Substitute Wife: The Mysterious Emperor and Young Master Loves Deeply

She suddenly remembered.

On the wedding night, Yang Shishi, as her chief bridesmaid, was by her side from beginning to end.

It was Yang Shishi who brought Chu Qianmo a cup of warm water with her own hands, and Chu Qianmo drank it without hesitation... When she woke up again, she had already been reduced to a prisoner, and all the people in the villa suddenly disappeared.

Even though there was no wind in the basement, Chu Qianmo's body trembled like a pendulum.

The reason why she was thrown into the sea silently was because she had long since betrayed her relatives... The cause and effect were already clear in Chu Qianmo's heart.

She tried her best to persuade herself not to care, but her heart was still ripped off by something.

She took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the needle-like pain in her heart, and a slight smile appeared from her lips and eyebrows:
"Okay, but I need to ask my brother's permission first. If he agrees, I will go."

The conversation between Chu Qianmo and Yang Shishi floated into Lin Shujing's ears impartially.

Lin Shujing listened with pricked ears.

What she dislikes the most is that this girl has no sense of shame and always talks about "brother and brother". She couldn't help but reply angrily:

"If you want to go, I will take you there naturally. He is so busy, how can he have so much time to take care of you, you should stop being sentimental!"

Chu Qianmo twitched the corners of his mouth, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Okay, then we've decided. Little sister, can you play mahjong? Or, can you play two for me?"

Yang Shishi wanted to test Chu Qianmo's depth, so she said to Chu Qianmo.

"I won't, but I can stand by and watch you play—"

Chu Qianmo still smiled sweetly.

"Okay, then come here and sit next to me. Momo, don't say that you hate her so much, but I like her quite a lot. Look, how clever—"

Yang Shishi smiled and said to Lin Shujing, while holding Chu Qianmo's hand, she walked towards the mahjong table.

Interesting... huh.

Chu Qianmo's heart was full of sadness, but she forced an innocent smile on her face. She followed Yang Shishi and sat beside her, watching them start a new round of mahjong.

Yang Shishi's proficient card skills made her doubts even worse.

Lin Shujing's mahjong foundation was learned from her mother since she was a child, but in Chu Qianmo's impression, Yang Shishi could not play mahjong.

Did she learn it in just over a year, or did she actually become a match with Lin Shujing a long time ago, but Chu Qianmo has been kept in the dark?

Chu Qianmo pondered secretly, her deep doubts made her feel as if she had walked into a foggy forest, and all the superficial falsehoods seemed unbelievable.

She unconsciously ignored who made the sound just now, and she would never have thought that the person who made the sound, after peeping in the dark for a while, went upstairs quietly and hid in the bathroom to give Shang Jiachen Called:

"Mr. Shang, everything is normal. Miss Xia seems to have integrated into Madam's circle of friends—"

Shang Jiachen, who was sitting in President Hanya's office, immediately relaxed his frown after hearing the report.

It seems that his worry was unnecessary, they didn't fight at home... After Shang Jiachen was completely relieved, he turned to work immediately.

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the four of them finally finished their day's game of poker, and left just as Shang Jiachen returned to the villa.

When walking from the basement to the living room, Yang Shishi kept holding Chu Qianmo's arm pretending to be intimate, and asked Chu Qianmo many questions, as if she wanted to treat Chu Qianmo as a friend.

However, Chu Qianmo is no longer what she used to be.

She understood what kind of medicine was sold in Yang Shishi's gourd.

As soon as the three of them left, Lin Shujing folded her arms, looked at Chu Qianmo and snorted coldly, then turned around angrily and returned to the living room.

Chu Qianmo was still standing at the door, just when she was about to turn around, a scarlet Ferrari sports car drove out of Qionghua's garage, and rushed out of the gate of Qionghua's villa like an arrow.

That sports car was the first sports car she owned in her life.

She remembered that she drove Yang Shishi for a ride more than once in these two Ferraris. Yang Shishi stood up heartlessly and shouted into the air, saying that she would have a sports car sooner or later, let God wait and see.

Now, she really has it... Naturally, she also plundered it from Chu Qianmo.

She has everything since she was a child. In the past, houses, sports cars, money, status, status...all of these were not as important as family, friendship and love in her eyes.

Now that she has nothing to lose, she suddenly realizes that feelings are the coldest thing in the world, and only those benefits are the most real.

She and her mother, Jiang Ya, are like the meat on the Tianshan Mountains, plundered by a group of ferocious vultures. They are arrogantly pecking at everything on them. The only thing left for her and her mother is white bones ...

Fortunately, God has eyes, and she finally came back alive.

Otherwise, she didn't even know how she died, and just left with hatred, buried in the hands of these people.

The heavy past was like shackles, making her heart heavy.

She walked up the stairs step by step and went to the roof of Qionghua Villa. In the past, the roof was the most free place for her. It was full of flowers and plants, and her favorite swing... But now, when she opened the door When I saw the roof, it was a dilapidated scene.

Lin Shujing doesn't like anything that Chu Qianmo used to like, so this roof has become ruins.

The flowers and plants that she let the gardener work hard to plant are now overgrown with weeds, and only a few remaining plants survived by chance, blooming red or red flowers.

Chu Qianmo stepped forward and saw these dilapidated flowers and plants swaying back and forth against the wind, as if welcoming her return, and crying about their fate.

The swing frame was rusted, Chu Qianmo walked over and sat on it, the swing made a creaking sound, like a dilapidated bellows creaking, revealing endless sadness.

Everything is a desolate ruin, Qionghua is no longer her pure land...

Chu Qianmo looked at the devastation, and the more she thought about it, the more sad she felt. She looked into the distance, thinking of what happened over the past year, and thinking of the life and death with her mother, she could not stop crying.

She sat on the roof alone for a long, long time, until she saw the setting sun set on the hillside... Realizing that Shang Jiachen should be coming home from get off work soon, she collected her emotions, got up and left the roof, opened the door and went downstairs go.

There is an uninhabited attic one floor away from the roof of the villa. Because it has been too long, there are too many sundries piled up on the attic, and it looks gloomy under dim light.

When Chu Qianmo was about to walk around the pile of debris and go downstairs, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the debris, strangling her by the throat with lightning speed...