Jiang Liu had broken off the engagement in front of everyone and turned her into a laughing stock. Two years later, she was tricked back and married the so-called disfigured, disabled mysterious man! She had gotten revenge for the glorious return and those who had abused her. Do you want to reconcile with the broken man? Let's line up with the number card first! It's not your turn yet! But in the middle of the night, the mysterious man came over. "It's not up to anyone, huh?" She saw the mysterious man's face bit by bit, and her eyes widened... Why was it him?
"Mr. Jiang Dai, are you willing to marry Miss Song Yanxin and hold onto your son's hand from now on? We'll be together through thick and thin, and we'll never abandon each other."
Song Yan's black eyes were bright, and there was excitement and excitement in them. She was finally going to be his bride.
However, he didn't hear Jiang Liu's answer for a long time. Song Yanxin looked at him with a little confusion and happened to meet the man's black eyes.
She was cold and dark. She was no longer as gentle and doting as she used to be. Instead, there was a hint of incomprehensible coldness in her.
Jiang Liu looked at her indifferently for a few seconds, then opened his thin lips and spat out two clear and cold words, "I don't want to!"
The whole place was in an uproar—
Song Yanxin was stunned. Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened as she stared blankly at Jiang Kun.
How could it be...
She had been with Jiang Min for many years, and as soon as she reached her legal age, he had proposed to her.
Jiang Liu had always held her in his hands!
Song Yan reached out his hand to grab hold of Jiang Kun, as if he had thrown away something dirty. He was caught off guard and stumbled a few steps because of the force, barely managing to stabilize his body.
Jiang Shan announced, "The wedding is canceled. Also, from today onwards, all cooperation between the Jiang and Song families will stop!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shot a cold glance at Song Yanxin. It was as if he was mocking himself and mocking himself, but he didn't say anything else. He strode away with his long legs.
Song Yan stood there in a daze, and the sarcastic comments from all directions instantly drowned her. It was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and tens of thousands of swords pierced her heart.
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The wedding of the daughter of the Song family was abandoned, and the Jiang Group's cooperation was completely stopped. The two pieces of news made things worse. The stock price of the Song Group dropped sharply, the project stopped, and the capital chain was broken.
Her anxious mother yelled at her, "The family has trained you for so many years. What's the point of keeping you! You can't even capture a man's heart. Didn't you already have a relationship with A' deliberate? Why did he break off the engagement in public and slap us in the face like this?"
His rude accusation made Song Yan's face turn pale and his hands unconsciously balled into fists.
That's right. They had always been on good terms with each other. On the night before the wedding, they had even fallen in love... with each other in bed. Everything had been fine, but she still couldn't figure out what had gone wrong and why Jiang Liu had suddenly fallen out with her mercilessly!
Or could it be that after a man got his hands on her, he would change...
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In the Jiang Group.
Song Yanxin's entry and exit had always been unimpeded, but today, he was stopped by the guards at the gate and waited for four hours.
The sun was particularly strong today. Song Yan waited until his cheeks were red and his whole body was covered in hot sweat before he saw someone walking out.
It was Jiang Zhen's usual assistant.
He stood in front of her, his voice respectful, polite, and straightforward. "Miss Song, President Jiang asked me to convey a few words to you."
"I'm tired of it."
"Don't appear in front of him again!"
At that moment, the redness on Song Yan's face faded, and his words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a word.
She had never expected that a man, who had treated her tenderly and doted on her for so many years, could give her heart-wrenching words in the blink of an eye.
Song Yan's heart bit his lower lip so hard that it almost bled out. Only then did he manage to regain his voice. "... Please also deliver a few words to me."
"I've been thinking about it for so many years..."
His words came to an abrupt end. Love... hehe... there was no affection between them now.
She changed her words. "Considering the past, I saved his life and begged him to give the Song family a way out."
"As he wishes, I will never appear again!"
Perhaps it was because Jiang Ran wanted to completely distance herself from her. After that day, the Jiang Group gave the Song Group a sum of money in the name of the company, and Song Yanxin also fulfilled his promise and went abroad.
The years of love and affection were like a dream. When the wind blew, it completely dispersed.
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Two years later.
Song Yanxin walked out of the airport with his suitcase. Staring at the strange yet familiar city in front of her, she had an unspeakable feeling in her heart.
If it weren't for her brother's poor health, she probably wouldn't have come back.
The driver, Old Chen, was already waiting at the door. Song Yanxin got in the car and the car drove into the traffic.
The car did not drive toward the Song residence or the hospital. About an hour later, it stopped in front of a club.
Old Man Chen said, "Miss, Old Master is waiting for you inside."
Song Yan frowned, but didn't ask anything. She pushed open the car door and got out of the car with a poker face.
This was a private banquet. There were not many people coming, but those who could show up here tonight were either rich or noble.
When Mr. Song saw Song Yanxin, he took a few steps forward. Without a word of greetings, he directly stuffed a square room card into her hand and ordered, "Take good care of Mr. Wang. It's up to you whether the company can come back to life or not."
Song Yan's long curly eyelashes trembled slightly. Although he had already guessed his father's intention, when she heard his words, she still couldn't help but feel cold.
Concealing the self-mocking look in her eyes, she looked up and replied obediently, "Okay, father."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yanxin turned and left.
Looking at her beautiful back, Mr. Song smiled with satisfaction.
A few men in luxurious clothes were sitting on the booth beside them. They all saw the scene in front of them. Everyone looked at the tall figure hidden in the darkness at the same time.
Jiang Liu's handsome face was always expressionless, and even his eyes were expressionless, as if Song Yanxin was just an unimportant stranger.
However, for some reason, everyone felt a chill run down their backs.
…
Song Yanxin took the room card and opened the door.
Mr. Wang, who was only wearing a bathrobe, saw her and his eyes sparkled with undisguised desire. He dragged his fat body and ran to her. "Beauty, you're finally here!"
Mr. Wang couldn't wait to reach out his hand. He grabbed Song Yanxin's wrist with his big fat hand and took her straight to the big bed.
Song Yan's heart was pushed to the bed by him. She curled her lips and smiled at Boss Wang.
The laughter made half of Boss Wang's body go limp, and he rushed over in a hurry.
However, the next second, Song Yan raised his hand. President Wang only felt as if something had pierced his neck. His vision suddenly darkened and his body went limp.
Song Yan got up and kicked Mr. Wang out of bed, who had fallen asleep. His eyes were full of coldness.
Before returning to the country, she still had a little hope for her father. Now it seemed that in her father's heart, she was just a product from beginning to end.
However, she, Song Yanxin, was no longer the Song Yanxin she used to be. She would no longer be the obedient and obedient product that he could set up for her!
Song Yanxin threw the room card onto President Wang's body coldly, tidied his clothes, and left in his high heels.
Walking out of the entrance of the club, Song Yan saw the man in front of him leaning lazily against the car. There was a cigarette between his slender fingers, and the smoke was faintly floating.
He looked at her with his black eyes, and there was a familiar gentle light in his eyes.