Chapter 79

This world had always been the reverse of things. She was no longer the miss of a thousand years, no longer the mistress of a Meng Family, she was just Song Zhi who lived in a simple rented house, a lowly woman with a clean and dirty soul.

It was a good thing that she did not have a high level of confidence. It didn't matter if she was rich or poor, she could quickly adapt and wouldn't feel sorry for herself.

Would it be useful for her to complain, or to cry and reminisce about the past? You don't drop a check to her, Mom. Her illness wouldn't improve overnight. She would starve if she didn't work as usual.

Knowing that there was one great advantage, and at the same time a fatal weakness, she was convinced of her fate. Thus, after the heavens had arranged all this suffering, she didn't complain at all and silently listened to the arrangements of fate.

The blood-like setting sun covered the sky, creating a magnificent scene and a beautiful radiance. Knowing that she was silently standing at the side of the road, and that she had gotten off work earlier today, she had plenty of time to spare.

Walking on the opposite side of the road from home, her steps were light, her head was lowered as she walked very slowly. Occasionally, the sound of a car horn would give her a fright, causing her to stand rooted to the side of the road for a long time.

She was so scared, afraid of the crowd, afraid of the traffic, afraid of all the noise.

When she first moved into the cheapest rental house, she was so scared that even if she found out every night, she wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Any movement outside the window would cause her to break out in a cold sweat, because her reputation had already spread far and wide. Whether it was a hooligan or a hooligan, they all wanted to go over when they saw her. Even at night someone would knock on her window.

Whenever this happened, Mom would run out like a madman with a kitchen knife to scold people, scolding so vulgarly, so unpleasant, the men whistled and ran away, only to find out that they were sitting on the bed. Covering her blanket, she silently cried. She didn't dare to make a sound and was so close to collapse from crying. She really wanted to die just like that to find her father.

But she couldn't die. Even if she died, she wouldn't dare to find her father. Even if she died, she wouldn't be able to enter heaven.

Before her father died, he had told her to be good to her mother for the rest of her life. If she could not even fulfill her father's last wish, she would not forgive herself.

Therefore, all these years, when she was on the verge of collapsing, she would go to her father's grave and sit for a while. She would only say a few words, look at her father's photo, and she would be filled with courage again.

So long a road, so many roads, so many complex city streets, so big a world, yet she had reached that place.

The hotel he once loved had become a huge office building, while the coffee shop diagonally across from the hotel had become a nightclub filled with the sound of sex horses.

She and all his memento, little by little, were drowned and abandoned by this rapidly developing city.

She smiled very carefully, her smile very beautiful. The skyscraper that rose from the ground covered the last bit of happiness that destroyed her memory, but she actually didn't feel any heartache, not even a single tear.

In front of her father, the Fu Family, and the quiet garden, what was the point of having a little bit of despicable, forceful happiness?

Forget it, forget it.

When it was time to get off work, the streets began to bustle with noise and excitement. The bustling streets were her desolate background. She lowered her head, her small body unable to collapse as she slowly and resolutely walked.

Her hair was cut short, but her face was small and delicate, because she was thin, her eyes were larger and larger, black and bright. The clothes she wore were very ordinary, even very old, but as she walked timidly, it was like she was the only one in the world.

She would never show up here again. Even if she had to pass by, she would never look at the office building or the nightclub again.

It was seven o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles.

In the garden of the courtyard, there were different kinds of delicate and beautiful flowers planted with a bunch of gardenia. It was white and small, slightly swaying in the warm wind. It looked bashful and lovely.

Shen Manjun was holding a small spray bottle in her hand. In the morning of the same day, she had a head of beautiful long black hair that hung down to one side of her chest without makeup. She had a lazy and charming expression on her face as she focused on the flowers, a beautiful smile blossoming on her lips.

After Meng Shaoting finished washing up, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and came out. Through the huge glass wall, he saw Man Jun's figure.

The black shirt had been replaced with the white one that Man Jun liked, but Meng Shaoting still frowned slightly as he took one out and put it on. When he stood in front of the mirror to tie his tie, Man Jun hugged his waist from behind.

His back stiffened slightly, a gentle smile flowed out of Meng Shaoting's eyes. He wore a tie as skillfully as usual, and said slowly: "You woke up so early, have you had a good rest?"

Man Jun's face immediately flushed red. Her two small hands fiercely pinched his waist, and she said in a displeased tone, "Shao Ting …"

Meng Shaoting started laughing lowly, that laughter seemed to come out from his chest. He put on his tie, turned around, and a handsome face appeared in front of him, it was so clear.

A strong sense of happiness rose in her heart, followed by a slight sense of fear. Was this man finally, finally, hers?

Meng Shaoting saw her blushing face. He extended his hand and grabbed Man Jun's lower jaw, lowering his head to kiss her. Man Jun trembled in happiness, and her small hands gently wrapped around's body, gently responding.

As Meng Shaoting kissed his, he was in a faint trance for a moment. The light fragrance of the Gardenia Flower wafted from Man Jun's body.

He hesitated for a bit before Man Jun blushed and looked at him with her big eyes: "Shao Ting?"

Man Jun's lips were very pretty, and the color was alluring and alluring. When she leaned into his embrace with a gentleness that seemed like it wouldn't have bones in her body, it should have made him feel pity for her, but if she were to kiss her again, she wouldn't feel anything at all.

As he gently let go of her, he saw a rippling light in Man Jun's eyes, her lips were slightly swollen from his kiss, but she was cute. Meng Shaoting extended a finger to caress her lips, then lovingly said: "I'm going to work, if you're bored, then go look for Linni and go shopping."

His pampered actions and his caring words made Man Jun elated. She repeatedly hugged him in her arms and refused to let go, "The sun is so bright today, and I don't want to go shopping. I feel so hot under the sun, and furthermore, my beloved Ji Fanxi still hasn't come up with a new model.

Meng Shaoting was still smiling faintly as he held her long hair in his hands. Play: "Weren't you reading a few days ago to learn how to cook?"

Man Jun pouted her lips, and then held out her white and soft fingers to him. "Look, they're washing vegetables and cooking, their fingers are even thicker. Besides, there's a chef cooking, there's no need for me!"

Man Jun smiled like a child, but Meng Shaoting just stood there in a daze.

He suddenly thought of that banquet a few years ago where she was drunk and led him over to climb the wall. The night was so soft and charming, and she sat on the high wall with clumps of roses blooming beside her skirt. She smiled and extended her hand towards him, her eyes as bright as the stars in the sky.

He remembered that she loved to cook, and that she always cooked the dishes he liked to eat. He said that he did not like to eat tomatoes and radishes, and seriously, he would never see them again on the table.

It was only now that Meng Shaoting vaguely remembered that he had never asked her what he liked to eat. Perhaps, the food she loved to eat the most were the two things that he hated.

She used to wash her hands and make a broth. He was not tired of the day, but he never put it in his eyes.

But now, when he thought back to the life he viewed as a restraint, and then thought back to those days that he hated to the extreme, he actually couldn't help but feel a burst of heartache.

She smiled at Yanyan, who tilted her head at him like a spoiled child and signed the divorce contract with a pale face. She sat there and slowly told him that her child had already fallen.

It had been four years, but why would he still think about her from time to time, reminding him that a woman named Fu Jingzhi still existed in this world.

He had always known that he had never loved her, not even now, but he had no idea why he had come to Los Angeles four years ago or whether he had dreamed of her occasionally.