And Han Murphy, that bastard, hasn't called her for two weeks.
Perhaps, the happiness of his wedding and honeymoon allowed him to put hatred and the past behind him.
If he, Han Murphy, is really a smart man, he should not pester her, Su Xiaoxiao, again.
Who is Zheng Tianai? Hundreds of billions of dollars! Her father Zheng Shihua’s personal assets exceed 180 billion!
In other words, if Han Murphy successfully takes over the Zheng Group one day, he will be one of the richest people in Hong Kong, Asia, and even the world.
In the face of such huge wealth, what is hatred? How much is it worth?
As she thought about it, she became more and more certain that Han Murphy would not show up until he had completely settled the Zheng family.
As for how long this will take?
As far as Zheng Shihua is sixty-one years old, it will take at least ten, twenty, or even more years.
What happened twenty years later is starting to bother you now?
That's asking for trouble!
Wait, maybe this is exactly what Han Murphy set up!
Before he got married, he deliberately told her the matter, causing her to lose her mind in fear and uneasiness, and make her irritated and miserable.
When she has been tortured like this for twenty years, he will take revenge on her!
Thinking of this, she said to herself secretly: Su Xiaoxiao, you must be strong, let go of everything, and live your own life calmly.
Closing her eyes, she decided to have a good sleep.
Time passed bit by bit, but she still couldn't rest in peace.
Shaking her head slightly, she picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow and looked at the time: five o'clock in the morning.
There are still two hours left before it's time to get up for class.
She climbed up quietly, trying her best not to wake up the others in the dormitory.
Then, close the door and go for a walk in the small garden.
The morning air was very good, and the cold breeze blew by, soothing a lot of uneasiness in her heart.
The sun has just risen, and the stars are shining through the branches of the trees and shining on the gravel path of the small garden. The flickering is very moving.
Suddenly, she felt a warm current rushing through her, and her body seemed to be hugged from behind.
"Little girl, you woke me up again, can't you be more honest and calm?" Han Murphy's voice rang in his ears.
"You can't blame me. If anyone wakes me up, you will wake up. I have tried my best to be gentle!" She defended, but when she turned around, she found that there was no Han Murphy behind her, no one, only the rustling sound of leaves blown by the wind.