Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Su Yiqing saw a flash of despair and sorrow in his eyes.

She felt an inexplicable surge of gloating in her heart: "Why? Is she unable to play anymore - is she dead?"

"Dead? You just say 'dead' so lightly?" Sheng Yang's eyes turned red, and he asked through gritted teeth, "When you were so indifferent to human life, did you ever think about who she was?

who is she?!"

He took a step forward.

He said sternly, "She is the wife I, Sheng Yang, truly and sincerely want to marry! The only woman I want to spend my life with!"

"She's the mother of my three-month-old child!"

"I'm not short of money, nor do I seek power. I just want someone I truly love to be by my side, to give me and my child a complete home. I've been waiting for this for thirty years. Do you know that?"

Su Yiqing had never seen him so furious.

Before, he was always cold.

A man's anger is intimidating.

Su Yiqing was scared.

Shut up.

But, it's too late.

Sheng Yang high-fived.

Someone pushed the door open, handed over a knife with both hands, and then retreated silently.

Sheng Yang held the knife and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to cut the rope on your hand? Then let you go secretly?"

Su Yiqing knew that he would not really let her go.

Just teasing her.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

"Look up." The man ordered her coldly.

Su Yiqing raised her head and glared at him fiercely.

The snow-white blade brushed gently against Sheng Yang's fingertips. "I, Sheng Yang, have always been vindictive, but I can't even remember how many stitches I've had on my head. How many stitches would it take to make up for it?"

Su Yiqing watched him walk towards her without blinking, her whole body trembling with fear.

She turned her head away quickly: "Don't come over here."

Seeing the tip of the knife only a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose, Sheng Yang gestured a few times and seemed to be thinking in embarrassment: "Should I operate here?"

"Or here?" He suddenly moved the knife up to her eyelashes.

"Or maybe here?" The cold blade had already touched her lips.

Su Yiqing cried out: "Please, don't..."

"What else?" Sheng Yang asked softly.

"Don't disfigure yourself! Please!" She closed her eyes.

"Won't........"

The back of the knife pressed lightly against her face, causing goose bumps.

However, not long after,

She felt as if the knife was taken away.

He soon heard footsteps and a door opening.

When I opened my eyes, Sheng Yang had already walked to the door.

He turned around and gave her a cold look.

Then he walked out...

-

Sheng Yang walked out the door.

He handed the knife to the man in black beside him.

"Pull out a few hairs from the woman with follicles, take three or four drops of blood on a tissue, and send them to the AK Genetic Testing Center for comparison with the blood sample brought back from Country Z."

"Yes." The man bowed respectfully and answered.

He turned around and handed the knife to the younger brother following behind him, "Go in and do it quickly!"

Sheng Yang: "I will talk to Dr. Jia about the follow-up matters. You can just send her to the destination according to the plan."

"Okay. Uncle Qin has explained everything. Mr. Sheng, shall I take you out now?"

Sheng Yang nodded.

The man in black bent down and took out the access card.

There was a "beep" sound.

The door opened.

They walked out,

The door slammed shut again.

-

Return to Siam Gulf Hotel.

It's almost four in the morning.

This time, Sheng Yang still didn't wake up Xiao Chen who was catching up on his sleep in the car.

He put his hands in his pockets and smoked a cigarette on the side of the road.

Put out the cigarette butt and throw it in the trash.

Wrapping the collar of my windbreaker tightly, I walked into the chilly autumn wind...

There is no purpose, just walking around.

But before I knew it, I had walked several streets.

-

After returning home, he rarely walked such a long distance.

Because there are cars everywhere.

No rain, no sun.

He can wear a suit all year round.

This is the right of the rich.

Like his friends, he can make the four seasons feel like spring.

But at this moment, Sheng Yang, who was lightly dressed, found that almost all the people riding electric bikes were wearing down jackets.

Not only that, they also made something like a quilt on the electric car.

Driving fast in the wind...

Before, he never knew or cared about these things.

He didn't even know that at this point, so many people in this city had already woken up.

The sanitation worker who was cleaning the place was wearing a thick coat and had already gone out on a tricycle.

The breakfast shop was already emitting hot smoke.

There are several vans near the vegetable market, and I don’t know whether they are unloading or loading goods.

A slightly plump woman struggled to drag a large sack from an electric tricycle and carried it on her back.

Walk towards the entrance of the vegetable market.

There seemed to be something wrong with her legs and she walked unsteadily.

Suddenly the woman felt a lightness on her shoulders.

Someone took the sack from his shoulders.

She looked up, and the helmet on her head instantly slipped down, blocking her eyes.

She quickly pushed up the brim of her helmet—

A tall and handsome man carried the sack that was originally on her shoulders.

Leading the way.

The man was wearing a long black trench coat of fine texture.

She had never seen such a handsome and gentle man.

She dropped out of school twenty years ago, so she had never seen a man like this during her student days.

Not even after work.

Because she works in an electronics factory.

Not even after marriage.

She married a man who was addicted to gambling and is currently raising two children.

Life is miserable.

She gets up early and goes to bed late, and she hasn't even watched TV for a long time, let alone had some unrealistic dreams.

But such a man suddenly appeared in front of her.

Although he was wearing a mask, just looking at his features, she was surprised at how handsome he was.

Her intuition told her that this might be the only side of them that they would see each other in their entire lives.

This man is not from her world.

She already has two children, so she is not shy.

I stared at his profile for a while.

The man pointed at the sacks piled up at the door of the shop and asked, "Should we move them to the front?"

She nodded vaguely and hurried to follow.

The man unloaded the sacks on the ground.

"Are there vegetables in it?" the man asked.

"It's winter melon and cabbage." the woman replied.

"It's very heavy." The man asked, "How much can this sack sell for?"

The woman held out her hands and thought for a moment: "Fifty or forty?"

"Oh!" The man's eyes fell on the cut on her finger, "You seem to be hurt."

The woman clenched her hands; her nails were long and there was some dirt in them.

She said a little embarrassedly: "It's not an injury, it's just housewife hands. They work a lot, so they will crack in autumn and winter."

He asked gently, "Anything else to move?"

The woman shook her head: "No more, all unloaded."

At this time, the stall owner came out to find her to settle the payment for the goods.

Just like this interruption,

The woman signed the form and looked up.

The man has disappeared...

-

It was almost dawn and the morning light was breaking.

Sheng Yang stopped by the electric pole, picked up his phone and sent a location message to Xiao Chen.

Call Xiao Chen to pick you up.

Then he opened his phone and flipped through a few photos.

I looked at it carefully for a while.

Finally, put the phone in the coat pocket.

Sheng Yang folded his hands, facing the wind,

I lit a cigarette with a lighter in the wind...

Others don’t know Qingluan County, but he knows it.

Many years ago, he went there with Yinlan to "teach"...

But the photos they sent him still surprised him.

So many years have passed, and there are still such poor families there.

Judging from the photos, her home can be said to be in a dilapidated state.

The adoptive father is said to be a bad man who has accomplished nothing and only knows how to abuse his wife and daughter.

The adoptive mother's eyes were dull, and it was obvious that she was a woman who had been drained by life.

I also have a younger brother who is in middle school.

She is not a daughter of a rich family.

Her surname is not Su, her surname is Xiang.

Her name is Xiang Ran.