What made An Jingxing even more unforgettable was everything that happened inside.
After experiencing An Jinmu's imprisonment, trafficking and surrogacy, An Jingxing thought that she had seen a lot of pain, darkness and torture, but she didn't expect that this time, An Jinmu would let her see something worse than before.
Everything darker, more painful, more sinful...
She didn't know how to accurately describe her feelings. She only knew that the hatred for An Jinmu in her heart had not diminished for a moment.
It is precisely because she has seen so much crime and pain that she is even more determined to take revenge!
It was just that man who made her understand more clearly that there was no possibility of revenge for her now.
The gap between her and Anjia is like an ant versus an elephant, with no chance of winning.
However, it is obvious that if she wants revenge now, the fastest and most convenient way, but also the most dangerous one... is to find a way to get that man's help.
Now An Jingxing still can't figure out why he spent 100 million to buy himself, but if he is really worth spending 100 million to him, then he still has a slight chance of winning.
An Jingxing is a wise person who refuses to admit defeat. She used to be a little childish and innocent. But after going through these hells, she has completely transformed.
She has become more mature and thinks more.
Therefore, when this plan came to her mind this time, she did not act immediately. Instead, she repeatedly thought about the possibilities, odds of winning, and every step.
Suddenly, there was a low knock on the door.
When he saw a woman wearing servant clothes walking in with a tray, An Jingxing realized that he was in a completely different place than before.
Just as the servant carefully placed the dinner on the Kang table, An Jingxing couldn't help but ask, "What is this place?"
"This is Mr. Tang's private plane. We are now flying to Mr. Tang's home in Los Angeles. Mr. Tang asked you to wake up and have dinner first." The maid's voice was not loud, but it was filled with inexplicable contempt and ridicule.
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All An Jingxing could think about at the moment was about that man. He was mysterious, elegant, and noble, as if the fog shrouded London, England, hazy, as if he was hiding some secret.
An Jingxing couldn't figure it out, and in the end he simply didn't think about anything. He generously picked up the dishes on the table that were full of color, fragrance, and taste, and ate them to his heart's content. The Temple of the Five Internal Organs was already completely empty.
After eating this meal, her stomach, which had been hurt the past few days, felt much better.
"What is this?" After finishing dinner, An Jingxing looked at the porcelain bowl brought by the servant and frowned.
"This is a tonic. A doctor came when Miss An was sleeping. Mr. Tang told me to watch Miss An drink it all with my own eyes."
An Jingxing drank the bowl of medicine with suspicion, but looked at the maid, thought about it, and finally couldn't hold it back and asked: "Mr. Tang are you talking about? What is his full name?"
Although she knew it was impossible, she still couldn't help but want to find out.
She didn't believe that the man would favor a little person like her, and she didn't want him to have any interest in her, but whenever she thought of the child she had never met, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pain in her heart.
Could it really be him? If it were him, would he also be able to see the child?
