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Damn it, the moment he found out that Shen Qing Er had woken up and ignored the matters of the board of directors, he rushed back to the hospital. He did not expect that once he returned to the hospital, these bastards would leave the ward at an unknown time and go somewhere else.

Could it be that she had really overdone it, so she didn't want to see him and wanted to escape the moment she woke up?

Thinking about that, Ye Yi Hang's eyes turned cold. Deep in his heart, a voice said to him, "Shen Qing'er, don't ever think of escaping from me."

However, his feelings now were completely different from when his parents had passed away. He wanted to use the pain of Shen Qing'er's life to comfort his parents' souls in heaven.

At this moment, his heart had long since been mixed with the selfish desire of a man for the tyrannical possession of a woman's body and heart under the disguise of revenge.

On the intricate streets of Taipei.

Shen Qing'er walked alone on the busy street, not knowing where she should go.

Ever since she was young, she had wanted to use her actions to make Ye Yi Hang happy. However, she never thought that her favorite brother, Yi Hang, would actually do such a terrible thing to her.

When she thought about the punishment she received last night, Shen Qing'er felt a chill down her spine and an urge to cry welled up within her.

Why? Why was Brother Shihang never smiling in front of her? The way he looked at her was always filled with a faint hatred. Last night, when he had taken her, she had clearly seen the deep hatred and malice in his eyes.

If her brother really hated her that much, maybe it was time for her to leave.

Thus, Shen Qing'er had been thinking about this ever since she woke up from the hospital's ward.

Finally, while the doctors and nurses weren't paying attention, Shen Qing'er dragged her body, which hadn't fully recovered, and quietly left.

Now that she was gone, he didn't need to see her. Perhaps, he would be happy.

Shen Qing Er wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead and weakly sat on a step that could be used for the rest of the passersby. Looking at the crowd, she was at a loss.

She had been living in the Ye Family for the past few years. Although, for some reason, she had never been short of food or clothes from her brother.

Now, he suddenly decided to leave the Ye Clan. He didn't know where to go. The world was so big. It was so vast.

A gust of cold wind carrying a few fallen leaves assaulted her.

Shen Qing'er, who had just recovered from her sickness, couldn't stand the cold anymore. She hugged her shoulders as she trembled in the cold wind.

Not far away, in a red Ferrari.

Ye Yi Hang looked through the window at the tiny figure trembling in the wind.

A trace of heartache and heartache unconsciously flashed through his heart. Perhaps, he had really gone too far.

Ye Yi Hang frowned. He was just about to get off the car and take Shen Qing'er home.

Unexpectedly, a tall figure appeared in front of Shen Qing Er a step earlier than him.

"Qing Er?" "Why are you here? Where have you been these past few days? Why haven't you come to school?"

Shen Qing'er heard a familiar voice before her, and as the sun set in the west, the young man's fine hair danced with a dazzling golden light under the golden sunlight. His handsome face was filled with heartache and pity.

"Zhe Ning." Suddenly, she saw her best friend, Fang ZhenNing, and the caring and passionate look in his eyes. Shen Qing'er's heart felt a little sad, and a string of tears flowed down her face. "I …"

In Fang Zhining's eyes, Shen Qing'er had always been an angel happy girl who never had any worries. But when she suddenly started crying, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Qing'er, what's wrong? Are you alright? Don't scare me, stop crying."

Hearing Fang Zhining's concerned words, Shen Yun thought of the past few days of suffering and could not help but jump into his arms.

Fang Zhe became flustered. Qing'er, don't cry, don't cry. What exactly happened?

Shen Qing'er sobbed sorrowfully as she allowed her tears to shatter the young man's chest, unable to speak.

At first, Fang Zhaoming did not know what to do. After a moment of hesitation, she wrapped her arm around the girl's trembling shoulder.

"Qing'er, don't cry, don't cry! What's the matter? Tell me! Don't scare me!"

In the golden sunlight, the handsome young man hugged the beautiful crying girl with heartache. On the busy street, he sketched out a long, beautiful silhouette, like a prince or princess from a fairy tale, touching the heartstrings of others. Even the coldest passersby couldn't help but look at him with envy.