But he was selfish, not to act that way would make him suffer greatly. He didn’t want to break up with her, nor did he want to become strangers with Mo Ran because of Wen Sha’s despicable tactics.
He swore he would treat her very well, extremely well, in the future to make up for the hurt he had caused her.
The two reconciled, and their relationship became even closer than before. At least when Tang Song kissed her, she didn’t subconsciously dodge anymore.
Gu Yixuan still called every day, but Mo Ran never answered. As soon as he called, she would hang up, thinking that over time, Gu Yixuan would get tired and give up on her.
Wouldn’t everyone be better off living their own lives in such a way?
After a couple of happy days, Mo Ran also started to look for a new house, planning to move as soon as she finalized the agreement.
The lawsuit on this side was not going to happen, and Tang Song had handed over the case to someone else. The neighborhood was definitely going to be demolished, it was just a matter of time.
Just when she thought life would go on peacefully, she unexpectedly received a parcel.
It was strange, who sent her this parcel without even a name?
Mo Ran returned home and opened the package, which contained a pile of photos. The first thing that caught her eye was the intertwined figures of a man and a woman, looking like purposely shot pornographic pictures.
Just as she wondered who would be so bored as to send this stuff, Mo Ran’s gaze fell on a photo.
In that photo, the man’s face was fully visible—it was Tang Song!
One after another, all photos depicted Tang Song and a woman tumbling in bed; Mo Ran’s face grew paler and paler, until completely devoid of color.
She stared in shock at these photos, feeling that her eyes must be deceiving her, but that man was Tang Song!
The female protagonist in them, she seemed familiar.
Mo Ran remembered, it was the girl she had seen on the street last time, walking together with Tang Song.
But wasn’t Tang Song supposed to have only walked with his sister?
Mo Ran had no idea what to do, nor what reaction to have, just feeling her whole body turn ice-cold, feeling so helpless, so heartbroken.
At that moment, her phone rang. She didn’t want to answer it, but the phone kept ringing. She thought it was Tang Song calling, but it was an unknown number. Thɪs chapter is updated by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
After answering the call, a woman’s voice came from the other end, "Are you Mo Ran?"
It was also familiar, the same one she had heard when she called Tang Song early in the morning on New Year’s Day.