The full-level boss made trouble in the wealthy family after wearing it back

Concubine Xiang looked at Shang Lingyi in front of her, and felt that something was wrong, but she was a demon after all, so she couldn't empathize with Shang Lingyi now.

Shang Lingyi raised her head, allowing the cold rain to hit her face, falling drop by drop.

Her lips were drawn into a line, her eyes were reddish.

Concubine Xiang didn't dare to look at Shang Lingyi's expression, but stood beside her with her head bowed, quietly guarding her.

This time, Shang Lingyi did not go home immediately.

Drenched in the rain, she walked from the thatched hut to the creek, then to the woods and meadows, and finally to the pine forest where she and Bo Yanshen often went.

She wandered around aimlessly, like a lost puppet, without any agility.

Concubine Xiang's heart also seemed to be shrouded in melancholy and despair, and her mood was depressed.

In the master-servant contract, all the injuries suffered by the master will be fed back to the servants, including psychological injuries.

But why is the master so desperate?

Concubine Xiang couldn't figure it out, everything was going according to the master's plan, wasn't it?

A few days ago, Mu Xiting sent a message that Su Yucheng had been deprived of his status as the president of the Su Group. The Su Group had been entangled in scandals, and it had also implicated the Gu family who cooperated with it. Now the two companies are too busy !

And Yun Jinchu's side was also proceeding in an orderly manner, Di Tinghan returned to the Di family, and taking advantage of the opportunity of marriage with the Yun family, the limelight had already overshadowed Di Heyan.

In addition, Shang Mingyue is still lying on the hospital bed dying, only Gu Xiangyi is dead. As for Lu Huaijin who joined the army, his life is also in dire straits...

Obviously everything is moving in a good direction. No matter how strong the fake heaven is, the master has already weakened its strength from various aspects. In the final decisive battle, the master will definitely win!

So, what is the reason for this deep despair?

Shang Lingyi was like a thoughtless puppet, shuttling through the jungle. She stepped on the withered leaves, making rustling sounds, appearing strange and eerie.

"Concubine Xiang, you go back first, take care of my grandma and Bo Yanshen, nothing will happen to them, I want to take a stroll outside." She stopped slowly, looked back at Concubine Xiang, her voice indifferent.

Concubine Xiang hesitated, but still didn't have the courage to refuse Shang Lingyi.

She is her master, and she has no right to disobey her orders.

So, she could only nod her head, "Yes, master."

Turning around and leaving, Shang Lingyi stood where she was, watching the rain falling from the sky, the pain in her heart churning endlessly.

"The truth is cruel... Didn't I know this from the beginning? But why, why am I still so sad?" Her hands grabbed the clothes around her heart, tears rolled down from her eyes, and hit her palms , soon disappeared.

There was no one around, and she no longer persisted, no longer pretending to be strong...

Shang Lingyi squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and cried softly.

Why is the truth so cruel?

Why is it that you are not here?

Why?

Her heart hurts, it really hurts...

Can you gouge out the heart, gouge it out, will she not be in such pain?

Shang Lingyi curled up on the ground, hugged herself tightly, and cried with all her might.

"Ah ah ah..."

The rain mixed with tears flowed out, blurring her vision, and she could only vent her pain by crying.

The heart-piercing cry wafted through the woods, far, far away, and never stopped for a long time...

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Shang Lingyi stood up unsteadily and headed towards her destination—the big cypress tree at the entrance of the village.

The rain became heavier, and Shang Lingyi was drenched, as if crawling out of a pond.

But she didn't know it, she just knew to go back, back under the big cypress tree.

Finally, she saw the big cypress tree, and her body trembled violently, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

Shang Lingyi looked at the big cypress tree, and the grief in her heart came wave after wave, overwhelming her whole heart.

She lifted her foot and walked towards the big cypress tree.

Every step seems to have exhausted all the strength in the whole body, as if stepping on a sharp knife with every step.

Finally, she came under the big cypress tree, and began to dig the soil with both hands. She dug hard, pushing the soil in inch by inch, digging in inch by inch.

Digging tirelessly, as if only in this way can she dig out all the heavy guilt in her heart.

She dug with her hands for a long time, until her fingers were covered with mud and blood, and the smell of blood entered her nostrils. She didn't care about it, and she didn't stop until the small wooden box appeared.

Shang Lingyi squatted in the pothole, holding the small wooden box in both hands, and rubbing it lightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault..." She muttered to herself, her voice choked up, "Please forgive me, forgive me..."

Tears silently slid down the corners of his eyes and wet the wooden box.

"sorry Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she couldn't hear it.

***

When Shang Lingyi returned home, she avoided Grandma Shang and Bo Yanshen, and didn't let them see her in such a miserable state, let alone worrying them.

She cleaned herself up immediately before appearing in front of them.

Some things, some pains, as long as one person bears it.

However, it's not that easy.

The clothes on the body are easy to clean up, but the inside is not so easy to clean up.

After dinner, Shang Lingyi sat alone on the threshold, watching the flowers and plants wither in front of her, watching the traces of rain on the soil, it was desolate.

Looking deeply at the particularly bleak figure by the door, Bo Yan felt unspeakably uncomfortable and painful in his heart.

He walked over, squatted beside Shang Lingyi, and pulled her into his arms: "Lingyi, what's wrong with you? Why don't you come and chat with grandma and me?"

Shang Lingyi leaned against Bo Yanshen's chest, smelling the familiar breath and listening to the familiar voice, she felt a little relieved.

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered something from the past, and I just feel a little tired, just rest for a while." Shang Lingyi said lightly.

"Really? Why do I think you're trying to play me off?"

Shang Lingyi looked up at Bo Yanshen, and found that he was staring at her intently, his eyes were full of worry for her, she forced a smile and said, "No, you think too much."

"If you don't want to laugh, stop laughing. If you feel sad, just let it out. Don't keep everything in your heart." Bo Yan sighed deeply and comforted her.

"Well, thank you." Shang Lingyi responded.

Her eyes looked into the distance, looking at the traces of the rain on the soil, but her heart was full of mixed feelings.

She didn't know whether she should hate the hypocrisy or blame herself.