d me to wait for you downstairs in the car."Jian Tong gazed out the window, but she couldn't actually see what was outside. The rain had soaked the glass, making it blurry. But her gaze was distant, a...Xiao Heng's hand hanging by his side clenched tightly. He wanted to choose to believe her, but... so many people said she was guilty. Shen Xiu Jin said she was guilty. Maybe it was a wrongful accusation, but if even her own family, her parents, her siblings all said she was guilty... Xiao Heng wanted to believe, but he couldn't!

He couldn't forgive her deception! He couldn't accept the pride of himself, yet fall in love with such a cruel and ruthless woman!

But Xiao Heng forgot one thing, Jian Tong, did he need his forgiveness! What qualifications did he have to choose to forgive or not to forgive!

Little Child, have you ever done something that hurt him!

Xiao Heng forgot all about it. He was furious at the moment, his pride and arrogance made him unable to accept that the first woman who had ever treated him sincerely was a despicable and shameless woman!

"Jian Tong," Xiao Heng raised his chin, "I, Xiao Heng, am the young master of the Xiao Group, the heir to the Xiao family. With a mere flick of my finger, a throng of women flock to me!"

Xiao Tong, what kind of woman hasn't Xiao Heng had

"It's okay to indulge in big meals of fish and meat sometimes, but it's also good to have a light meal of congee and side dishes occasionally."

He raised his chin and looked down at the woman on the ground, utterly humble: "I was just playing around with you. Don't take it to heart."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left with an air of nonchalance.

Jian Tong's gaze remained fixed on that retreating figure.

This back, incredibly familiar, even she herself couldn't remember how many times this big boy had walked with her hand in his through the crowd.

But at this moment, this familiar back, was incredibly strange.

Jian Tong watched silently as that figure disappeared from sight.

Her gaze fell on Jian Mobai, whose face was etched with embarrassment. But in less than a second, her eyes swept past him—if family wasn't a source of warmth but rather a weapon used to hurt oneself, then it would be better not to have one at all.

Jian Mo Bai turned his head away, unwilling to linger any longer. He turned and hurried out.

Wei Sishan's heart was filled with unspeakable joy... Jian Tong, I'll show you who can compare to me! I'll see if you can still strut around! Go rot in the mud! Never try to climb back up again!

"Here you go," Wei Sishan kicked the money-filled box in front of Jian Tong, and said condescendingly, "This money is yours now."

"Backup." Jian Tong stretched out his hand, his eyes staring blankly at Wei Sishan: "I said before, if you play me again this time, I'll drag you to hell with me."

Perhaps it was Jian Tong's expression, which was eerie and frightening, that caused Wei Si Shan's delicate face to contort in horror for a moment. She stiffened her neck:

"I don't have any backups, just this one on my phone. Look," Wei Sishan said as she took out the card from her phone and shouted to someone beside her, "Get a lighter."

"Jian Tong, take a good look. I burned it. From now on, if anyone else has this video, that's their business, don't blame me. Wei Sishan isn't some kind of good person, but I do have some integrity."

After he finished speaking, he led the group of people and swaggered away. The middle-aged, pot-bellied uncle watched the situation and hurriedly followed them... He also seemed to understand that this matter today was clearly a trap set for the little girl. It would be best if he didn't get involved.

The house fell silent, leaving only a woman.

Behind the screen, a person stepped out. With one leg, they stood before her. She slowly lifted her head and looked up from that foot.

"I told you, Ms. Jian," he said with a smile, "I would make Xiao Heng see your true colors. But for you to still be part of the Jian family and have that kind of past... that's quite unexpected. You're even worse than I imagined."

Jian Tong didn't utter a word, bracing himself against the ground, and stood up.

"Well then～ 500,000." A slender hand, fingers gripping a check, was extended to Jian Tong's face: "That night, the 500,000 you borrowed from me, you can have it now. After all... you showed me a magnificent spectacle of palace intrigue in the upper echelons of society. It was truly breathtaking."

While saying that, he grabbed Jian Tong's hand and shoved the check into her palm.

Jian Tong lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the check. Under Kane's watchful eye, her hand moved slowly.

Disdain flashed in Kane's eyes.

Jian Tong picked up the check and didn't even glance at it. With a flick of his finger, he tossed it onto Kane's face. A gruff voice followed, sounding indifferent: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Kane, but I, no longer need it."

Wei Sishan said, "I'm doing what I was entrusted to do. And this person is the one in front of me."

Right and wrong, here, have become meaningless.

Jian Tong stepped forward.

After kneeling for a long time, her legs had gone numb. She dragged her inconvenient leg, step by step, kicking and thumping all the way, out of the room, without looking back, nor paying any attention to the gaze behind her.

She walked toward the back door, familiar with this place. Walking through the back door allowed her to avoid the crowds at the front.

With heavy steps, she pushed open the small round archway and looked up at the night sky. The corner of her lips curled upwards slightly, and in silence, she said to the night sky: "Look, I didn't cry."

"Look," who is this "you" Is it Jian Tong But to whom is she speaking No one knows.

She told herself again: it was time to reveal everything, let Xiao Heng know about her past... Now that it was out, it didn't matter how. After all... the goal had been achieved, and the outcome was the same.

Are they all really the same

Why, then, does she still feel pain

Does she love Xiao Heng

Jian Tong knew clearly: no.

He was just someone who barged into her life, patted her on the butt and told her he was just here to experience life, not to be taken seriously.

Jane wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.

She shouted into the night sky once more: Look! I'm not crying!

But... there are very few people in this world who can look at her without disdain, looking at her as just a person... gone!

That focused gaze, gone.

That earnest gaze, it's gone.

Such an honest gaze, gone!

Jian Tong bolted, her legs moving faster than they ever had since becoming less mobile... Pain shot from her leg up to her waist, a searing agony that felt like it would split her in two!

And that staggering running woman, however, seemed oblivious. She didn't even know that her current running posture was just like a lame penguin!

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At the end of the second floor banquet hall, there's a room.

Kane glanced at the crumpled check lying on the floor, rubbed his face where it had been struck, and scoffed. He didn't even bother to pick up the check, simply turned and started to walk away.

One hand suddenly reached down and picked up the check on the ground.augh gleefully in front of me Jian Tong, you’re nothing but a substitute for Wei Ming!”His face contorted in rage, and he remembered what had happened in the grove of trees behind the rose garden yest...