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The voice of the woman who had been swapped with Yun Yang suddenly rose as if she could not accept this fact.

"Ruoyun, you're no longer the pure, kind, gentle, and demure woman you once were!"

Gu Mo Cheng held his phone as he stood there. His black eyes stared forward with a calm expression. No one could clearly see what he was thinking at this moment. Even Quan Tiancheng was unable to see through him.

Actually, what was flowing in his heart at the moment was only deep sadness and loss. How could such a beautiful girl become this cruel and merciless?

If she was alone and had the intention to kill others, could her heart be called kind?

"Hehe!" Am I not kind anymore? Gu Mo City, don't you think about who forced me into this state? "

The woman on the other side had also lost her mind.

"You know best what you've done to me since you married her! Have you touched me once in almost a year? "

He pursed his lips but did not say anything. The girl continued speaking with excitement.

"You did not! But for some ridiculous seven hundred thousand dollars, you were pestering her in her little apartment every day! There's still more than half a month of New Year, so why didn't you come find me even once? So you're hiding in the country to show your love to her! "

The woman seemed to be crying.

"Gu Mo Cheng, if you hadn't agreed to divorce the Mu Clan after you destroyed them, how could I have allowed you to marry another woman?"

"Ruoyun, I've only said my words once!"

Facing her weeping, he only said one sentence before hanging up. He no longer treated her with the gentleness he usually did, only … Endless estrangement.

For the first time in years, they were at odds.

Downstairs.

By the time Mu Ran had broken free from Gu Mo City and rushed to the platform, Lin Wen Cheng had already been carried onto a stretcher by the medical staff to the car. From the looks of it, he had already fainted.

Mu Linger's heart sank to the bottom in an instant as she staggered forward, but was stopped by Mu Lingfeng. His face was covered with scars as if his heart had turned numb from the pain. At this moment, her expression looked so calm that it was terrifying.

Her voice was cold and forceful as she stood in front of Mu Ran.

"Mu Ran Ran, enough! I'm begging you, do you think you didn't harm him enough? "

Mu Yurou wiped away the tears on her face and shook her head.

"Second sister, please let me go with you!" I can save Brother Wen Cheng! "

This kind of gunshot wound was something she would encounter almost every time she went out to take care of someone, and every time she came out, she would rescue these people who were at death's door. Just now, looking at Lin Wen Cheng's injuries, she guessed that the doctors in the hospital who had never been in contact with such injuries before might not dare to do anything to him.

However, in the eyes of others, her kind intentions were truly crazy. Mu Xiyan walked up and pushed her away from Mu Lingfeng, looking down on her sorry state from head to toe.

"Mu Ran Ran, I think you're not only a jinx, you're also a crazy woman!"

After saying so, he gave her a hard shove. Mu Wenwen, who was in high heels, was already unsteady. She pushed him directly backwards, but luckily, Mu Wanjing promptly reached out to support her.

Looking at her absent-minded expression, Mu Wanjing felt her heart ache.

"Xiao Yan, are you too sad? How can you save Wen Cheng? You should stop messing around. Go home and have a good rest. Hand over Wen Cheng to the doctor! "

She had never seen this fourth sister of hers lose control and become so hysterical. She remembered that she was always calm and distant. Even on that snowy night when she had been separated from Lin Wencheng two years ago, she had only said nothing when she woke up from her high fever.

Yeah, she didn't say anything. That's because how can the pain of life and death be worth a tenth of the pain of death?

He couldn't be together, but he could see him from afar. But what about parting like death? That meant they would never see each other again in this lifetime.

"Big sister, I'm not lying to you. I can really save Brother Wen Cheng!"

She excitedly said as she broke away from Mu Wanjing and chased after her. Due to the six to seven centimeters of high heels being too much of a hindrance, she kicked them off and ran out. But she was still a step too late.

"No …."

She let out a desperate cry and fell to the cold ground.

When they had arrived, the weather had already been gloomy, as if snowflakes were drifting about. At this moment, the snowflakes seemed to show signs of becoming increasingly violent, as if they were also silently mourning for this tragic event.

A layer of skin had fallen off from her white ankles due to the friction of her high heels. She was only wearing a thin dress and despite the snowy weather beneath her and the cold marble, she did not seem to feel a single trace of coldness.

Mu Wanjing took her outer coat and carried her shoes out from behind. Everyone else followed her to the hospital, leaving her alone with Song Yiduo. She gently draped the outer coat over her shoulders before standing up and putting on her shoes while still in a daze.

"Xiao Yan, good people will get their revenge in Wen Cheng. The heavens will definitely bless him!"

Mu Wanjing had no other choice but to comfort her like this.

Just as she said this, she crouched down again, buried her head deep in her knees, and held herself close, silently sobbing.

Wen Cheng's brother Wen Cheng! Please, you must survive! He had to survive! Mu Yurou hugged him tightly, allowing the sharp nails to pierce into his skin. It was as though he could feel the piercing pain together with Lin Wencheng.

The sound of steady, powerful footsteps came from behind. Mu Wanjing turned around to look at the man walking out with frost on his face, then looked at Mu Ran who was still crying. She shook her head and entered the room.

Gu Mo City just stood there, looking down at her expressionlessly. A cold chill emanated from her entire body, which seemed to be even colder than the weather in the early spring.

After an unknown period of time, Gu Mo Cheng felt his feet going numb from the cold, but that woman was still squatting there without moving an inch.

Taking a few steps forward, he pulled the emaciated woman up from the ground, and faced her tearful face. He could not help but roar.

"Do you not think that you have lost enough face?"

The person had already been sent to the hospital, but she was still crying like she was going to die. What can crying solve? Would crying make it so that it did not happen just now? Or could crying bring Lin Wen City back to life?

His rude actions hurt her again, and the most hurtful part was his ridiculing words. As a result, she was unable to control her mind and could only open her mouth to speak the words in her heart.

"What's wrong, Second Young Master Gu?" You think I've lost face? You think I'm embarrassed? Why did you insist on marrying me? If you find me to be a disgrace, then quickly get divorced. Also, I won't disgrace you! "

As she spoke, her tears began to flow again.

"Oh, right. Isn't there still that person in your heart? "She will definitely obediently listen to you! She won't quarrel with you, and she won't cause you to lose face, right? You can marry her!"

His face suddenly darkened as he grabbed her chin.

"What did you say?" Tell me again? "

If he didn't hear wrongly, she actually said … Divorce?

The sharp pain coming from her lower jaw caused Mu Wenwen's tears to flow out completely. However, a smile appeared on her face amidst the tears.

"Gu Mo City, I want to divorce you!" Divorce — "