Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Su Dayong was anxious, the veins on his forehead bulging. He quickly walked up to Su Ruonan, raised his palm high, and slapped Su Ruonan in the face with all his strength: "Who allowed you to break up with Jiang Mingyu?"

Su Dayong didn't even ask the reason for the incident and simply assumed that it was all his daughter's fault.

With a "slap", Su Ruonan was slapped hard.

His cheeks immediately became red and swollen, with five fingerprints clearly reflected on them.

Su Jiawang was stunned when he heard the sound. Looking at his sister whose cheeks were swollen as if bleeding, he turned his head, leaned to the corner of the sofa, and curled up into a ball.

Luckily it didn't hit me in the face, but I knew from the sound it must have hurt.

When Wang Xiazhi saw her daughter being beaten, she just pouted slightly and secretly agreed with her husband's actions in her heart: Good job!

As a mother, she didn't feel the slightest bit sad or upset because her daughter was beaten.

Su Ruonan had never expected that her father would hit her. She didn't know whether it was because she was too frightened or too sad, but she seemed to have lost her soul. She stood there motionless, with her eyes wide open.

Su Dayong looked at his daughter's face which was swollen and red from being beaten, but he felt no guilt at all.

"Ruonan, quickly admit your mistake to your father, and go talk to Mingyu tomorrow and make amends. We're already engaged, how can you break up like this? Where will your father and I put our faces?"

Wang Xiazhi was blaming her daughter implicitly and implicitly, and they didn't even ask why they broke up.

Like her father, her mother believed that even if it was Jiang Mingyu who proposed the breakup, it was Su Ruonan's fault.

"Mingyu is such a good kid. He's fair-skinned, well-educated, and comes from a distinguished family. If you leave him, where will you find someone like him? Look at you. How are you worthy of him? The fact that he's engaged to you is a testament to the kindness of our Su family's ancestors. You only have a brain for books. You can't even grasp such a good man when he's given to you."

Seeing her daughter standing there motionless and not saying a word, Wang Xiazhi couldn't help but frown and her tone became sharp: "Did you hear that?" Her voice was high and thin, like a needle, piercing straight into her daughter's ears.

Su Ruonan finally came to her senses. Her tone was normal, but it was easy to hear her determination and seriousness: "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize?"

"It's impossible for Jiang Mingyu and I to have a relationship. Just give up."

After saying that, Su Ruonan turned around and prepared to leave this home that never belonged to her.

"If you leave, I will pretend that you are not my daughter!" Su Dayong was furious when he saw that his authority was challenged unprecedentedly. He widened his eyes, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged out because of anger, and his whole face became distorted and terrifying.

However, Su Ruonan was not frightened by her father's roar. She laughed at herself in her heart: So what if I, a daughter, don't exist? There is no place for her in her father's heart.

Su Ruonan paused for a moment, but quickly regained her resolve and continued walking towards the gate.

Su Ruonan's eyes revealed a kind of determination and indomitable spirit, and her back looked so lonely and stubborn, as if declaring her independence and strength to the world.

Seeing that his daughter was really gone, Su Dayong vented his anger on his wife and yelled at Wang Xiazhi, "Wang Xiazhi, look at your beautiful daughter. She's trying to piss me off to death."

"From today on, I will pretend that I don't have this daughter. Whether she lives or dies in the future has nothing to do with me. I will return the fruit she bought to her. I have no right to enjoy it."

Seeing that her husband was really angry, Wang Xiazhi did not dare to disobey him. She hurried to the dining table, picked up the fruit on the table and quickly threw it out the door.

With a "bang", the door was slammed shut from the inside, and the parents' scolding voices could be clearly heard from inside.

She is not afraid of being bitten by lice because there are too many of them, and she is used to hearing insults.

Humans are truly creatures with strong survival abilities. Within just one day, she was able to ignore the insults.

Su Ruonan slowly squatted down, picked up the strawberries scattered on the ground at her feet, and gently put them back into the bag one by one. She picked up the strawberries even though they were broken into pieces.

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The autumn sunshine is just right, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and it shines warmly on the body.

The smell of food wafted through the neighborhood; it turned out to be noon already.

Su Ruonan only felt a burst of burning and stinging sensation on her face. She subconsciously reached out to touch her cheek, and the pain made her cry out in pain.

She took out a makeup mirror from her bag and looked at herself in the mirror. The scene in the mirror made her frown - because her skin was whiter and thinner than that of ordinary people, the scars on her face looked even more shocking.

Su Ruonan looked closely and saw that the fingerprints were an unusual purple hue, which seemed to be blood bruises. The corners of her mouth were not spared, and the blood had formed scabs.

Su Ruonan gently untied her ponytail, letting her soft hair fall on both sides of her shoulders like a waterfall.

She carefully pushed her hair back to her cheeks, trying to use it to cover up the eye-catching scars. Because of the hair covering her face, it was difficult for others to notice her red and swollen cheeks unless they looked closely.

It was dinner time, and most residents were busy preparing or enjoying their meals, so there were few pedestrians on the street. This made Su Ruonan feel a little relieved, because it reduced the risk of others discovering the scars on her face.

Su Ruonan walked towards the street next to the community. She remembered that there seemed to be a large chain pharmacy there. Su Ruonan planned to buy some anti-swelling medicine and ice patches.

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"Shi Ye, you are so mean. I've asked you out for dinner several times, but every time you say you don't have time. If I didn't know you were a perennial bachelor, I would have suspected that you were busy coaxing your girlfriend. Tell me, how come you have time today?" Zhou Yichen couldn't help complaining as he looked at the man opposite him who was eating slowly.

Although he grew up with Song Shiye, he was crushed by Song Shiye in all aspects since childhood. Song Shiye was what people called the child from another family.

His parents always said, "Look at Shi Ye, then look at you." He had heard this since he was very young, and his ears were almost callused.

Even though they lived under Song Shiye's shadow, it did not hinder their relationship at all.

Today, his mother was nagging him again. In a fit of anger, he had to say that he had something to discuss with Song Shiye, and only then did he escape his mother's tight control.

Her slender, white fingers, with distinct joints, held the knife and fork, slowly cutting the steak on the plate: "Guess."

Zhou Yichen curled his lips in disgust when he heard the mysterious answer.

Forget it, this guy clearly doesn’t want to talk. It’s pointless to ask again. You won’t get any answer from him, so Zhou Yichen doesn’t bother to care.

He forked a piece of steak and put it into his mouth. The tender beef and the full gravy made him squint his eyes in enjoyment of the taste.

"The steak in this restaurant is so delicious, why didn't you bring me here earlier?" Zhou Yichen was busy and didn't forget to complain.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Zhou Yichen could not help but look up, only to see Song Shiye staring at a certain place outside the window.

This guy usually looks like he has no desires or ambitions. Zhou Yichen couldn't help but wonder what could be so attractive to Song Shiye.

Zhou Yichen looked in the direction Song Shiye was looking. There was nothing but a few trees and parked cars on the side of the road. "What are you looking at? Why are you so engrossed?"

Song Shiye picked up the coat on the back of the chair and casually put it on, then stood up and said in a panic, "I have something to take care of, so I'll leave first. Just put this meal on my account."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried towards the door with big strides.

It was as if something urgent was urging him, and he didn't give Zhou Yichen behind him any time to respond.

Zhou Yichen sat in his seat, watching Song Shiye's departing back, deep in thought.