lit up, "You were the one who said that you would be with me! You said it! You..."What right do you have to call me despicable?"
She never cried, and that meant she was not wronged.
On the contrary, the longer he suppressed his emotions, the more shocking they became.
"Mrs. Xie!"
The man thought back on these three words. His handsome face darkened as he said, "I've been pretending for so long, but I still couldn't resist revealing my true nature. If I knew this would happen, why did you continue pretending for so long?"
"That's right ..."
Song Youran smiled faintly, "I really wonder what I've been doing these past few years?"
Her emotions were different from usual. With her ice-cold fingertip, she gently outlined the outline of Xie Jingchuan's handsome face. Her actions were ambiguous, and her alluring voice spoke, "Men are just toys on the bed.
"Song Youran!"
Xie Jingchuan's face darkened as he grabbed her wrist.
The force was so strong that it almost broke her hand, "You're courting death!"
"Heh, our Young Master Xie isn't willing to listen."
Song Youran looked at the man's angry eyes, her heart felt like it was bleeding, but the smile on her face became even brighter, "You are only a toy that I exchanged 5 billion for, Xie Jingchuan, why don't you love me?"
Veins bulged on the handsome man's face. He could strangle her to death at any moment.
Song Youran tiptoed and kissed the man's lips, then muttered hoarsely, "Xie Jingchuan, I want you."
Xie Jingchuan's handsome face darkened, and tore the nightgown she was wearing, causing Song Youran's small face instantly turned deathly pale.
He pressed her down on the sofa, and they tangled, the cake on the coffee table tumbling to the floor and falling into a puddle of mud.
Xie Jingchuan's voice was like ice, "Toys don't know how to weigh things, this Mrs. Xie will enjoy it."
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