The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

It’s a lie that men don’t covet beauty!

Especially for those from wealthy and powerful families like them, the women around them are most of the time their respectability when they go out and move around in the upper class society. The more beautiful and charming they are, the more they are the center of attention.

If they are like this, what about the boss, the Beidou?

"Don't worry, even if the sky falls, the boss will help you..."

Xing Jiashan bandaged the woman's wound and gently put her cold little hand back. Seeing her miserable appearance, he couldn't bear it and said a few words of comfort.

Ah…

Shi Rong sneered silently in her heart. Wasn't it her heaven that was destroyed by the person he said could support her?

She did not refute, nor did she say much. She just slowly lowered her head to express her gratitude to Xing Jiashan.

After returning to Shanjian Chenting, Shi Rong consciously opened the door, got out of the car, and walked into the villa.

She was like a stiff, unconscious midnight ghost. She passed by Wu Tanqiu's surprised figure and went straight back to her room on the second floor.

When the door closed, she seemed to have taken off all her disguises. With a "bang", she collapsed weakly to the ground along the patterned edge of the door.

The room was dimly lit, so she took advantage of the darkness to pull off the suit jacket draped over her back, raised her hand in a parabolic motion, and threw it out as if she were throwing away garbage.

She put her knees together, hugged them with her hands, and leaned her head gently on them. She just sat there, motionless, like a thoughtless sculpture.

It felt like something in my body was being peeled off bit by bit, until everything was completely gone.

"Master, is Xiao Rong okay?"

Wu Tanqiu came with a bowl of cooked ginger soup. She saw Huo Jiuzhou leaning on the windowsill opposite her door, smoking one cigarette after another.

The man did not respond to her question. He just put one hand in his pocket, his face gloomy and he seemed to be in a trance, as if he was thinking about something important.

Wu Tanqiu didn't dare ask more questions. She placed the ginger soup intact on the carpet at Shi Rong's door, raised her hand and knocked on the door twice.

"Xiao Rong, Aunt Wu made you some ginger soup. Remember to come out and drink it. Don't catch a cold."

……

Until the sun rises in the east and the sky becomes dim.

Shi Rong then looked up, stood up, walked into the bathroom, and washed his dirty body.

No one knew what she was thinking that night, but when she came out again, Wu Tanqiu clearly felt that her mental state seemed to be more depressed and dejected than before.

Coming to the laundry room in a daze, Shi Rong used the clean water in the pool to mechanically wash the suit jacket in his hand bit by bit, carefully and thoroughly.

Make sure there are no stains from her body on it, then air-dry and iron it to repair the wrinkles that she had pressed.

Until they look brand new, seal the clothes and hang them to dry in the softly lit courtyard of Shenting.

Looking back, Shi Rong took a deep look at it, his gaze completely focused, as if he was saying his final goodbye to something important through this coat.

A breeze accidentally blew up the strands of hair on her forehead, giving this ugly face a rare hint of beauty.

The love she had at first sight in her youth, under the moonlight and flowers, eventually disappeared completely and left her in these cruel and ruthless years.

Since then, Shi Rong has never spoken a word. He mostly uses actions to muddle through his daily life, expressing gratitude, indifference and alienation.

"How long are you going to be so awkward?"

For a whole month, no matter how Huo Jiuzhou forced and suppressed her, Shi Rong always looked indifferent and speechless, without saying a word or making a sound, and without any expression.

In the brightly lit study, the man irritably loosened the tie around his neck, feeling as depressing as a punch on soft cotton.

"say!"

He slammed the desk with such force that the neatly arranged objects on the desk shook three times.

If she was dissatisfied, she could vent, blame, or even curse him, and he would have no complaints.

But it was this silent and indifferent look that made Huo Jiuzhou feel angry no matter how he looked at it.

"Shi Rong, I once told you that I have a hundred ways to make you speak. Do you want to try?"

The man walked in front of Shi Rong with his long legs, and suddenly lifted her not-so-smooth chin with his long fingers, forcing her to look at him.

The woman was speechless and didn't even give him a decent response.

Even at this moment, his face was so handsome right up to her, and every angle and line on it depicted an incomparable stunning beauty, exuding a unique charm that was fascinating, but the woman was unmoved.

This face, which once drove her crazy, now makes her ignore it.

"good very good."

Huo Jiuzhou fiercely pushed her stubborn face away, furious.

"Get out there and kneel down until you're willing to speak."

He wanted to see how long this woman could hold on!

Outside the window, the night falls and the sky is covered with dark clouds. Now is the good time in the north city as winter turns to spring, and flowers are blooming and all things are reviving.

A sudden spring rain came, pouring down in torrents. Every drop seemed to carry an endless desire for the earth, rushing to hit and fall, splashing layers of water.

The woman was thinly dressed, kneeling in the deserted courtyard, her broken body hunched over, her head hanging in disarray.

The heavy rain around her seemed to have nothing to do with her. Even though her whole body was soaked, she seemed oblivious to it.

Is everything going to be over soon? She always thought to herself.

Wu Tanqiu's eyes were filled with heartache. He quietly came to the door to check on Shi Rong. He wanted to go up and talk things over, but he was afraid that the young master would become even angrier.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

……

Time passed quickly, but until the early morning, the woman remained motionless, kneeling there, with no intention of speaking a word.

Damn!

Huo Jiuzhou changed cigarettes one after another. His tall and slender body was hidden in the dim light in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at her without blinking.

This woman deserves to die!

She would rather kneel down, be humiliated, or get wet in the rain, but she was too stubborn to say a word to him!

Does she hate him so much?

Until... that humble, small but not to be ignored figure suddenly fell to the ground.

The man was startled and didn't even have time to think. He took a step forward and walked towards her consciously.

"Master...you don't have an umbrella!"

Wu Tanqiu was so anxious that he didn't care about any rules. He took the initiative to open a black umbrella, ran over and held it over the two people's heads.

Huo Jiuzhou picked up Shi Rong horizontally, held her in his arms, brought her back to the room, and without hesitation, began to take off her wet coat.

"Call Xing Jiashan."

Wu Tanqiu was stunned and wanted to remind the young master that there is a difference between men and women, but then he thought, it wasn't the first time anyway, so he walked out the door with a long look.