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In the room, Uncle Zhou had lightly closed the door when he left. Now, only the two of them were left.

The wheelchair turned and fell to the ground. When it slid to the door, Sheng Rui He's voice carried a hint of tiredness as he said softly, "I promise, they won't appear here again in the future." His drooping eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were lowered. There were some words that could not be said.

Just the thought of it made him unable to suppress his anger. He had a feeling that he wanted to destroy all the darkness.

Shen Yue did her best to recover from the pain that she was going to suffer for her whole life. She raised her hand to wipe her face, then turned around to look at his back in the wheelchair. Her words were stuck in her throat, as if she would blurt them out the moment she opened her mouth.

However, the first question that came out of his mouth was a question that wasn't from his heart, "Yao Jingya is right. I just can't meet you. You clearly understand why you don't want me to leave?"

Sheng Rui He's hand, which was about to open the door, froze in midair at her words. His eyes seemed to be filled with endless remorse and malice, and his thin lips sank a few more times before he said, "Unless I die."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and in the midst of his tears, he pushed the wheelchair out of her line of sight.

Unless I die, don't even think about leaving again.

But Sheng Rui He, in addition to his five unknown lives, also has the plotting for the Shen family's Ruan Family's bankruptcy, as well as Yao Jingya, who has her own power behind her, and the Zhuo Family's powerful Zhuo Mengyao, and countless other people who don't want me to stay.

And her dark past...

Uncle Zhou didn't know what kind of news he had brought back to Sheng Rui He from Africa. It was clear that he had not shown up in A City, and everyone in the company was worried about how many people had betrayed him in front of Zhuo Mengyao, and the Sheng family — after this plan was abandoned, how could they continue to develop their relationship with the Cheng Family and the other people who had enmity with Sheng Rui He.

Yao Jingya and Zhuo Mengyao really couldn't get into the villa anymore. Shen Chu knew how many times Uncle Zhou would call from the security department. It was always a call from Mrs. Sheng and Miss Zhuo that was blocked by him.

"My young master has instructed that these people should not be allowed to come here in the future!"

Even Uncle Zhou hadn't asked her what Yao Jingya and Zhuo Mengyao had said, let alone Sheng Rui He, who never wanted to talk about Chen Chen? Even if he came back, he wouldn't be able to avoid meeting her.

Shen Chuxin sat on the windowsill and watched Uncle Zhou instructing people to enter and deliver clothes, constantly reminding them to be quiet. At the entrance of the villa, there was a vase of blue and white porcelain from the Qianlong era, and on the shelf in front of the door were the colors from the Kangxi era.

Shen Chuxin's room was filled with piles of things in just two days.

Uncle Zhou came over to ask her what she wanted, "Miss, Young Master asked me to call the room next door for you to cook. Let me ask if you like the way it looks?"

Shen Chu looked at him, his eyes still showing unconcealable worry, with a gentle smile on his face, "Miss?"

"Didn't he go to the company these two days? Has something happened to the company? " The smell of smoke from the night before lingered in the corridor. Sometimes, when she went downstairs, she would smell the stench.

Previously, Sheng Rui He wasn't addicted to cigarettes. He would only accept cigarettes offered by others during occasions, but at most, he wouldn't smoke more than three mouthfuls before extinguishing.

What could make a man as powerful as him smoke all night? She couldn't think of anything else except the company.

Uncle Zhou sighed softly. "I don't know much about the company either."

She seemed to have tacitly accepted her guess that something had happened to the company.

"Miss, what about the style of the clothes chef?"

"Uncle Zhou, it's up to you."

Along with the unending pile of autumn clothing and winter jewelry, from diamond necklaces to bracelets to all kinds of exquisite and luxurious earrings, all of them were extremely expensive limited editions. There was also a diamond necklace called Waterfall, which was similar to the style of a royal lady in England.

In the midst of Sheng Rui He's crazy actions, Shen Chu couldn't help but think: Did he know something before Yao Jingya?

However, he also felt that it was impossible. If he knew all of that … there would really be a bloody scene.

What could have happened to the company? On the other hand, the Zhuo Family and Sheng Mingan really might continue to suppress him …

That day when Yao Jingya had told Zhuo Mengyao that Chen was not his son, she had looked at his face in alarm and trepidation, but on his face, besides the mockery and loathing on his face, there was not even a trace of suspicion.

At a time like this, should I tell him? If Sheng Mingan knew about this, the Sheng family wouldn't be able to protect him … She suddenly didn't dare think about it.

When they parted ways for fifteen days, Shen Chu's heart was already at its limit. All night long, she had suffered greatly in her sleeplessness, telling Sheng Rui He Chen's background and not to risk letting Sheng Ming An know about her mental condition. The only thing that supported her was the ruthless words spoken by Sheng Ri He that day.

"Unless I die."

But she knew that the paper couldn't contain the fire. If Sheng Mingan could destroy the Shen family and Ruan family, then he could still easily ruin the future of her and Chen Chen.

As the media gradually calmed down, Shen Yue knew that under the Zhuo Family's calm surface, there must be a bigger conspiracy brewing.

Zhuo Mengyao was the only daughter of the Zhuo Family. Out of the three brothers, she was the only daughter. It was true that everyone held the daughter in their hands. Although the Sheng family was temporarily at peace, she had a feeling that this wasn't a good thing.

The thing at the bottom of the wardrobe, the day she hoped she would never need it.

Uncle Zhou called her over for breakfast. When Shen Chuxin opened the door, her haggard look was extremely conspicuous. Uncle Zhou looked at her and his old eyes turned red, "Young miss …. Did you sleep all night? "

Shen Chuxin slightly shook her head, even her smile was a lot more forced. When she went downstairs, her legs were weak and her whole body was weightless. Uncle Zhou followed behind her and watched her slim back, feeling sorry for her.

When Sheng Rui He saw her come down, he raised his eyes and looked at her. His gaze paused on her face for a long time. Uncle Zhou seemed to want to say something, but in the end didn't say anything.

Just when Shen Chu had eaten a few mouthfuls of red bean porridge, and his face turned pale as he ran into the bathroom to crawl at the entrance of the dining room to vomit, Uncle Zhou patted her back while crying, and at the same time couldn't help but say to Sheng Rui He, who was tightly gripping the wheelchair: "Young Master, let Miss Chu Xin see that child. You can't understand the pain and suffering of a mother leaving a child, but if this goes on, who will be able to rest? Miss Chu Xin is in pain, and you are also in pain. Young Master … It's not going to work if this goes on! "

He had taken everything into consideration. The Magnificent Ruihe had returned for the past two days, but he also smoked boxes after boxes of cigarettes with the lights turned off all night long. When he went in to clean up every morning, he especially noticed the tobacco that couldn't even breathe normally in the bedroom, which made him cough as soon as he entered.

Uncle Zhou was carrying him back to his hometown as he spoke these words.

Shen Chuxin's hands held his hands, her eyes were red. After looking at him a few times, she shook her head and said, "Uncle Zhou …"

When they are punishing themselves like this, only the closest of them will be so worried that they don't know what to do. Shen Chuxin suddenly understood that they really must have a good talk with each other and one of them must be willing to compromise.

So it was to compromise.

She lowered her eyes and wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue that Uncle Zhou took from the dining table. She turned around and walked behind Sheng Rui He, who had a frosty expression, put her hands behind the wheelchair and said softly, "Sheng Rui He, let's talk."

Sheng Rui He, who was in the wheelchair, slightly rolled his eyes. He held her wrist with his hand. The extremely thin and pale-white wrist caused him to be shocked. He couldn't move his gaze away for some reason.

It was as if he could break her wrist with just a light push. He thought that he was already numb with regret and regret. Only now did he realize that this pain, which was suppressed by regret and anger, was going to accompany him for life like a shadow.

It was as if there was a giant hand controlling their fate, reminding him that he had made the stupidest mistake of his life.

Shen Chuxin pushed him out of the hall by the door, heading towards the gingko tree that had been facing her window for only ten years.

On the morning of the first day of autumn, a cool breeze blew past their faces. Looking far away, they could see that they were currently in a city called A, which was hidden in the morning mist.

She had never thought that someone who had hated him for seven whole years would now stand so close to her in this manner. At this moment, she could no longer understand how much she hated him or how much she wanted to cry when she saw him.

Sheng Rui He didn't even turn around.

Shen Chu didn't know whether he knew about her overseas presence before Yao Jingya or after they came to the villa, but she could tell from his gloomy face that he was trying his best to restrain his anger and regret.

Too strong, Sheng Rui He's feelings would never be deeply hidden.

She slowly walked towards him amidst his silence, slowly squatting down under his heavy gaze. She placed one hand on top of the other, which was exceptionally cold, and said the words she was not prepared for: "We can't just live like this forever, Reiko …" She gently raised her head, and the morning light shone on her face that had yet to be powdered. Her face was pale to the point that it was transparent, and her expression was firm and unfamiliar. "Sheng Rui, I'll let you go, I'll also let you go."

When he heard her words, his stereoscopic and deep facial features began to twist and distort. Just a moment ago, he had restrained himself from forcefully grabbing her hand, but now, his eyes were completely bloodshot as he lost all sense of reason. Both of his hands grabbed onto the wrist of her right hand, which was next to his empty slacks, and he forcefully squeezed her into his chest.