Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Zhuang Mingyue patted the dust on her body and said, "Let me see your hand. Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt at all."

Zhuang Mingyue smiled and pinched her face, "So good, where is your mother? Why are you here alone?"

The little girl smiled and said: "Mom went to the toilet, but when she went to the toilet, she found that she didn't bring paper, so she secretly gave her paper to her."

Zhuang Mingyue's voice is very gentle and friendly. It can be seen that this little girl also likes her very much.

"That's it! It's dangerous for children to wait here alone. How about going to the store?"

"Yeah, okay."

Zhuang Mingyue thought about her child who passed away before she was born. She was also a daughter. If she were still alive, would she be as cute as her and would she call her mother?

The child's matter was the pain of Zhuang Mingyue's life.

But...she would never have another baby.

I don’t know when Zhan Yan came out, Zhuang Mingyue stood up and looked at him...

Zhuang Mingyue got into the car with him.

Qi Cheng took the packed and uneaten dishes and put them in the trunk.

The two of them were equally silent, and the child seemed like a gap that could never be bridged between them.

Zhan Yan has done many shameful and wrong things in his life.

The things he did wrong were enough to be sentenced to death.

But he never regretted what he did.

If there is only one thing I regret, it is 'Zhuang Mingyue'

Time changes rapidly, and the only thing that is unpredictable for Zhan Yan is his feelings for Zhuang Mingyue.

He overestimated himself.

Some things may be redeemable, but...some...

He could never make up for it in his life.

When they arrived at the gate of Nanyuan Villa, they didn't say a word after more than an hour's journey.

Zhuang Mingyue got out of the car without looking back.

Zhan Yan watched her holding her thin body as she walked into the villa step by step. She didn't let Qi Cheng drive away until her figure disappeared.

In the next two days, Zhanyan did not appear again.

Zhuang Mingyue rarely had a free day.

Instead of waiting for a banquet and persecution, an uninvited guest came.

Zhuang Mingyue saw Ying Yueyao on the third floor downstairs. After answering the call, Ying Yueyao drove the red Ferrari and stood at the door, talking to her on the phone, "There is something I want to tell you. I won't go in. Can you come down?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "If you have anything, just talk on the phone."

"Mingyue, I want to tell you face to face that I won't leave until you come down."

Ying Yueyao hung up the phone.

She didn't dare not listen to Zhan Yan's threatening warning to her.

So she can only do that.

There are bodyguards at the door.

Zhuang Mingyue finally went downstairs, and she let Ying Yueyao enter the villa.

Sitting on the sofa, the servant's face was indescribably pretty. Facing Ying Yueyao, the lady's voice stuck in her mouth, "Miss Ying, please drink tea."

Because of Zhuang Mingyue, no one dared to say it.

I thought the confrontation between the two women would be bloody, but unexpectedly, it looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other in many years were talking calmly.

Ying Yueyao: "You guys go down first, I have something to tell her."

"Okay, Miss Ying."

The servants left, and they were the only ones left in the huge villa.

"He and I are getting married next month? On September 20th next month."

This day is Ying Yueyao's birthday.

"Congratulations!"

Ying Yueyao took out a gold-plated invitation and moved it in front of Zhuang Mingyue, "We will be a family in the future. I hope you don't hate me about what happened in the past. I hope you can come that day."

Zhuang Mingyue was a little stunned when she looked at the red invitation, and said without any waves in her voice: "I have long forgotten what happened over the years. Congratulations on marrying the person you like as you always wish."

"Apart from these, what I say to you next may be a little selfish, but I...must say it..."

"I know you are not related by blood, but... I am not a fool. The first time I saw you in France, I knew that Zhan Yan must have done something to you!"

Zhuang Mingyue clenched her fists hard and grabbed the hem of her nightgown, thinking of those...

In addition to being ashamed, Zhuang Mingyue hated herself more than anything else. In the end, she became the person she hated most.

"Mingyue, I hope! After I get married to Zhan Yan, can you leave the imperial capital?"

"For nearly five years, I was devoted to him, and now I can't live without him."

"I would go crazy if he didn't show up to the wedding over there."

"You left because of Big Brother's side and because of Mu Nanzhu's existence. I know that you are not the kind of third party who destroys other people's feelings. You can't help yourself in anything you do."

"But... your presence makes me feel scared, insecure, and even... full of doubts and random thoughts all day long."

"I really want to repair our relationship with you and treat you as family."

When Ying Yueyao was talking, Zhuang Mingyue looked at her in a daze, and her face began to change, turning into the hysterical look of Zhuang Mingyue himself.

This scene is like looking in the mirror.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Mingyue looked like Song Qiqi again.

Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes to get rid of the changing scenes in her mind.

"Zhan Yan cares about you so much. You've been away for so many years, and when he was doing work, his wallet... was all filled with photos of you."

"You are obviously not here, but I feel like you are everywhere around me."

"As long as you agree to leave, I will give you 5000 million. If it is not enough, there will also be the Ying family's property abroad. It will all be yours..."

"It's enough for me to give a banquet. Please don't take her away, okay?"

Zhuang Mingyue stared at her with a quiet look in his eyes, when she had also begged Song Qiqi so hard.

How did Song Qiqi feel at that time?

Happy, proud, contemptuous, or disdainful?

These feelings were nothing in Zhuang Mingyue's heart. She could only feel sad for Ying Yueyao, and she was also sad for herself.

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her gaze and looked at the carpet on the tea table. Her voice was as soft as a fallen leaf, "I have never wanted to interfere in your marriage."

"My home is still in the Imperial City, so I'm sorry, but I can't leave."

Ying Yueyao grabbed her hair and almost collapsed and told her, "As long as you are here, his heart will never be on me."

"Zhuang Mingyue, I kneel down and beg you!"

"How about leaving the imperial capital?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "Have you ever thought that even without me, there will be other women showing up."

Ying Yueyao suddenly stood up and shouted: "No one else appears, he only has you in his heart!"

"I would rather he spend time outside, drink and eat outside, than I would like to see him thinking about you all the time in his heart."

Ying Yueyao clutched her chest in pain, "Do you know that in the past four years... he has never touched me."