The little fox is super pregnant, the heir-less boss is spoiling her like crazy

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Su Mei chooses: [Accept]

The day Su Wanyue died was the day when Murong Yunlang, the top scorer of this year's imperial examination, got married.

In the dilapidated and leaky temple, several beggars were discussing the lively wedding in the village today.

"Today is a good day for the number one scholar to marry Miss Liu."

"I heard that the top scholar had this young lady from the Liu family by his side during his ten years of studying, and now he has finally made it through."

Su Wanyue lay on the cold wooden board.

She was wrapped in only a tattered straw mat.

Her clothes were mostly torn, and her body was covered with large and small abscesses, all left by syphilis.

Although it has come to this, she still wants to live, even if it is just a barely surviving existence.

She stretched out her dry hands towards the beggars as hard as she could, as if she wanted to grab something, her fingertips trembling violently.

Immediately afterwards, a loud noise was heard outside the temple, and someone drove out the beggars who were originally staying in the dilapidated temple.

The next second, a pair of shoes embroidered with gold thread stepped hard on the back of her hand.

Su Wanyue looked up and saw Murong Yunlang's handsome face. She looked at him pleadingly.

"Yun Lang, please, save me."

Hearing this, Liu Qingran, who was standing next to him, was very displeased.

"How dare you, a slut like you, call Yun Lang by his first name?"

"Yun Lang, I really haven't done anything to let you down."

Her voice was like a dilapidated old wooden window. When the wind blew, it immediately made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"Qingran, please, find a doctor for me. I just want to live. I will never appear in front of you in my life."

Murong Yunlang came from a poor family. If he had not studied in her family's private school, he would have had no chance of passing the imperial examination.

If she hadn't begged her father to pave the way for him, Murong Yunlang would have been nothing more than a bug in the gutter.

Liu Qingran glanced at the woman on the ground with disdain, then retracted his foot and wiped it vigorously on the ground. Then he sneered, "Su Wanyue, you used to be uneducated and unskilled, and were known as a fool among the noble ladies in the city. That's why your father wanted to use Yun Lang, hoping that Yun Lang would support the glory of your Su family. Unfortunately, you are not only a fool, but also behave very dissolutely, so Yun Lang abandoned you."

Su Wanyue couldn't help but retort.

"But, when Yun Lang was studying at my family's private school, his food, clothing, and other expenses were all paid for by my Su family. His annual expenses amounted to several hundred taels. Today, I am simply asking for some money from you to support my life. How is that excessive?"

Hearing this, Murong Yunlang stepped forward. He seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, and even his face was distorted.

"Su Wanyue, are you always so high and mighty?"

"You're just like your traitorous father. You're so arrogant and say nice things, but you actually look down on me."

"However, your traitorous father has been executed. If I were you, I would certainly not continue to live in disgrace."

"Look at how despicable you are now. I feel sick just looking at you for even a second."

After he finished speaking in one breath, he turned around and walked out without even giving her a glance.

Su Wanyue weakly grasped the straw beside her, tears of blood sliding down the corners of her eyes. Only at this moment did she truly realize her stupidity.

Back then, her father had reminded her that Murong Yunlang's eyes were too complicated and his mind was not pure, so he was not a good man.

Moreover, as the legitimate daughter of the Zhenbei General's Mansion, she has a noble status.

Murong Yunlang was just a down-and-out kid from a noble family, from a poor family background. He was not a good match for her, and she shouldn't have anything to do with him.

At a poetry reading, he helped her out and she fell in love with him at first sight.

So, despite her father's opposition, she cried, made a fuss, and even threatened to hang herself, insisting on inviting him to study in her private school as a student.

It was she who knelt on the cliff for three days and three nights in the heavy snow, and only then did she seek guidance from a famous teacher for him.

It was she who spared no expense in building up his profile among the people and earning him the reputation of a talented man.

Otherwise, how could Murong Yunlang become famous in the capital in just one year.

Su Wanyue understood that she was no longer the same person she used to be. Murong Yunlang would definitely not accept her. She just wanted to survive.

"Where is my Su family's heirloom? Can you return the jade pendant I gave you?"

The jade pendant was given to her by her father, who asked her to keep it carefully and give it to her future husband.

The blood jade was of excellent quality and was a rare find in the world. Since Murong Yunlang looked down on her, he would return the blood jade to her.

If she pawned the blood jade, she could at least get a large sum of money, which could cure her illness and also ensure that she would not have to worry about food and drink in the future.

At this time, Murong Yunlang had already walked out, and only Liu Qingran was left in the dilapidated temple.

There was a look of compassion on her pretty face, but when she looked at Su Wanyue lying on the ground, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"Blood Jade..."

She slowly took out a jade pendant from her fair neck and deliberately bent down so that Su Wanyue could see it more clearly.

"Are you talking about this one? Unfortunately, Yun Lang has already given it to me. Su Wanyue, do you know how your father died? How did he become known as a traitor?"

Hearing this, Su Wanyue seemed to realize something. A bloody smell suddenly rushed up her throat. Her pupils trembled, but she still asked, "Is it you? Is it you?"

Hearing this, Liu Qingran smiled. She cruelly stretched out a finger and gently shook it. "No, it was actually you. You personally gave Yun Lang your father's seal. Otherwise, how could Yun Lang have fabricated the letter of your father's treason? As for your illness, it was because Yun Lang found a few beggars to consummate your marriage with you during your wedding. He had long hated you, so he drugged your wine."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I were you, I would be too ashamed to live in this world."

The blood in her throat finally gushed out, but Su Wanyue didn't feel any pain at all. Her heart had long been numb.

ridiculous……

It's ridiculous...

She was infatuated with the wrong person and not only hurt herself but also her father.

Before her consciousness gradually faded, the last voice Su Wanyue heard was Liu Qingran's.

She ordered her servants with disgust, "Drag this bitch's body out and feed it to the wild dogs."

-

When she regained consciousness, Su Wanyue found herself turned into a ghost, floating in front of her own grave.

Who built such a gorgeous tomb for her after her death?

A low and suppressed whimpering sound came from the grave. Su Wanyue floated over curiously. She saw a man in armor kneeling in front of her grave, covering his face and crying.