Unbridled, Depraved

After Shen Qianhe came out of Xie's house, she did not follow Shen Wenyuan home, but got into Xie Jincheng's car and asked him to take her back to the apartment near the company.

Not sure if he was too tired or just pretending, but Shen Qianhe fell asleep on the soft seat as soon as he got in the car.

In her dream, she returned to that nightmarish hospital.

In the previous life, there was a fire at the Shen residence and everyone escaped except Shen Qianhe.

She woke up in the ICU.

At that time, her body was wrapped in bandages and she was in great pain.

When Shen Wenyuan heard that she had woken up, he came to the hospital the next day, but after just a few words, he left on the pretext of being busy at work.

Ye Xiangan only saw her once from a distance outside the isolation glass and never came again.

To her surprise, Ye Xiangan's uncle, Xie Jincheng, had come several times.

Every time, he would stand in front of the glass window for a long time.

The nurse said that her body was burned over 70% of the time. If Mr. Xie had not mobilized all resources to find the most authoritative burn doctors at home and abroad and used the most expensive medicine to give her full treatment, she might have died long ago.

Despite this, the pain tormented her all the time.

Secondary infection, heart failure, respiratory failure...

There were several times when Shen Qianhe felt that she couldn't hold on any longer, but for the sake of her sister, she kept gritting her teeth and persevering.

Until one day, Shen Mu came.

She told Shen Qianhe that Xiaoyu was dead.

She said that on the day of the fire, Xiaoyu saw her body burnt beyond recognition and was so frightened that she had a heart attack on the spot. When she was rushed to the hospital, she was already dead.

Every word is heart-wrenching and every sentence is bloody.

So, the traumatized Shen Qianhe died on that lonely and painful night.

......

Xie Jincheng was concentrating on reading the financial report in the car in his hand, but when he accidentally glanced at Shen Qianhe who was sleeping beside him, his eyes suddenly softened.

At this moment, Shen Qianhe was curled up in her seat like a quiet kitten, her black and shiny hair naturally falling over her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of her hair exuded an indescribable beauty.

Xie Jincheng lowered the seat for her, took off his suit jacket, and gently placed it over Shen Qianhe's delicate body.

She was very thin, and her skinny shoulders could barely hold his coat.

I don’t know what she dreamed about, but I saw her thick eyelashes tremble slightly twice, with crystal tears hanging on them, like broken stars.

Xie Jincheng's eyes were dark, his gaze fixed on Shen Qianhe's absolutely beautiful and seductive sleeping face. The emotions in his eyes were complex and difficult to discern, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

He gently stretched out his hand towards Shen Qianhe's hair, but his fingers stopped abruptly just before touching the hair, and hovered in mid-air.

The conversation between him and Shen Qianhe in the morning kept replaying in his mind.

He was also a little confused. What exactly did this woman in front of him, who was two-faced and good at disguising herself, want to do?

Is it just for the title of Mrs. Xie, to take revenge on Ye Xiangan?

Is being Mrs. Xie for two years worth exchanging her grandfather's inheritance for it?

His intuition told him no.

But he couldn't think of any other reason.

The car had been parked downstairs of Shen Qianhe's apartment for a long time.

It was not until a shrill car horn sounded from the roadside that Shen Qianhe was awakened from his dream.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly and she opened her hazy eyes.

When his eyes fell on the man in front of him, Shen Qianhe blurted out subconsciously:

"Uncle...why are you here?"

Xie Jincheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Uncle?"