The news of Qian Lingyou going abroad soon spread.

The first to know was his fiancee, Murong Xiao.

The most coincident thing was that, under the deliberate arrangement of Lord, when Murong Xiao learned of this news, Qian Lingyou had already sailed on the sea.

To ensure the safety of the cargo ship and the safety of the heir of the family, his route and contact information would temporarily enter an unknown and non-connected state. Therefore, no matter how angry Murong Xiao was, it was useless.

Of course, the Lord did not intend to break up his grandson's marriage. He did not just send people to send many gifts to the Murong family, but also personally came to see Murong Xiao to express his apology.

It was a pity...

It was better not to see her.

After seeing the current Murong Xiao, Lord was glad he did not force his grandson to get married as soon as possible.

This...

After losing her memories, why did she lose her temperament?

Before, Murong Xiao dared to debate with him at the age of ten. She dared to talk about everything with him, discuss philosophy, and play a good game of chess. It should be known not many people could calm down to play chess nowadays, let alone a young girl in the prime of her life playing Go.

But the current Murong Xiao...

Her etiquette was artificial as her eyes were philistine.

It was as if there was only makeup and jewelry in her eyes.

Of course, he didn't say that women shouldn't put on makeup or dress up. It was just that their family wanted the wife of the family head, not a beautiful vase that couldn't do anything!

The Lord was very upset. After going there once, he did not appear again.

Murong Fu also saw some clues. However, his daughter had grown up and was injured. He could not say harsh words. Moreover, as the family head, he was busy and did not have much time and effort to discipline his daughter.

Unfortunately...

The Madam's illness has always been bad.

After accompanying the silent Mrs. Murong for dinner, Murong Fu hugged her and left reluctantly.

He left quickly. As usual, he only came to visit. He did not notice that after he left, his depressed and self-shut wife revealed a deep sense of despair and suffocation in her eyes.

The thin woman slowly got out of bed and walked toward the window...

Looking at the lively scene below, she cried in despair.

Why...

Why did no one find out she was not her daughter?

She wanted to die...

But if she died, no one would find out about that fake, right?

...

The night fell.

The entire Nangong Xiao manor fell silent.

To make it convenient to take care of her, Murong Xiao's room was on the first floor with someone at the door 24 hours a day,

However, a breeze blew past, and suddenly, the lights in the corridor went out, and the camera temporarily turned to a blind spot.

The few people guarding the door were shocked. They quickly picked up the microphone and prepared to inform the others. However, only ten seconds later, the lights in the corridor returned to normal as the camera turned back.

Everyone looked at each other and the tightly closed door of Murong Xiao's room, thinking it was an illusion.

"Xiaoxiao. Are you busy?"

Murong Xiao, who was playing with the diamond necklace, was frightened by the sudden voice. She subconsciously wanted to get up. But two thin hands on her shoulders pressed her down on the seat. Then, she heard a sticky feeling in her ears as if licked by a poisonous snake.

She shook her shoulders but did not dare to breathe loudly.

She sat quietly in her seat and let the hands wreak havoc on her body.

Half an hour later, she could free herself and lay on the bed, gasping for breath. She wanted to vomit but did not dare to.

The withered hand on her back was wandering, reminding her he was still there.

"Tell me, if Qian Lingyou knew that his carefully cherished fiancee had been played by me countless times, what would he do?"

"Although you are fake, he will be sad since you have the same face, right?"

The eerie and sharp voice was particularly frightening in the silent night. Murong Xiao trembled even more fiercely.

"What are you afraid of? No one knows anyway."

"Oh no, it's not like no one knows. Xiaoxiao, haven't you made up your mind yet? I heard that your good-for-nothing parents have already had contact with Qian Lingyou! That girl is still alive."

"What?"

"She is not dead?"

Murong Xiao suddenly raised her head and asked sternly.

Yes, she was not the real Murong Xiao. She was just a fake who looked the same as Murong Xiao. Because of coincidence, she could come to the Murong Family.

"Hehehehehe... No."

"They even discovered you are not their biological daughter..."

"Tell me, if she comes back, can you sit here, play with jewelry, and marry a handsome man like Qian Lingyou?" The enigmatic smile rang out again like a broken box having been missing for a long time, scratching at her heart.

Murong Xiao's face was propped up by someone—

Even though she had seen it thousands of times, she still could not help but turn her head subconsciously.

Pa—

Then, she turned her head away and was slapped by someone.

"Little slut. Look at me! Do you dare to look down on my appearance? If not for me, would you have a comfortable life now?" As the skinny man spoke, he pressed the woman under him again, deliberately showing off his wounds and the face that had been burnt and disfigured.

He was the shame of the Murong family, the second master of the Murong family, Murong Zhe, whose face and dick were ruined by a woman.

He was also Murong Xiao's angel. He saved her from the third-rate bath center, giving her a good face, wealth, and such a handsome and outstanding fiancee. She lived a good life that she never dared to imagine.

"I... I didn't."

She, who was so arrogant in front of Qian Lingyou, was now as docile as a lamb.

Because she knew the person in front of her was a lunatic and pervert who wanted to take revenge on the Murong family and destroy the Murong family.

"It's useless even if you did. Without me, your body will wither instantly, just like this," As Murong Zhe spoke, he took out a chrysanthemum from the bottle on the bedside table. He exerted force with his five fingers and crushed the flower into pieces. The liquid broken into water fell on the white bed sheet. It was so eye-catching.

Yes. He was a smart pervert.

He knew there was no limit to greedy women's desires with no moral bottom line. Therefore, he had prepared a slow poison for her. It was a new type of poison he had gotten from abroad. There was no cure for it. Her body would become weak. However, her body had a fragrance and her skin was tender. Through the antidote, it was no problem to live for more than ten years or even twenty-three ten years. Someone even gave it a nickname—Poverty Cancer. As the name implied, if one had money, he could continue to live. If not, they could only wait for death.

"No, I don't want to die!" Murong Xiao had too many things to do. She still had to wear a wedding dress and marry Qian Lingyou. She was envied by thousands of people and lived a luxurious life. Murong Xiao crazily shook her head.

"Then be obedient and do what you need to do."

"You are not a chaste woman. Why do you have to wait for Qian Lingyou to take the initiative to do something with you? You idiot!" He raised his hand and ruthlessly slapped Murong Xiao on the other side of her face. Anyway, according to her physique, these scars would disappear tomorrow. So, he was unrestrained when venting.

"But he has already left Qian Family to the sea. I can't go out," Murong Xiao said in a trembling voice.

"Then finish what you need to do first. Don't leave any evidence behind," Murong Zhe said and threw a phone over.

"This is?"

"Don't tell me you can't even remember your mother's phone number. Ha, women are heartless."

Her mother...

The woman, who loved her brother more, said she loved her but pushed her into the abyss again and again?

Murong Xiao's eyelashes, which were stained with tears, trembled. Her slender fingers dug into her flesh. She was immune to this injury. She had left home far away and turned herself into another person.

But there were some injuries, some memories.

It seemed they could never be erased and neglected with time. Hatred and twisted love buried deep in the soil, blown by the wind and rain. They were hidden but would never disappear. They would take root and sprout out of the soil when the sun came one day.

"Are you hesitating and waiting for them to take advantage of you? I heard to prevent your brother from having his legs broken, your mother sold Luo City's house," Murong Zhe smiled sinisterly.

"No!"

"Make your move. However, I want to see them again before making my move," Murong Xiao gritted her teeth and said firmly. Her black pupils flashed with a strange light with pain, resentment, and even expectation.

[As you wish.]

The darkness ended and dawn arrived. When the first flash of dawn appeared outside the window, Murong Fu left, leaving only a small piece of paper with four words on it for Murong Xiao.

As I wish?

Murong Xiao laughed at herself and tore the note into pieces.

She walked toward the sunlight, allowing the hot light to envelop her.

In the alternation between cold and hot, her heart became hard inch by inch, and no matter what others did, she would not let go of what she got.

After solving those troubles at home, she would find a way to get rid of that stubborn old woman on the second floor.

Otherwise, what if she suddenly remembered and verified her DNA?

Her face could be done through plastic surgery but not DNA.

Although she had Murong Zhe as an internal helper, who could foresee what a madman would do?

No one would have thought that the old pervert also had a dream girl in his heart. He had been secretly in love with his sister-in-law for many years. In his words, she was like the sun in his world, the motivation for him to live!

Perhaps, she could make an exchange with him with her?

After all, no one liked to be in a passive position forever as a chess piece manipulated by others.

...

Taking the initiative required courage.

No matter who it was for.

Qian Lingyou deliberately numbed himself and ran to the sea where there was no contact, while Tang Xiaoxiao temporarily used work to fill her heart with longing and anger.

It was already 10:30 in the evening, and she was still busy working at the company. She wrote one plan after another, which made the lady responsible flustered. The big boss had already done it herself, so what was there to do? Therefore, even if no work needed overtime, to pretend to be busy, she had no choice but to stay and work.

It was tiring to pretend she was busier than she was.