Huang Qiao didn't remember how she walked out of the hellish apartment. She only remembered that she refused him and the driver took her back, but chose to hike back by herself.
She looked very embarrassed, as if she was raped, her black hair became extremely messy, and the buttons of the yellow sweater were crooked. She covered her chest and left with a tired heart.
"Beast, you are a beast." This is the sentence she said to him before leaving.
But he didn't care. No matter how she scolded him, he didn't care at all, because he knew that he was the final winner, and they were just his revenge pieces.
"Mr. Xiang, Miss Huang refused to send her back. She... went back." The driver responded carefully, afraid that he would say a wrong sentence.
"Well, it's okay. If she likes to leave, let her go." Xiang Zichen stood by the window, lifted up the curtains, and watched Huang Qiao leave in a mess, and felt satisfied again.
Looking back at the bloodstains she left, he felt no guilt in his heart. On the contrary, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. The satisfaction of possession arises naturally, she was just his prey.
Who cares about the life or death of the prey?
Huang Qiao didn't know how long she had been walking. She walked on the street in a daze, looking at the pedestrians and vehicles passing by. For the first time, she felt that the heaven was unfair. Why was she injured? What did she do wrong?
She cried helplessly, attracting many people to watch, but she didn't care because she knew no one would recognize her. She was not the second lady of Sihai Group at this moment, not the top student from France, nor the big star Huang Qian
My sister, she is just a wounded little girl, a lonely and helpless little girl.
A taxi slowly stopped beside her, and the driver in the car asked kindly: "Miss, did something happen to you? Do you need to call the police?"
Huang Qiao shook her head...
Then the driver asked carefully: "Do you need me to send you home?"
Huang Qiao hesitated for a moment, nodded, then got into the car and arrived at Ding Xun's community. Huang Qiao threw down the 100-dollar bill and hurriedly got out of the car before the driver could make changes.
Back upstairs, sure enough, before Ding Xun came back, she started taking a bath again. Just like that time, she felt that she was dirty. What's the difference between she and a prostitute? The prostitute also needs money, but she doesn't even have money.
Huang Qiao looked at herself in the mirror and felt that she was so ridiculous and so humble...
Afterwards, she took sick leave and did not go to work for three consecutive days. She needed to adjust her mood...
Ding Xun has not come back for three days, which not only makes her suspicious, but Ding Xun's whereabouts are very mysterious recently. It seems that she always doesn't return to bed at night. Does she have a boyfriend?
Just as he was thinking, the doorbell rang, Huang Qiao dragged her tired body to open the door. The door opened, and a bucket of ink came towards her...
Then the two men cursed fiercely: "Miss, be smarter in the future. Next time, you will be either as lucky as ink, or sulfuric acid."
Huang Qiao was stunned and wiped the ink on her face with her hands and asked, "Are you mistaken?"
The two men didn't say anything and quickly put it aside. Huang Qiao finally understood what it means to be unlucky and even choked on drinking water. Sure enough, she is so embarrassed now, and she will be splashed ink for no reason. She is so unlucky.
There was no way to get up and take a shower. Looking at her ink, Huang Qiao was helpless. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. Ink, ink, it seemed... could touch some new discoveries from her?