Their eyes met, and the love they once had has turned into hatred.
Life is such a mess.
Wen Sheng found her biological father and began to accept the fact that she was not Wen Tingshu's daughter. When she fantasized about trying to let go of the past and start over, life gave her a heavy blow.
The lingering shadow of her past and the grief of losing her father came to her mind again.
Anger, deception, back pain - all negative emotions came with the cold rain, beating Wen Sheng's body and mind crazily. The man who once pulled her out of her lonely closed world ended up being the one who hurt him the most.
Wen Sheng stood in the rain, filled with despair and hatred, so unfamiliar that she did not look like the person Fu Yanlin knew.
For a moment, he felt that he was about to lose Wen Sheng.
"Wife——" Fu Yanlin's outstretched hand hung in the air, and his ears kept thinking about what Wen Sheng said just now.
His Asheng, the girl he has loved for eleven years, how could he not love her anymore?
Fu Yuhe's hit-and-run accident that resulted in Wen Tingshu's death had nothing to do with Fu Yanlin. He hated this identity, and if possible, would rather not have anything to do with the Fu family from now on.
The emotional fluctuations were so great that Wen Sheng felt as if his chest was suffocating. At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: escape!
She didn't want to see Fu Yanlin, didn't want to face the sudden truth, and didn't dare to admit that she fell in love with the son of Wen Tingshu's murderer.
Holding back the severe pain in her heart, Wen Sheng turned around and ran towards the side of the road.
"Asheng!"
Fu Yanlin rushed forward, took Wen Sheng's hand, and knelt down with a thud.
This man who was once as high as a god and out of reach is now kneeling in the sewage on the ground, holding Wen Sheng's hand tightly and not letting go.
His eyes were scarlet and he kept begging for forgiveness.
"A Sheng, please - even if you don't love me, please stay by my side!"
"Please, I can't lose you!"
"A Sheng——"
The man in front of him was as humble as dust. His dignity, status, money and status, even his status as the third young master of the Fu family, Fu Yanlin could do without.
He just wants to hear Sheng!
"Fu Yanlin, let go!" Wen Sheng looked desperately at the man kneeling in the sewage. His face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
If anyone had deceived her, her heart would never hurt like this.
Recalling every moment the two of them got along before, everything was a joke.
Fu Yanlin dotes on her, even risking his life for her. Is it because of guilt or compensation?
Why does God play tricks on them like this?
Why is he the son of that person?
Why did he lie to her?
Every word was a cry of despair and grief, and in the end Wen Sheng squeezed out only a few words.
"Don't make me hate you!"
Fu Yanlin's body froze in place, his hands still holding Wen Sheng's hand tightly, like a devout believer. "A Sheng, as long as you are willing to forgive me, I can do anything you want."
She was once so in love that it was hard to let go, but now it was just a joke in Wen Sheng's eyes. She struggled to break away from Fu Yanlin's hand and looked at him condescendingly, without a trace of pity on her face.
Their eyes met, and the deep love that once filled them has turned into hatred.
Wen Sheng didn't even say a word, just turned around and left, disappearing in the rain.
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The taxi driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He glanced at the rearview mirror and asked concernedly, "Miss, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Wen Sheng leaned back on the chair, feeling as if all her strength had been drained from her body. She stared blankly at the pouring rain outside the window in a daze. Her tears dried up and her chest felt suffocated. She stopped a taxi in embarrassment.
leave.
He just asked the driver to drive forward, but he didn't know where he should go or where he could go.
This city is so big, but there is no place for her to stay.
"Miss, you haven't told me where you are going? It's so late at night and your clothes are soaked, so it's easy to catch a cold." The driver reminded me kindly.
"How about you call your family and ask them to pick you up."
family?
Wen Sheng lowered her head and stared at the phone screen. There were a total of twenty missed calls. Most of them were from Fu Yanlin, and the rest were from Zhu Qingjia.
She felt her nose sore inexplicably, squeezed the phone tightly, and reported a place.
Jiang Zhai.
Zhu Qingjia went back to Jiang's house today to pick up some things, but it happened to be raining heavily and she had to leave later. She and Jiang Shifang were playing games in the living room, fighting to the death, when the servant's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Young Master—Miss Wen is here!"
Jiang Shifang jumped up from the sofa and asked excitedly, "A Sheng is here?"
"It's raining so hard, why did Sister Sheng come at this time? Nothing could have happened, right?" Zhu Qingjia hurriedly threw away her phone, put on her slippers and walked out.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Wen Sheng standing at the door in a daze.
"Sister Sheng, what happened?" Zhu Qingjia rushed forward and grabbed Wen Sheng's hand, and found that her eyes were as red as a rabbit, and she was so frightened that she lost her soul.
Jiang Shifang rushed over after hearing the sound, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He stammered and asked, "A Sheng, are you okay?"
Wen Sheng shook his head and asked expressionlessly, "Jiajia, I want to take a hot bath."
It was so cold outside that her body felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar when she was caught in the rain, and her hands and feet were stiff.
Zhu Qingjia quickly took off her coat and helped Wen Sheng put it on. She turned to the servant behind her and said, "Sister-in-law Li, go ahead and make some ginger soup. Sister Sheng, I'll take you upstairs to take a bath."
The bedroom on the second floor is where Wen Sheng lived when he was a child. Jiang Ruxin has carefully preserved it over the years.
The servants have tidied it up again in the past two days, and the bedding is new, planning to leave it for her to live in when she comes back during the New Year.
Zhu Qingjia took a set of clean clothes from her room, filled the bathtub with hot water, and did not continue to ask Wen Sheng what happened. He just told her to take a hot bath first to avoid catching a cold.
At this time, Jiang Shifang stood outside the door, pacing back and forth anxiously. When he saw Zhu Qingjia coming out, he quickly stepped forward to ask the reason.
"What's wrong with Asheng? Is it okay? Do you want the family doctor to come?"
Despite Jiang Shifang's usually careless appearance, he was very caring and considerate towards his biological sister whom he found with great difficulty.
"Sister Sheng is taking a bath. I'll ask her questions later when she's finished washing herself," Zhu Qingjia said absentmindedly.
This was the third time she had seen Wen Sheng in such a state of despair.
The first time was the day Wen Tingshu left, and the second time was the time Wen Sheng and Fu Yanlin broke up.
In her memory, Wen Sheng was a strong and confident woman who rarely lost her composure.
Could it be related to Fu Yanlin?
When she was wondering, the mobile phone in Zhu Qingjia's pocket rang. She glanced at the screen, and her face immediately darkened.
This is Fu Yanlin.
"Brother, let me answer the phone."
Jiang Shifang nodded and worried Zhongzhong said, "I'm waiting for Asheng here."