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Qin Youxuan walked rigidly to the cold dining table, surveying the hollow house – a pang of something unspoken wavering in her heart.
The celebration she messed up yesterday was happening again today.
Jin Chenye, a bastard child begetting more favor than the Crown Prince, you must be very proud, aren’t you?
Perhaps she didn’t take her mobile phone intentionally, thus fitting well with the dinner plans of the family of three, no longer having to worry about someone disrupting their meal, right?
“Miss, your noodles are ready.” The butler hurriedly came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles. Despite his hurry, he added considerable condiments – much preferable to plain noodle soup.
“Thank you.” Qin Youxuan took the noodles from the butler’s hand, sniffed at it, “Smells great…”
“I’m glad you like them, Miss. I’ll get back to work now.” The butler waved and hastily withdrew.
Qin Youxuan took a few bites of the noodles, alleviating her hunger. She let her imagination roam to the picture of a cozy family dinner while catching her reflection as a lone diner—an immediate appetite killer.
After merely appeasing her hunger, she was unable to eat any more.
This time, she didn’t call for the butler. She cleaned up her dish and cutlery and returned to her room.
Lying on her bed, she was far from sleepy.
As she moved to take off her coat, she remembered the note that Dan Hanjie had given her earlier—she quickly sat up and pulled it out.
She opened it to find only four characters:[Yongsheng Technology]
“What is this?” Qin Youxuan stared at the note in her hand, flipping it back and forth, only to find these four characters.
What the hell, going out of his way to stuff a note in her hand, only to leave these four characters?
A cheque would be better!
Even if for a little money!
“Judging by the name, it sounds like a company project…”
But why give this to her?
No matter how hard Qin Youxuan wracked her brain, she couldn’t grasp the significance of why Dan Hanjie suddenly gave her this note.
“Forget it, don’t think about it anymore!”
Qin Youxuan had been puzzling over it for a while, but couldn’t figure it out. She didn’t want to call Dan Hanjie about it either, so she nonchalantly threw the note into the bin and climbed out of bed.
She walked to her closet, reached in, and drew out a box from the bottom.
With a flick of her finger, Qin Youxuan removed the cover, revealing neatly arranged files and photographs.
Her pale, long fingers touched the top photo of the two of them—Qin Youxuan had a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.
As if she could hear Dan Hanjie’s teeth-grinding words whispered in her ear once more, “Qin Youxuan, even your own brother is infatuated with you. You have an odd taste!”
“I also thought that my taste was quite bold, but isn’t that because I was blind and knew nothing at that time.” Self-talking, Qin Youxuan reached out and removed that photograph.
Her hands gripped either side of the photograph, slowly tearing it downwards. With a squeaky sound, the photograph was ripped in two.
Qin Youxuan threw her half back in the box, brusquely closed the lid, and shoved it back into the closet.
The torn picture of Jin Chenye was casually discarded into the trash can.
Just like the irrevocable past she had discarded, not a trace of sentiment was left—all reduced to garbage…
This is Qin Youxuan, merciless not only to others, but even more so to herself!
“Mr. Jie, we’ve arrived.”
The car came to a steady stop outside the entrance of Zhi Shang. Yao looked back at the motionless man.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw him fiddling with a medicine bottle — his eyes slightly widened.
The blue glass medicine bottle held white pills that were conspicuously shifting, Dan Hanjie was playing with the bottle cap, opening and closing it, while propping his chin lost in thought.