[GB] Boss Ruan, your husband doesn't want you anymore.

Ruan Qingyu stood up and stepped forward, kicking the barely breathing Ruan Tang hard. Ruan Tang's leg slammed into the coffee table.

A "thump!" sound was heard.

This loud noise revealed just how much Ruan Qingyu hated Ruan Tang.

The loud noise made Ruan Ming tremble like a startled bird.

Ruan Qingyu walked over, lifted Ruan Ming's chin, and asked teasingly, "Do you know how I know all this?"

Ruan Qingyu pressed her thumb against Ruan Ming's lips, grinding it heavily on the wound he had bitten, and then said, "Because that rapist was released from prison."

Ruan Ming was forced to look Ruan Qingyu in the eye. He opened his mouth, his throat was very dry, and he felt extremely embarrassed, making him want to run away.

Ruan Ming felt ashamed when he recalled Lin Jiang's relationship with Ruan Qingyu and the words he had said not long ago.

They learned that everything Ruan Qingyu had done was to take revenge on them.

Knowing the whole truth, he couldn't say a word, lowered his eyelashes, and waited for Ruan Qingyu to pronounce his sentence.

Ruan Qingyu frowned, pulled Fu Qing out of Ruan Ming's arms, and pushed her aside. Then, several people came in and took Ruan Tang and Fu Qing away.

Ruan Qingyu: "It's really in the way."

Ruan Ming looked at Fu Qing, who was being taken away, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "Where are you taking them?!"

Ruan Qingyu explained good-naturedly, "Of course, we should send them to where they need to go."

Ruan Ming clenched his fists, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

Seeing that Ruan Ming remained silent, Ruan Qingyu grabbed Ruan Ming's hair with displeasure: "Speak!"

Ruan Ming let out a soft exclamation, a moment of confusion in her eyes: "What do you want me to say?"

"I've lost everything! Isn't my fate something you can decide with a single word?"

Ruan Ming continued, his lips trembling, "Yes, I overestimated myself compared to Ruan Qian'an, and I shouldn't have been born into this world. I am the culprit behind everything."

"My life was stolen; I was supposed to live in the mud my whole life."

Ruan Ming opened his mouth, his throat dry and hoarse: "Ruan Qingyu, I will get far away from you."

Ruan Qingyu loosened her grip on Ruan Ming's hair and said with amusement, "Get lost?"

She chuckled softly, "That's not enough."

Ruan Ming's pupils trembled slightly, and she said with disbelief followed by self-deprecation, "Whatever."

Ruan Qingyu loosened Ruan Ming's hair: "You owe me."

Ruan Ming squatted on the ground, hugging his head. His trembling body showed that he was crying. He was the only one left in the huge room.

cemetery.

Humming a song, Ruan Qingyu, in high spirits, carried a shovel and headed towards the highest point.

Kun stood there as if he had been waiting for a long time and said, "Finally, you've arrived."

Ruan Qingyu put down the shovel, which made a sound as it hit the ground. Ruan Qingyu asked, "Is something wrong?"

Kun: "Of course."

Then he handed a stack of documents to Ruan Qingyu: "Another important part of the company's information."

Ruan Qingyu asked incredulously, "She's still willing to give it to me?"

Kun maintained his fake smile: "These things are not important to the boss. Take care of yourself."

Kun glanced at the shovel Ruan Qingyu was holding and politely asked, "Do you need any help?"

Ruan Qingyu narrowed her eyes, her gaze full of wariness, and said, "No need."

If she finds out what's behind this joke, Ruan Qian'an probably won't let her off the hook.

Kun looked at the wary Ruan Qingyu without saying anything and walked down.

Ruan Qingyu looked at the woman in the black and white photo on the tombstone, who was smiling gently. Below the photo, it simply read, "Tomb of Ye Shu".

Ruan Qingyu looked at the person in the photo and said, "I've come to see you. I'm so sorry it took me so long to come."

Then he went straight to the back and started digging with a shovel.

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Qian'an leaned against the railing, her hands hanging limply outside, wisps of unburnt smoke rising from them.

The sea breeze tousled her hair and hastened the burning of the candle in her hand.

Qian'an was oblivious to the red dot burning her, when the phone in her pocket rang, breaking her reverie.

Qian An picked up her phone and answered. Kun's voice came through the phone: "I gave it to Ruan Qingyu. She seemed very surprised."

Qian An chuckled softly.

Kun continued, "It seems like something is hidden there. Should we keep an eye on it?"

Qian'an looked at the burnt-out contents and threw them into the trash can, saying, "No need."

Qian'an hung up the phone, letting out a soft, somewhat eerie laugh in this deserted place. "How far have you planned this, Mom?"

Qian An remained expressionless and reacted quickly, catching the attack that was coming at her. Qian An turned her head to look at Wu Ying.

Wu Ying's face revealed a bloodthirsty expression: "Oops, you've blocked my way."

Qian An increased the pressure on his hands, but Wu Ying remained oblivious, still laughing bloodthirstyly.

Not surprisingly.

With a snap, Wu Ying's hand was truly severed.

Qian An released Wu Ying's wrist, and Wu Ying, without feeling any pain, touched her own wrist and snapped it back into place with a crack.

Leaning against the railing, she looked at Qian'an and said, "Guess where your man ran off to."

Qian An rested her chin on her hand, gazing absentmindedly into the distance, and said, "Where?"

Wu Ying: "He went downstairs."

Qian An turned her head back and looked at Wu Ying with pity: "I know, didn't you go with your father?"

Wu Ying: "What kind of look is that? Be careful or I'll gouge your eyes out."

Qian An: "Give it a try."

Wu Ying's face is exactly the same as Ruan Qian'an's, but Ruan Qian'an's face is more peaceful while Wu Ying looks very evil, and her temperament is very different from Ruan Qian'an's.

Her smile looked even more sinister. Qian An frowned, pressed one hand against Wu Ying's cheek, and said, "Your face is truly repulsive."

Before Wu Ying's smile could fade, a hole was smashed into the ship, and her head was embedded deep inside it.

Wu Ying was pinned to the ground by Qian An and laughed loudly: "How can you talk about yourself like that?"

"With such a beautiful face, you must be blind to say that. If your eyes are useless, I might as well gouge them out."

Qian An looked at her with pity from a high position.

With one eye peeking out, Wu Ying could see Qian An's gaze. She said angrily, "Do you think I wanted this face?!"

Qian An stood up and asked in confusion, "You remembered?"

As Wu Ying lay there with blood trickling from her nose, she looked at Qian An and asked, "What are you remembering?"

Qian An said, "It's nothing. Come back and talk to me after you grow a brain."

"Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Wu Ying's eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they gradually closed, and Qian An's words grew more and more distant.

Qian'an stripped Wu Ying of her clothes, the two exchanged clothes, then she lifted Wu Ying up and threw her into the trash can, then clapped her hands as if disgusted by the dirt.

After peeling off the mask, Qian An's jet-black pupils shone with a blue light like stars, and her hair turned silver-white.

Scales uncontrollably surfaced under her eyes, a difference that made Qian An click her tongue in annoyance: "What a nuisance."

Fortunately, her photophobia had made her wear sunglasses all the time. Qian'an pinched her nose and rummaged through the trash can, taking out the sunglasses that Wu Ying was wearing, which were inside her clothes, and put them on herself.

They were in a secluded spot very close to the entrance below, which is why Qian An felt so safe to do such a thing.

She went around a pillar and down a not-too-high step to the place below, where she opened a door that looked quite old.

The door wasn't locked, it was just ajar, and it was opened very easily.

The dilapidated door groaned under its own weight.

After walking through a long, dark corridor, we arrived at a spacious, abandoned clubhouse.

There was a sign next to it that said "Danger, No Entry," and the clubhouse was only illuminated by a few broken light bulbs.

Qian An walked through the clubhouse to a heavy door, opened it, and a dark and gloomy atmosphere rushed out.

This is a long staircase that seems to go on forever.

Qian'an didn't know how long she walked in the darkness before she finally saw a faint light.

A large gate stood here. It emitted a purple light.

Standing still, Qian'an placed her hand on the fingerprint scanner beside her. With a beep, the door opened to both sides.

White light shone from the door, the intense glare stinging Qian'an's eyes.

Qian An took a moment to adjust, then swaggered inside with his hands in his pockets.

The first thing I saw was a row of armed guards standing watch, and five people patrolling back and forth. There were also many people dressed in white moving around.

Compared to the steps that could only accommodate two or three people walking, this place is much wider and full of technology.