"Tsk tsk tsk... you really are your parents' darling. For the sake of getting back those embarrassing videos of you, your parents are willing to hand over all their assets to me and Anthony."
"Shu Yao, kneel down and beg me. Hahaha, beg me, and maybe if you beg me, I'll return those videos to you."
"I prefer playing with several people at once. You're not cut out for running a company at all. You should open a club. With your skills in bed, tsk tsk tsk, how many men would you drive wild."
"A slut who's slept with thousands and had thousands lay beside her, and you think you can kill me? Shu Yao, don't dream your spring and autumn fantasies."
"Wuwu... Yao Yao, Mom's only wish in this life is for you to live well."
"I've sent your child away with your father. With that child around, you'll live in shadow your whole life."
"Yao Yao, don't blame your Mom and Dad for being heartless. We just want you to be happy. Your parents are useless..."
...
Everything from the past flashed through her mind, like a fast-forwarded movie, presenting all her past dark stories.
Pain, struggle, torment—a myriad of emotions surged into her heart. That kind of pain was beyond the expression of any language or text.
She remembered.
She remembered everything with Qing Si Huai, and all that had happened before.
She recalled even more clearly how she had been schemed against by Qing Si Huai, and those wild nights with so many men.
Each scene, each frame, was like a sharp dagger continuously stabbing her heart, bleeding profusely, a bloody pain, a bloody lesson.
So, Qing Si Huai was so vicious and so detestable.
Meng Jing Wei had concealed so much for her, so much.
She had failed her mother, her father, her child, and everyone around her.
Lan Shu gritted her teeth, and as she slowly opened her eyes to look at Qing Si Huai, their bright gazes met for a few seconds. Then, she pouted her lips and chided, "Ah Huai, why are you like this? This is a restaurant, aren't you afraid of being seen? Really!"
Hearing her words, Qing Si Huai's mind went blank for a moment.
For some reason, the instant she opened her eyes, Qing Si Huai felt as if he could discern a trace of intense hatred and killing intent from her eyes, yet she was clearly smiling.
No, it must be an illusion.
Lan Shu...
Oh, wait, at this moment she was Shu Yao.
A Shu Yao awakened to her killing intent, burdened by hatred.
From this day forward, there would be no more Lan Shu in this world.
"Ah Huai, let's go somewhere else."
Shu Yao raised her hand to embrace his neck, actively kissed his cheek, and then leaned her head on his shoulder, murmuring softly, "I miss you."
"Huh? Oh, okay, okay, hahahaha..."
Qing Si Huai hadn't expected Shu Yao to be so forward, and he was so happy he couldn't close his mouth.
Thus, the two left the restaurant hand in hand, heading straight to a nearby hotel.
The Emperor Grand Hotel.
Qing Si Huai booked a presidential suite. He held Shu Yao's waist, and they entered the elevator, then the suite.
The moment the door closed, the man impatiently pinned her against the wall and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.
"Shh~"
Shu Yao raised her right hand, placed her index finger on his lips, and said, "Can you take a shower first? I don't like the smell of smoke on you; it's too strong."
"Oh? Haha, alright."
Qing Si Huai nodded, reached out, and pinched her cheek. "You little vixen, you're truly wicked."
"How can I be as wicked as you?" Shu Yao's fingers hooked his tie, and she suddenly pulled him closer, gently biting his lips. "Go on." She pushed him away again.
That action was full of charm, making Qing Si Huai's heart flutter, his body feel hot, and his blood surge.