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But there was nothing she could do, nothing she could do now, not even — she didn't even dare tell him what she had once relied on the most, because when she didn't have the full confidence to tell him, he would firmly and unquestioningly believe her.

"Chen Chen, Mommy promises that she will never leave your side for a few days." Tears welled up in Shen Chu's eyes, and then there was a determined look that she had never seen before. She hugged ChenChen, wiping away the tears on his face and staring at his teary eyes as he quieted down.

Chen Chen sobbed. After a long while, she looked into her eyes and asked, "Mummy really doesn't want Chen Chen?"

Shen Yuxin shook her head, firmly telling him, "Even if you don't want anyone, you won't want Chen Chen!"

At that moment, she didn't know that such a sentence would one day make her make the most difficult choice.

On the way back, Shen Chuxin had to struggle to suppress the urge to return to her son's side. The person in front was driving, but from time to time he would look at her through the rearview mirror.

"Miss Chu Xin, are you alright?"

Shen Chuxin took a tissue and wiped the tears that flowed uncontrollably from her face. After breathing for a while, she said softly, "I'm fine."

When the car was halfway up the private road of the villa, Shen Chuxin suddenly looked at Liangliang and asked, "Liangliang, do you know when the child Zhuo Mengyao hit seven years ago was?"

He had not expected that this question would be answered with such ease and accuracy.

However, after making contact with him a few times, he felt an inexplicable sense of trust.

Mingliang didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he thought for a long time before affirming a date: "June 3rd," he added, amidst Shen Chu's stunned expression, "a forty-five-day child."

April, April, April seven years ago!

"Seven years ago, after the 18th of April, there was no woman by your side. "Zhuo Mengyao is the only woman who would frequently appear in his home through her relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Sheng. It's just that, since then, he has never had any relationship with her."

Shen Yi felt dizzy for a moment. Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, as if it was stuck with a sharp thorn. She painfully bent over and retched in the car.

Even after his eyes were filled with tears, the tears that he had finally managed to stop once again began to vomit violently.

As soon as the bright talking car reached the automatic door, she suddenly felt unwell and couldn't help but turn around to ask: "Miss Chu Xin? How are you, Miss Chu Xin? "

Shen Chu Xin just covered her mouth, telling him to stop the car, then opened the car door and rushed to the foot of the pine tree outside the gate. She held the tree trunk and vomited all the food out, the intense pain in her throat made her chest move up and down, while she stared at the vomit under the pine tree.

"Miss Chu Xin!" She took out a tissue box from the car and handed it over to her. "How are you?" she asked worriedly.

Shen Chu's heart was hanging down, her hair was blown up by the autumn wind, her pale white face was reflected in the bright eyes.

She stretched out her hand and pulled out a piece of paper from the tissue box. Little by little, she slowly and soundlessly wiped the filth from the corner of her mouth, and her waist rose up inch by inch. When she turned around to look at the bright conversation, a dark, pitch-black light filled her eyes like an invisible whirlpool.

"Speak clearly, why do you know so clearly?" Her voice was sharp and cold, with an air that had been absent for years, and she stared directly into her eyes beneath the bright glasses.

Chen Liang was a little taken aback by her expression and gaze.

However, he looked at her without any hesitation, then said word by word, "Because, that is precisely the time when mister saved me from hell from the hands of the devil."

So he knew more about the matters of Sheng Rui He from seven years ago, and what he didn't know was all the matters of Shen Chuxin before she left.

The only thing Liangliang had deep knowledge of was that everything ShengRui He did was just for Shen Chuxin.

Shen Chuxin suddenly looked at him and laughed. As she got into the car, she said without any hesitation, "Yao Luo said he can't remember anything that even you know. How ridiculous."

She told Sheng Rui about what she had said and how she had reacted to it.

Inside the desk, when Sheng Rui He, who was sitting in a wheelchair, heard him say that Shen Yue Xin had heard about it, his eyes flashed with light. But then he laughed at himself, thinking that he was overthinking it, which was why he had such unrealistic expectations.

"Sir, do you understand what Miss Yuxin meant by that?" She always felt that there was a hidden meaning behind those words she said when she got on the car, and her tone was cold.

However, he did not know what kind of person Shen Yuxin was, and could not guess what was going on.

Sheng Rui He slowly raised his gaze, looked at him, and said lightly: "She has no meaning, she just doesn't like someone with the surname Yao." However, a thought flashed through his mind. Was this really the case?

He didn't think about it too deeply.

Deep in her heart, she still wished that the innocent and willful girl had always been somewhere in her body instead of the shrewd one that made people wonder even when talking with her.

Shen Chuxin ate more dinner than she did a few days ago. Although she didn't have a smile on her face, she would lift her head up to look at what Sheng Rui He was eating. Each time she seemed to confirm something, she would lower her head and continue eating quietly.

On the way upstairs, Sheng Rui He had Cha Liang push him into the study.

Shen Chu Xin looked at the worried Uncle Zhou, calling him, "Uncle Zhou, can you accompany me for a walk?"

Of course, Uncle Zhou would not refuse, "Yes, Miss."

After turning on all the lights in the villa's garden, he accompanied Shen Chuxin and walked out. The temperature of the villa in the early autumn was a few degrees lower than that of the city, and when they came out, Shen Chuxin did not put on any clothes.

Having lived here for so long, she had never set foot in the back glazier's room. Somehow, she had the courage to do it tonight.

Seeing her walk in the direction of the glass room, Uncle Zhou followed her and said gently, "Miss, your favorite black rose has been growing for the past few years and has been under special care ever since. The flowers bloom all over the place."

When Shen Chuxin stood outside, she could see layers and layers of black roses blooming inside. It was as if the fragrance of flowers drifted in the air, even the night was a little fragrant.

But she didn't like it anymore. It was too depressing.

A white rose had somehow grown out of the far corner of the garden. It was a dark garden with layers upon layers of roses on it.

Her fingertip landed on the stem of the flower, gently snapping a white rose in her hand. When she stood up, her lips were curled up in a faint smile, and when she turned around, that smile had disappeared into the flowers as thick as the night.

"Uncle Zhou, all these years, has grandma ever asked about my parents and Xuan?" She didn't seem to have much interest in her words. She just asked casually.

Uncle Zhou sighed, following by her side. "Old lady often can't tell people apart, so she always regards Mister Sheng as Mister Shen. As for …" He carefully looked at Shen Chuxin's profile out of the corner of his eye, seeing that she had stopped to look over curiously, he paused for a long time before saying, "When Second Miss goes, she will always bring along the Zhuo Family's young miss. Old lady always treats Miss Zhuo as your mother."

So? Shen Chu felt funny inside. In his grandma's eyes, Zhuo Mengyao had become her mother?

And the old lady would always hold her hand and say a lot of things, right?

"Every time Miss Zhuo left, she would secretly wipe her tears away." Uncle Zhou's expression was full of schadenfreude.

Shen Chuxin played with the flowers in her hands, gently sniffing them under her nose. Her mood had improved a lot for some unknown reason. 'Grandmother's helping me add insult to injury on Zhuo Mengyao and Yao Jingya's behalf, isn't it considered taking revenge for her?'

But how?

"Will Mr. Sheng go with Aunt Yao?" Shen Yi asked as he walked into the entrance of the hall with a faint smile on his face.

"No," said Uncle Zhou. "In the past seven years, they hardly ever visited the old lady together."

Had the relationship deteriorated to this extent? This was a good news, no wonder Yao Jingya would wholeheartedly support Zhuo Mengyao. It was because Sheng Mingan had an extraordinary relationship with the Zhuo Family.

How sad was Yao Jingya, who had disguised herself to please her husband.

Shen Chu thought about these things and went upstairs. Uncle Zhou's hesitant expression made her stop. She turned her head and asked worriedly, "Uncle Zhou, what's the matter?"

Uncle Zhou restrained himself and asked tentatively, "Miss, can you advise the young master? He smokes like this every night. It's not good for his legs. He's in poor health recently." He saw Shen Chuxin frowned, thinking that he was being overly talkative, but still looked at her pleadingly and said, "Miss, I know that none of you have been well these past seven years, so can you not continue to be like this? How many years have you lived in order to perpetuate the resentment of others? Why do you need to hurt yourself? Hurt people you care about? If Mr. Shen and Miss Nguyen were here, they wouldn't want to see you like this. "

"Uncle Zhou, I understand." Everyone understood some of the reasoning, but no one could live a good life.

It wasn't that she didn't want to let them go, it was that Sheng Rui He had spoken with such certainty, letting her know that it was his stubborn conviction that it was the truth.

For seven whole years, he had never doubted a single thing. What else could she do or say?

If she were to directly say it, she wouldn't be able to imagine his self-deprecating words and his incredulous expression. She wasn't strong enough to easily face his doubts and injuries.

However, when he went upstairs, he smelled smoke coming out from the study. He pursed his lips and walked towards the study on the second floor.

The knocking sounds on the door differed from those of Tang Liang and Uncle Zhou. It was hard to tell if the people inside were shocked or not, but when they accidentally knocked something on the carpet, it was only a few seconds later that his voice could be heard.

"Come in."

When she pushed the door open, the window was pushed open by Sheng Rui He. The cold wind blew in, and he turned around to look at her with a faint smile and said, "I'm a bit choked. If you have nothing else to do, then go and rest."