He held Ruoxi's hand tightly and looked at Ruoxi affectionately: "Jin'er, you are going to be my real wife, Mu Shiqin. I am going to truly own you."
He said domineeringly and stubbornly, "Even if you die, I want you to be buried in the Mu family's ancestral grave!"
Ruoxi blinked her eyes blankly, then burst into laughter.
Only he dared to say such domineering and arrogant words.
After having lunch together, Mu Shiqin insisted on sending me to Tan Yuming's clinic for psychological counseling.
Ruoxi couldn't resist him, so she left.
Arriving downstairs at Tan's Psychological Clinic, Mu Shiqin suddenly received a call from his secretary, saying that he had a very important meeting to hold in the afternoon.
He glanced at Ruoxi in embarrassment and kissed Ruoxi's hair apologetically, "I have something to do at the company. I'll pick you up later. Let's go out to eat today. Okay?"
Ruoxi nodded, said to be careful on the road, and then smiled as the silver-gray Lamborghini merged into the thousands of traffic.
Looking at the clinic building behind her, Ruoxi backed away slightly, and then left without looking back.
It's not that she hates Tan Yuming, but that she doesn't want to live a restricted life.
Ruoxi doesn't want to pry into her heart anymore or tear open those old wounds.
Every time she came out from Tan Yuming's place, Ruoxi felt like she had lost a battle.
Extremely tired.
He once told Ruoxi that it was actually Ruoxi who couldn't let go of those things. Those past events were not injuries. It was because he stubbornly wanted to imagine those past events as sharp swords that stabbed him.
Walking on the busy street, I suddenly found that the familiar scenery had changed in an instant.
The clothing store on the corner of the street, which was not very inconspicuous at first, has now grown to a large scale. Through the display window, I suddenly discovered that the owner has changed.
Under the bus stop sign, there are still crowded people standing. Everyone is waiting for the bus that leaves every ten minutes under the scorching sun.
Ruoxi also stood over and blended into the crowd, soaking up the smell of busy sweat that belonged to this city. She allowed her khaki givenchy dress to be ravaged by the crowd, causing wrinkles that were difficult to smooth out.
Ruoxi actually has no destination, just drifting with the flow of her life. Following the crowded crowd, she steps on the first bus.
Some people who got on the bus swiped their cards and some put in coins. When it was Ruoxi's turn, Ruoxi could just stand there stupidly.
The bus driver was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He had a shaved head and a polished look. He looked very sharp.
He glanced sideways at Ruoxi and scolded, "Get in the car and swipe your card. If you don't have a card, insert coins. Don't you understand?"
Ruoxi looked at the coin box blankly, a little at a loss.
The bus driver honked the horn twice impatiently: "What about you? I don't have a card and put in a dollar. There are people waiting to get on the bus behind me."
The sound of the car horn sounded like a screaming girl. Ruoxi was so frightened that she couldn't help but tremble. She took two steps into the car and asked the people behind her to come up. Then she stood stupidly in front of the coin box, flipping through the bag in her hand.
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All the passengers in the carriage were looking at Ruoxi, and the driver was also looking at Ruoxi. His eyes were a little strange, full of sarcasm and impatience. They seemed to be admiring Ruoxi's embarrassment.
"You don't even have a dollar?"
Ruoxi was a little embarrassed, looking at the stacks of gold cards, silver cards, VIP cards, bank cards, and the few blood-red banknotes that were the same as new ones in her bag. She said awkwardly: "I don't have a dollar.