Substitute Wife: The Mysterious Emperor and Young Master Loves Deeply

Chu Qianmo never expected that this time, because of her kindness in her heart, letting Lin Shujing go would become a choice she regretted for life.

After driving away from the mental hospital in a car, Chu Qianmo leaned against the window and stared blankly at everything outside the window.

Obviously the scenery of Ningcheng is still the same as before, but her mood is indescribably depressed.

She instinctively didn't want to believe everything Lin Shujing said, but what Lin Shujing said was right and clear, and she couldn't help but fell into a deep doubt.

If mother really did that back then, and if everything Lin Shujing said was true, then would Shang Jiachen deserve to be forgiven for all the hatred he vented on them?
Then for such a long period of time, the hatred that supported her step by step to the present, isn't it all wrong?
Chu Qianmo's heart fell into unprecedented chaos.

When the car drove into a shopping mall in downtown Lingcheng, Chu Qianmo signaled the driver to stop, and then told the two bodyguards not to follow.

She wanted to be alone, and wandered aimlessly.

Chu Qianmo entered the shopping mall alone. This shopping mall was a place she often visited when she was Miss Chu.

At that time, she could spend money to buy a limited-edition suit without blinking an eye, and she could also buy bags and shoes as she wanted. That kind of happiness was wanton and simple, because she was surrounded by love and had mother Jiang Ya holds up a world for her, and Shang Jiachen's love escorts her.

But now that she came here again, Chu Qianmo suddenly realized that she was out of place with this shopping mall.

Her current bank card balance cannot afford even a fraction of a bag; her current status is nothing more than an ordinary intern white-collar worker.

Lin Shujing was right, everything can't go back, she and Shang Jiachen were both involved in this torrent of retribution, with their own hatred, they wanted to put each other to death, but in the end However, Chu Qianmo didn't know whether he should hate him or not.

She was a little confused.

When passing by her once favorite high-end dessert shop, she suddenly felt very bitter in her heart, and really wanted to eat some desserts to sweeten her heart.

"Do you want to eat? How can I ask you to-"

The low and magnetic voice rang in Chu Qianmo's ears, which made Chu Qianmo startled, and she hurriedly turned her head to look.

I saw Di Qing standing next to her in black casual attire. He changed his previous formal attire for the first time, wearing a black peaked cap, black T-shirt and black trousers, tall and straight, with a cold face , with faint scars on his right arm, which looks casual but masculine.

Chu Qianmo was startled, she never thought that Di Qing would appear here suddenly.

"Di Qing, you..."

Chu Qianmo felt alert subconsciously, and she looked around vigilantly.

This is a shopping mall full of people coming and going, so Di Qing suddenly appeared, isn't he afraid of being seen by others?
"I didn't expect Miss Xia to have such a good memory that she actually remembered my name. Miss Xia, I would like to invite you to taste the internet celebrity desserts here. I wonder if Miss Xia would show me my face?"

Di Qing slightly squinted his long and narrow eyes, his voice was not loud but full of air, as if he was not afraid of anyone around him hearing him.

Di Qing's words made Chu Qianmo instantly understand that he was acting with her.

After reacting, Chu Qianmo quickly assumed Xia Yimo's identity, and she immediately said in a loud voice pretending to be cold:
"Thank you President Di for your kindness, but I can buy desserts myself, so I don't bother President Di."

"Meeting Ms. Xia in the mall by chance is a rare fate. I don't find it troublesome, but feel honored——"

Seeing her, Di Qing immediately understood, so while acting, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her into this high-end dessert shop pretending to be domineering.

"Di Qing, you... let me go!"

Chu Qianmo struggled deliberately and shouted loudly.

"It's just a cup of milk tea, don't worry, I won't do anything to you—"

However, Di Qing didn't care about it, hugged and hugged her all the way, and led her directly from the first floor to the VIP box on the second floor.