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Zhan Yan was simply speechless. She didn't know how much money she had to use to measure her feelings. At this moment, she felt very, very sad. She was on the verge of collapse. She never thought that there would be a day when everything between her and Ji Weiyang would come to an end with money.

She cried non-stop, "I've been together with Wei Yang since I was eighteen years old. He is the first man we have ever met, and we love each other wholeheartedly. Zhan Yan, I beg you, please grant us our wish.

Zhan Yan froze in place, her chin raised slightly as she laughed sarcastically. A single ice-cold tear slowly slipped into the corner of her mouth, and a bitterness seeped out from between her lips. At this moment, Zhan Yan felt that she was the third person, the person who was in between them.

It was during this moment of stalemate that the elevator door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened. Ji Weiyang rushed over anxiously, he did not even look at Zhan Yan, and squatted down to pick Lu Anqi up from the ground. She threw himself into his embrace, crying even harder, and his face was completely pale, as though she had been wronged. Viyan, I can't lose you. Without you, I would have died. I really would have died … "

"I'm here. Don't be afraid of Angie. I won't leave you." Ji Weiyang hugged her and consoled her in a soft voice.

It was at that moment that Zhan Yan knew that she had lost completely. She watched as Ji Weiyang left with the other woman in his arms. The look of anticipation in her eyes slowly faded away. He said she would explain it to her later, but she didn't think it was necessary.

Zhan Yan's body leaned against the snow-white wall, and she only felt her entire body becoming powerless. Then, she slowly went limp and fell, falling as she sat at the corner. She closed her eyes helplessly. Darkness instantly enveloped her as she heard the sounds of her heart shattering in her chest. This time, she really despaired of him.

Tears ran down her cheeks, and she pressed her hand to her lips to keep herself from crying. She buried her face in her knees, her body trembling weakly. Even if she was crying, she could only cry to the point where she could only endure it.

The phone by the side suddenly buzzed, Ji Weiyang's name continued to chime on the screen. His voice was calm and filled with magnetism, as usual, it was captivating. However, Zhan Yan clearly knew that it no longer belonged to him, or to someone else, it had never belonged to him.

"Yan Yan Yan, are you alright? Angie, did she hurt you? " Ji Weiyang's voice was very calm, concealing all of his worry and love.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Zhan Yan smiled foolishly and hung up the phone. As she lowered her head to look at her arm, she saw that there were tragic wounds on her fair skin and flesh. These were naturally Lu Anqi's masterpieces.

Zhan Yan walked home in the dark of the night and then started to pack her things. In the end, she only packed out a small luggage. This was all she had in this so-called home. On the dressing table, there were all kinds of expensive jewelry. Every season, Ji Weiyang would order some people to bring the latest version over, as he was only responsible for hanging the clothes one by one in the wardrobe, but he never wore them, he didn't even take off his signboard.