After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Wearing a golden robe, she dares not enter the mortal world.

Aren't they talking about people in their circle? They can do anything for fame and fortune. They can be disabled, but that's their personal business. But if they run naked, it will bring shame to the family.

They wouldn't do such stupid things.

"Sister Jin, you understand too much, don't you?" Shi Jinghong smiled and spoke casually.

Wen Jin leaned lazily on the chair. The pink cheongsam on her gave her a unique charm that was between maturity and youthfulness.

"You taught well." How could I not understand the reality that I spent a lifetime and three lives to see?

"We? We don't have that ability," Shi Jinghong responded with a smile and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Just as he was about to light the fire, he remembered that there was a girl next to him: "Do you mind?"

Wen Jin didn't respond to him, but instead extended her hand.

Shi Jinghong:........... "What do you mean?"

"Have one."

Shi Jinghong:.........

Does she still smoke?

When did this happen?

Isn't she a good girl? She was the one who didn't say a single dirty word when she was scolded in order to get close to Shen Xunzhou.

Have you all started smoking?

"It's not good for girls to smoke."

Wen Jin asked back: "Is it stipulated by law?"

"Or is it that here, Master Shi, there is a difference between men and women, and cigarettes are exclusive to you men?"

"That's not what I meant."

Wen Jin stretched his hand forward: "That's it."

Shi Jinghong wanted to see whether Wen Jin really knew how to do it or was just pretending.

He handed over a cigarette and offered to light it.

Wen Jin took a puff of the cigarette, and when his slender fingertips pulled the cigarette from his lips, the way he puffed out smoke was comparable to that of an old smoker like him.

"You really can?"

"What good will it do for me to lie to you?" Wen Jin glanced at the other person sideways, slid down, sat on the edge of the lounge chair, and looked up at the sky.

As expected, the dazzling stars can only be seen in places far away from the edge of the city.

They are not to be replaced by neon lights.

I wish she had understood this truth in her previous life.

"You are so awesome, aren't you?" Shi Jinghong said this, looking at Wen Jin with a little admiration.

"When I stand with Shen Xunzhou, do you still think I'm awesome?"

Wen Jin sneered, raised his hand to take a puff of cigarette, sighed faintly, and pointed at the stars in the sky: "Only if we stay away from the edge of the city, the stars will not be covered by neon lights."

“It’s the same with people.”

“Stay away from those who overshadow you, and live out your own light.”

Shi Jinghong was shocked by Wen Jin's words. Didn't he say that he was uneducated and unskillful?

The phrase Song Jinzhi often said was, Wen Jin is a idiot.

But look at it now, can a fool understand this truth?

"Have you really thought it through? You don't want to mess with Shen Xunzhou anymore?"

"No more!" Wen Jin answered firmly.

"Just say you won't do it?"

Wen Jin nodded: "If you say you won't do it, then don't do it."

Then he remembered something and tilted his head to look at Shi Jinghong: "If there are any little puppies, remember to introduce them to me!"

Shi Jinghong grinned and looked behind Wen Jin: "I dare not."

"Look back."

Wen Jin looked back and saw that Shen Xunzhou had been standing there since some time ago, wearing a black suit with his tie neatly tied around his neck.

His gaze fixed on her was like a deep spring, ready to drown her.

"You........" Wen Jin turned around and was about to curse, but Shi Jinghong disappeared.

"Fuck!" He ran faster than a dog.

No wonder he suddenly asked her if she was done with Shen Xunzhou.

Shen Xunzhou looked at the cigarette in Wen Jin's hand with a deep and scary look: "When did you learn it?"

"A long time ago."

“Smoking is bad.”

Wen Jin hummed and nodded: "Being in love is not good either, I am going to quit it together."

Shen Xunzhou:........

Wen Jin didn't want to stay in the same space with him, so he sighed and said, "I'll go in first."

"You just say you don't love me anymore? Miss Wen is really good at letting go of what she picked up."

Wen Jin paused in the teaching and training department where he was walking, and turned his back to Shen Xunzhou.

"People always wake up in an instant. If Mr. Shen feels that this is too sudden, I apologize to you."

"You didn't wake up before you slept with me, but you woke up after you slept with me. What's your intention?"

The man's face was gloomy: "Playing with me?"

Wen Jin didn't want to argue, so he just gave up and said, "Just take it as it is!"

In the banquet hall, Mr. Zhou was chatting with people in the crowd. When Wen Jin walked in, he saw the old man chatting with Wen Qiyun: "Didn't they say that there is a girl in your family? Where is she?"

"Grandpa, I'm here," Wen Jin walked over familiarly and stood beside Wen Mo, looking at the old man with a smile on his face.

"I like this girl. She has a sweet face."

When old people say that a child has a sweet face, they are referring to the child's good-looking face.

Zhou Shan stood aside and introduced him to the old man with a smile: "Grandpa, Wen Jin is a friend of my brother and me!"

"Really? Why haven't I seen you bring her home to play?" The old man asked even though he knew the answer.

What kind of friend is that? A friend is someone you need.

If you don't need it anymore, you won't recognize it anymore.

"Don't you like quietness? Look who I brought home? Don't stir up trouble in front of my friends!"

The old man smiled dotingly: "Yes, yes, I wronged you."

Halfway through the banquet, Zhou Ying presented a gift.

When the framed landscape painting was brought in, the old man's eyes lit up.

"I heard that this painting was painted by a new artist, and Mr. Zhou spent 10 million to buy it."

"What a big deal!"

"Isn't it because the old man likes it? He only loves the paintings from the Shanshui Studio."

“But the paintings in their studios are either reserved two years in advance or waiting to be auctioned.”

A painting is hard to come by.

Wen Jin looked at the painting that was carried in and thought, as expected.

She likes people like this who are stupid and have a lot of money.

...........

The banquet is over.

Wen Jin followed Wen Qiyun and the others home.

I had just gone upstairs and was about to change my cheongsam. When I was halfway through zipping up my cheongsam, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Wan'er, wearing a dress for the banquet, came in angrily and slapped her in the face.

The hit missed half of her face.

Blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

Wen Mo's room was next to Wen Jin's. When she heard the noise, she rushed over and pulled Zhao Wan'er away: "Mom, what are you doing?"

"It's all in the past, why did you go home and fight?"

"Wen Jin, didn't you say in a loud voice that you wanted to take it back? If you have the guts...?"

"Bang!" Zhao Wan'er hadn't finished her words.

Wen Jin raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

"You...you hit your mother?"

Wen Mo was frightened. Wen Jin was crazy?

I would never do it in the past no matter what!

Wen Jin stared at her fiercely, murderous: "I treated you as my mother, do you treat me as your daughter?"

"You gave my things to Wen Mo, and then you wanted to attack me in public without knowing right from wrong because of a few words from others. What? Beating me in front of outsiders, will it help you, Madam Wen, to gain prestige, or make those rich ladies who look down on you look at you in a new light?"

"You never loved me since we were little, and you didn't even bother to pretend."

"Why don't you take some time to come to the hospital with me? Let's do a DNA test to see if I'm your biological daughter."

"Rebellious son, rebellious son... You are simply a rebellious son."