On the day of breaking off the engagement, I got married to my ex-uncle

"Ms. Chu, there is a Rolls-Royce outside the door. Are you interested in going for a ride with me?" Xu Yuanmo's voice was full of magnetism, flowing out slowly like a rhythmic piano piece.

Song Yian, who was standing aside, held back his laughter and coughed twice. Looking at Chu Xixi's pleading eyes, he decisively chose to keep silent.

He knew that Chu Xixi must want to chat with this mysterious man who suddenly appeared in front of her. If he forced her to stop, it would only annoy her.

No matter how arrogant An Shao was, no matter how much contempt and disdain he hid behind his polite smile, he knew that he could not afford to offend this man.

Chu Xixi once said to him, "Don't show weakness to others until you are at your wit's end." He took her words to heart. So no matter what the future holds, he chooses to help her deal with it in a roundabout way, so that she won't end up in the tragic scene of "dying in a foreign land" again.

Chu Xixi sighed in disappointment, "I am actually looking forward to it. I wonder if my luck will be better today, or if I will encounter any unexpected situations." After saying that, she laughed at herself and said, "Maybe luck won't stay with me forever."

She slowly stood up and walked towards this man who appeared inexplicably but was connected to her in some way.

There was a barely perceptible smile at the corners of Xu Yuanmo's lips, and a faint light was gleaming in his bottomless eyes.

The two walked side by side to the door, Xu Yuanmo opened the car door and made an invitation gesture. Chu Xixi's hand had just touched the armrest when suddenly there was a sound of emergency brakes behind him.

A man in a white shirt rushed down and stopped in front of them, panting slightly, and a ray of faint light leaked out, which could not be retracted in time.

Chu Xixi looked up in surprise, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't look back. She could only hear the clear voice and gaze of the man in front of her, "This friend who fell down at the side door as expected seems to be a bit difficult to deal with."

Chu Xixi glanced at Song Yian, who understood immediately and stood up with a lazy smile, "You guys talk, I have something else to do. You guys are so funny, you always cause trouble wherever you go, I can't stand it."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yian had already left this place of trouble. And Xu Yuanmo sat in front of her naturally, with papers scattered on the table clearly showing her work.

Xu Yuanmo glanced at the papers lazily. She knew that these things were indeed not to his liking.

"You seem busy? And also seem--" He paused deliberately, and the silent sense of oppression made her heart skip a beat.

The relaxed but confident tone continued, "Are you going crazy?"

Chu Xixi raised her head, hiding her emotions that were about to explode, and smiled softly, "I don't want to have breakfast with you."

He smiled, his eyes were bright, but she wanted to escape. When she saw him like that, did she have to go through with it?

"Don't mess with me reincarnating over and over again, okay?"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and then an unfathomable abyss seemed to open up before her, and a gentle yet resolute word came from the pitch-black darkness.

"I won't let you go."

He restrained his smile, but the light in his eyes was even brighter. Once the stern king started to invade, there would probably be no room for maneuver - and no possibility for him to be perfunctory.

So she remained silent and heard him say to her, "The Qingshan Orphanage is on fire."

Every word struck her heart. He hid his emotions, "The board of directors felt that your arrangement should be stopped, but I suppressed it for you."

It was self-evident who had set the fire. This was a round of competition, and she was temporarily at a disadvantage. So -

"sorry."

I was silent for a long time, so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat. Finally, his voice rang in my ears, singing softly -

Chu Xixi sat in front of the window of the design studio, the night wind blew in, bringing a hint of coolness. Her fingers jumped briskly on the keyboard, stopping from time to time to think, and on the screen in front of her was her latest design sketch.

"Creaky—" The door of the studio was pushed open, and Qin Shiyu walked in. She waved a big red umbrella and looked at Chu Xixi with a smile, "Xixi, you're not going home tonight?"

Chu Xixi didn't look up, but just replied softly: "No, I want to revise this design."

"You workaholic," Qin Shiyu came over and turned off the computer screen, "eat something first. You work all day long. Don't you understand that people are made of iron and rice is made of steel?"

Chu Xixi smiled helplessly and finally stood up from the chair, "Okay, you win, where are we going to eat?"

At this moment, the door of the studio was gently pushed open again, and Song Yian walked in. He was holding a few large paper bags in his hands, with a smug smile on his face, "Look what good things I brought."

Qin Shiyu couldn't help but teased, "It's you again, Song Yian, how come you have time to come here today?"

Song Yian pretended to be aggrieved, "I just came to see my little Xixi. I heard that you guys have to work overtime, so I bought some midnight snacks for you."

Chu Xixi had no choice but to wave her hands helplessly, "You two stop arguing and sit down quickly, Song Yian, it's so late, why do you still want to come here?"

Song Yian put the paper bag on the table, revealing the rich food inside, "I knew you two didn't eat well, I'm here to help you out."

The three of them sat together, eating and chatting, and the atmosphere gradually became lively. In this busy city, the company of friends can always make people feel a little warm.

After dinner, Chu Xixi opened the window and let the night breeze blow away the smell of oil smoke in the room. Qin Shiyu found that there seemed to be some worry in Chu Xixi's eyes, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Xixi, have you had any troubles recently?"

Chu Xixi shook her head lightly, but sighed secretly in her heart. She did not tell her friends that she had just ended the love battle with Huo Hangfan that lasted for several years. The battle ended with her victory, but the inner trauma was not so easy to heal.

At this silent moment, the silence was broken by the vibration of the cell phone. Chu Xixi saw the name flashing on the screen - Huo Hangfan.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and under the curious gazes of Qin Shiyu and Song Yian, she completely pressed the reject button.

At this time, Chu Xixi's eyes were firm, as if she had made an important decision, and she said word by word: "Let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, the plot came to an abrupt end here. On a cool autumn night, the three of them stood at the door of the studio, and an unknown journey was about to begin.

This was not the result Chu Xixi had hoped for. She was just an orphan with the most ordinary life and the most insignificant existence. She just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life.

Unexpected events happen all the time. When Chu Xixi was in a taxi, she was hit by a car that suddenly rushed out and lost control. In the split second of twisting, the seat belt tightened around her neck, and the pain caused a burst of fireworks, and then everything fell into a deathly silence.

The car's various warning lights flashed, along with the piercing security noises.

"Xiao Xixi, where are you going?" Song Yian's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, but it seemed as if there were several dimensions of space between them and the distance was very far.

In the violent collision, her consciousness became blurred, and the taxi driver was also trapped in the driver's seat and unable to move. The last thought in her mind was still: she couldn't die in such a place.

Chapter 8 Mysteries and doubts: Accident or man-made accident?

When Chu Xixi opened her eyes again, she saw the ceiling of the senior ward. She moved her fingers in confusion, and in silence, the door was pushed open.

Xu Yuanmo, carrying the evil thermos, walked into the ward slowly, holding a strand of her rescued hair in his hand, looking like a pervert.

Her mind was groggy and she thought she had seen it wrongly. "Xu, Xu Yuanmo..."

"I'm here, I'm here." He answered her cheerfully, without any embarrassment of taking up too much attention from others. He pursed his lips and glanced at her with a look of reluctance, "Why can't you worry a little about yourself because of others?"

In an instant, Chu Xixi's mind flashed through various scenes before the car accident. Was all this an accident or a man-made accident?

"Huh? I want to go too?" Xu Yuanmo raised his eyebrows with a bit of interest on his face, looking at Chu Xixi as if he was staring at a prey.

"Didn't you say you were injured? Then just rest well at home, we will go by ourselves." Chu Xixi pressed her eyebrows with a little embarrassment.

"Then I'll listen to Miss Chu and go by myself." The man smiled frankly, not at all shy about the possible consequences of attending the party alone.

The matter was quickly settled, and Chu Xixi drove there with Song Yian.

The car was driving in the sun, illuminating the "luxury dinner" that Su Yuqing had deliberately arranged. The lights on the scene were gorgeous and charming, creating an almost intoxicating luxurious atmosphere. She not only invited Internet celebrities, but also invited important guests, and even a group of entertainment editors, all of whom were able to quickly spread the news of Huo Hangfan's incident. She wanted to ruin Huo Hangfan's reputation.

But she didn't expect that Fu Mingjing would get involved in this matter.

Before the dinner started, the news of the sensational marriage between the Huo and Fu families spread like wildfire, faster and wider than all the gossip, and the shock it caused can be imagined.

The bodyguards who broke into the room encountered no resistance, and the main entrance to the banquet was blocked almost instantly. Under the gaze of everyone, Fu Mingjing straightened his back and walked as if on flat ground. And one step away from him, a man with a flamboyant look appeared in everyone's sight.

"Well done!" Song Yian clapped his hands and cheered, "Now it's going to be fun."

Even the usually calm Xu Yuanmo was surprised, "I think I came at the wrong time."

Unexpectedly, it was Yuan Mo who came to the rescue. Chu Xixi smiled gratefully, "Thanks to you." Then she quickly adjusted her state, and her slender body suddenly made people feel indestructible. She turned her head and looked at the extraordinary aura of the young master of the Fu family, with sharp eyes and a calm face, without any ripples.

A hint of appreciation flashed across Fu Mingjing's eyes, and then he said calmly, "Hello, Miss Chu."

Chu Xixi frowned slightly. Her conversation with Song Yian had not yet ended, but Xu Yuanmo was obviously not alone - his translator was standing straight behind him. Her thoughts were in a mess at the moment. If the translator was included, there were four people in the cafe. She felt like she was blocked in a corner by three men.

Song Yian looked at this dramatic change coldly, intending to turn a blind eye. However, Xu Yuanmo said calmly, "Mr. Song, your company has had some troubles recently, and the stock market is very volatile. I need to talk to your father."

Song Yian's face changed slightly, but he still insisted, "What does it have to do with you?"

Xu Yuanmo was naturally unmoved, "If I remember correctly, your..." At this time, he paused slightly and smiled slightly, "My fiancée, Cheng Yaoyao, just had a minor operation not long ago. If you don't mind, it won't be too late to notify her."

"Xu Yuanmo, you!" Seeing Chu Xixi's somewhat sympathetic and angry eyes, Song Yian finally panicked. He began to realize that the man in front of him was not only hard-hearted, but also a terrifying and powerful capitalist. Those yacht villas seemed to be just part of the deal for him. Perhaps nothing could move him. Money, studies, love - to him, they were all bargaining chips, and he was the eternal master.