Qin Yurou suddenly turned her head to look at Shen You’an.
Shen You’an smiled slightly, "A gift for you."
Qin Yurou’s lips moved violently, wanting to say sothing, but in the end, only tears flowed fiercely.
She wiped away her tears and when she turned her head again, the weakness in her eyes was long gone.
She stepped on Ding Hai’s head, "Ding Hai, you have your day too."
Ding Hai struggled and shouted, "Wife... I was wrong, I will definitely live well with you in the future, save this ti..."
Qin Yurou gritted her teeth, took the stick from the sturdy man’s hand, and hesitated for a mont as she was about to strike Ding Hai.
After all, she was a weak woman who had never killed even a fish, let alone hit anyone.
But the scenes of Ding Hai’s violence after drinking flashed through her mind one by one, and even when she cried and begged on her knees, fists and slaps fell on her like raindrops. Her body and soul were humiliated and tortured, with no help from heaven or earth. Who saved her back then?
Thinking of this, her gaze beca completely resolute, and her hand no longer hesitated, the stick fell hard on the man’s body.
She hit without technique, purely venting, but as the saying goes, even a chaotic beating can pain a master more severely due to the lack of technique.
Ding Hai’s screams echoed, which made Qin Yurou even more excited, and she got better at hitting.
Eventually, she was exhausted from hitting and stopped to take a breath.
Ding Hai fell silent.
Qin Yurou was sowhat scared, "Could it be that I beat him to death?"
The driver Xiaoxiao laughed, "Even if you killed him, it doesn’t matter."
Qin Yurou instinctively looked towards the car at Shen You’an, whose energy was unimaginably vast, strengthening her inner resolve in her choice.
Qin Yurou threw the stick next to Ding Hai, looking down from above and said, "Ding Hai, what you owe can never be repaid in this lifeti, but I don’t wish to be entangled in the past anymore, let it end here. From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."
In the car on the way back, Qin Yurou plucked up courage and said earnestly, "An’an, thank you."
Shen You’an spoke without lifting his head, "The divorce certificate will be delivered to you this afternoon."
Qin Yurou didn’t expect it to be so fast, previously her lawsuits were all in vain.
Shen You’an thought of Zhang Tianci and reminded her, "The little demon king will be back next week. He’s a real rascal. Punish him if need be, don’t hold back. Since you have decided to live sincerely with my uncle, step up as the mistress."
Qin Yurou nodded, firmly keeping Shen You’an’s words in her heart.
"I understand."
――
During this stage of the World Championships, Shen You’an remained in Qingzhou.
On the day of her father’s morial, she went to the cetery to visit him, telling him all the happenings of the year in detail at his tomb.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and Shen You’an turned around.
A young boy wearing a white sweater and light blue jeans ca forward, holding a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums.
The young boy’s eyebrows and eyes were clean and fresh, like the glistening dew in the morning.
His eyes, black and white and distinct, were gentle and clear, possessing a maturity and steadiness unfitting his age.
He ca over, squatted down, and placed the chrysanthemums in front of the tomb.
Shen You’an blinked back her tears.
"Rong Xianning, so you’re the one placing chrysanthemums at dad’s tomb every year."
The young boy softly replied, "Mm."
"This kindness has never been forgotten."
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration lit up in Shen You’an’s mind, and she couldn’t help but tremble at her fingertips.
"You have known for a long ti?"
The young boy silently finished lighting the incense, then turned his head to look at her.
"I was there the day uncle was buried. I rember it rained heavily and you cried into a river of tears."
Long-hidden mories awoke, Shen You’an vaguely rembered the silhouette of a young boy awkwardly holding an umbrella for her.
She caught her breath, suddenly grasping Rong Xianning’s arm.
"And then?"
Rong Xianning’s gaze was gentle, "Afterwards, every year on uncle’s morial day, I would see your figure."
Year after year, becoming ever more beautiful.
Shen You’an shook her head, "No, that’s not what I ant."
Shen You’an was stunned, realizing that Rong Xianning had known her since a past life.
She was the daughter of his benefactor, so within his abilities, he was willing to lend a helping hand.
That made total sense.
Rong Xianning frowned, seemingly puzzled by her aning.
"What do you an?"
The young boy was upright and honest, carrying a noble character.
Shen You’an didn’t know how to speak, those long-nurtured affections faced with the youth’s candid deanor, suddenly left her speechless.
It seed fate was playing a huge joke on her.
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