And her lost amber jade pendant, Jun Mengyao simply printed it out according to her own memory, and posted a lot of missing items notices on the side of the road, offering huge rewards.
As a result, the notices of missing objects were posted round after round, but nothing was gained.
Jun Mengyao was not discouraged because of this, she believed that the amber jade pendant would come back to her one day!
Just when Jun Mengyao was living a busy and fulfilling life, Jun Mengyun's mother, Ding Jia, who was unwilling to be dragged down by Murong Huai, announced the news in the newspapers with great fanfare, solemnly announcing that Jun Mengyun and Murong Huai had broken off their engagement.
This news immediately triggered a new round of discussions on the Internet, about the coldness of people's hearts, and the despicable human nature that everyone pushes against the wall.
Many netizens swiped the screen by leaving messages under the news, accusing Jun Mengyun of disliking the poor and loving the rich, and that the so-called engagement was not sincere at all.
Some netizens left messages to dissuade everyone from thinking about it. After all, wealthy families have always had a lot of right and wrong, and how many of them are sincere? It's just a play of the right kind.
Compared with the complaints of netizens, Murong Huai, who was far away across the ocean, also saw the unilateral termination of the engagement announced by Jun Mengyun's mother.
At that time, Murong Huai was sitting at the bar drinking wine, the bitter alcohol kept numbing his throat, but it couldn't make him fall asleep.
The guests in the bar also saw the pushed news and started discussing excitedly.
"Look, the so-called wealthy family is nothing more than that!"
"Hehe, who said it wasn't? I heard that their engagement ceremony was held in a grand way before, so it's just a matter of splitting up?"
"That's how it is. The combination of rich and powerful families is all for profit. Where is there any sincerity? If you want to see never leave, you should wake up in advance. It's better to watch Disney animation. The princess there will always marry the prince, hahaha! "
"Hey hey hey, this is absolutely right, who the hell is blessed not to enjoy it, but to follow a poor boy who has fallen!"
Everyone's discussion sounded into Murong Huai's ears, he snorted coldly with disdain, stood up from his seat with the bottle in hand, paid the bill and left the bar.
The neon lights were flashing outside, it was already deserted in the late night, and the streets were empty.
Murong Huai walked and drank with the wine in his hand, he was completely calm about his divorce, and even wanted to laugh.
For Jun Mengyun, Murong Huai didn't have the slightest nostalgia in his heart, but felt that the act of retiring the engagement was well done, so that he would not make a fuss.
It's just that he didn't propose to divorce the engagement after all. He, who used to be aloof, has now fallen to the point of being despised and divorced. He has become the laughing stock of the whole world!
Murong Huai tilted his head up and drank the wine, trying to numb himself with alcohol and have a good sleep.
But no matter how much he drank, he couldn't seem to get drunk.
Murong Huai was carrying the wine bottle, walking aimlessly, the smile on his face was extraordinarily cold.
Very good, just be abandoned by the whole world, let him become a complete walking dead.
He has lived an unchanging life these years, so indifferent that he almost doesn't know himself, maybe this setback will enable him to find his lost self...
The night wind blows, and it is a little cool.
Murong Huai drank while walking, the bottle of wine soon ran out.
He held it up and shook it, then lifted it up and glanced at the bottle, and found that there was indeed no more drop of wine, so he threw the empty bottle out of his hand in anger.
"Clang!"
The wine bottle rolled far away, and Murong Huai was so drunk that he had no energy left.
He staggered and sat on the side of the road, ignoring the expensive hand-made suit on his body, leaning against the railing drunkenly, looking up at the sky.
The sky in the second half of the night was extremely quiet, and the sky was full of stars, like the most beautiful scroll in the world.
Murong Huai looked drowsily at those bright stars, and a beautiful smiling face flashed in front of his eyes.
That smiling face is childish and cute, a thousand times more beautiful than the brightest star in the night sky.
Murong Huai stretched out his fingers, sketched the beautiful outline in his mind, and murmured in a low voice, "Yaoer, where are you? If there is anything in this world worth my pursuit and nostalgia, it is not find you……"
Thinking of Yao'er who had been searching for so many years but had no news, Murong Huai, who was calm and self-possessed, finally broke down emotionally.
Depression and frustration enveloped his whole body, and he just ignored it and fell on the side of the road.
The dim streetlight hit his face, bringing a bit of misery to the originally handsome Murong Huai.
"Yao'er, do you know? Ever since I couldn't find you, I feel like my soul has been stolen, and I've become muddleheaded."
Murong Huai blocked the light with his hand, the frustration in his eyes was concealed, and only his tone was so low that he said, "Yao'er, I have been looking for you for a long time, but you never show up. But I have become Became a prodigal son playing games in the world, Yaoer, where are you..."
"Yao'er, can you show up soon? Come back to me and fulfill our previous oath. Didn't you agree that you will walk hand in hand with me?"
Murong Huai murmured in a low voice, the feeling of alcohol gradually welled up, he fell down on the side of the road and fell asleep in such a groggy state.
When he woke up, it was not yet dawn, and the heavy dew fell on his face, which woke him up from his sound sleep.
Murong Huai sat up, looked at the streets where cleaners had appeared to clean, smiled bitterly, and walked away.
In the past, he was always aloof and unsullied, but now he passed out drunk by the side of the road?
Fortunately, he was not in China, otherwise he would be arranged by those good reporters again, saying that he was frustrated in love and drunk.
When Murong Huai returned to the small villa where he lived temporarily, the sky was already bright, and the number of people on the street gradually increased.
Murong Huai unbuttoned the collar of his shirt which was wet with dew, strode into the living room, ready to go back to the bedroom to catch up on sleep.
However, as soon as he walked in, he realized that there was someone sitting in the living room. It turned out to be his father Murong Hong who had traveled abroad for a long time and hadn't returned.
"Hmph! You still know how to come back? Look at your messed up look, where did you get a hangover!"
Murong Hong snorted coldly, and stared at Murong Huai majestly.
Facing Murong Hong's questioning, Murong Huai replied nonchalantly, "I didn't go anywhere, I got drunk last night and slept in the bar for a while."
"Bar? I think you've been wandering around on the sleeping grass! Look at the weeds on your head!" Murong Hongyue became more and more angry as he spoke, almost smashing the table and stools. It's just been away for more than half a year, look what you have done to the Murong Group? Ah! You still have the face to live!"
Murong Huai straightened his disheveled hair, and then sneered in a low voice, "Daddy, if you want to settle accounts after autumn, you have to trouble yourself to find out the whole story. Did the group really lose to me?"
"Otherwise? I handed over the company to you before I left, and now you have caused it to be swallowed up by Yunyi. Do you still have the face to blame others?"