The person who was closest to her, those words were stabbed into her heart like a knife.

Jiang Cise only remembered that she felt very painful and cold at that time, but she didn't seem to be much sad.

She didn't know if she was a cold-hearted person by nature, but she quickly accepted this matter.

The next day, Zhou Shiyu sobered up and slapped her in the face and apologized to her for forgiveness.

Jiang Cise thought that she might be able to understand his powerlessness and pain, but she could never forget those words, let alone return to the past with her.

Until a week later, Zhou's mother was seriously ill, but no one dared to treat her.

Zhou's father pointed at her temper and cursed. The once gentle and elegant uncle only called her a vixen and a scoundrel!

That day, Zhou Shiyu did not accuse her with them, but never defended her.

He just choked and begged her, asking her if she could go to Ji Mingye to plead with her, begging him to let the Zhou family go with great help.

Jiang Cise knew that from that moment on, Zhou Shiyu completely chose to give up on her.

Even though she had known the answer for a long time, she still couldn't help but want to look forward to a miracle.

At that moment, she was completely disappointed with the man.

Jiang Cise just looked at him calmly, chuckled, and responded: "Okay."

She thought that she really owed the Zhou family, even if all this was just a verbal thing to Ji Mingye, the Zhou family did pay an indelible price for it.

She turned around and left, and went to find Ji Mingye as promised.

Until now, she remembers that when she found him, Ji Mingye was sitting in the smokey private room, with women around her constantly.

He sneered and glanced at her sideways: "Why should I agree?"

Jiang Cise stood there, facing all kinds of looking eyes, her heart was tight, but she was particularly calm.

She looked straight at him, her eyes were light, and she said slowly: "Didn't you always want me."

She said this and the private room was silent, oh, or it was silent.

Men and women were looking at his face, and no one dared to easily argue.

Time became particularly slow, and every minute was extremely difficult. The man sitting in the main seat was as beautiful as a fairy in the painted skin. He pulled his thin lips and stared at her without much smile. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he suddenly spoke: "Come here."

Jiang Cise slowly approached and when he arrived beside him, the women around him gave up their seats one after another.

Ji Mingye pulled her directly to her legs, and then the surroundings became warm instantly, as if the private room with the pause button was pressed back to normal again.

No one asked her where she came from, and no one would care about her identity.

It seemed that as long as he nodded, there would be her place here.

That night, Jiang Cise couldn't remember how much wine she had drunk. She tried hard to get drunk, but she was also particularly sober.

She just suddenly despaired about love, but she just didn't want to owe Zhou Shiyu any of it.

She suddenly understood that in the face of absolute power and wealth, love is just like a wisp of yellow sand, perhaps sincere, but cannot withstand any test.

She actually didn't blame Zhou Shiyu, because she couldn't think of any kind of person who would not retreat in the face of such a test.

From then on, she realized that the so-called love is nothing more than the emotions that will only grow under specific conditions, and will eventually be abandoned under the overwhelming power and oppression.

Since that's the case, it's better not to.

Ji Mingye has never been a good person. The night she threw herself into her arms, he slept with her without any politeness.
Chapter completed!