"On the contrary, he and my sister are always quarreling. Although I’m not as pretty as my sister, I suppose everyone knows her temperant isn’t very good, which is well-known in Jiang City."
"Mr. Fu, may I ask what attracted you to Miss Qiao Yun? Was it her personality?"
Fu Nancheng said coldly, without expression, "Yes, Qiao Yun is gentle, kind, considerate, and understanding. I’ve never seen a girl quite as ’good’ as her."
Fu Nancheng emphasized the word ’good’ heavily. Although his expression was blank, it always gave off a sense of inexplicable sarcasm.
"Then what do you think of the recent online discussions about the incident Miss Qiao Mo caused eight years ago? Do you have any news to reveal today?"
"Although Qiao Mo and I are divorced, I believe she’s not that kind of person."
"Do you still have feelings for Qiao Mo now? It seems you don’t particularly dislike her?"
Qiao Yun glanced sideways at him, not urging, waiting for him to speak.
"No."
"Soone online has suggested filing a case for a thorough investigation. If it turns out that Miss Qiao Mo is truly responsible, she could face more than a decade in prison. What’s your opinion on this?"
"We’re already divorced. Her matters... have nothing to do with ."
"Mr. Fu..."
"That’s enough. This concludes today’s press conference." With that, Fu Nancheng stood up with a cold face, turned, and left.
Qiao Yun flashed a big smile at the reporters, turned around, and calmly followed after.
"Heh... believe in my character..."
"Has nothing to do with him..."
"Hahaha! Has nothing to do with him!"
Qiao Mo chuckled softly. As she laughed, her laughter grew louder and louder.
A clear tear slipped down from the corner of her eye, her eyes reddened, and she looked sowhat manic.
Should she be grateful to the point of tears?
It turns out there really are people in this world whose hearts are as hard as iron.
What was she still hoping for?
Shouldn’t she have already woken up the day of the car accident, the mont she lay in a pool of blood?
She finally understood that love is poison, making life worse than death.
A kidnapper, after watching the news, cursed in anger, "Damn, didn’t expect that Qiao Yun was the main target!"
"Yeah, looks like we went through all this for nothing!"
"Old Six, how do you do your job? Can’t even figure out who to kidnap!"
Several n began to bla each other, all appearing quite dissatisfied.
The leader stared coldly at Qiao Mo and said, "Miss Qiao, you can only bla Fu Nancheng for being too heartless. You can only hope for the best."
Qiao Mo’s gaze was soft and misty, yet her expression was calm as she softly said, "The bomb is going to explode, you should leave."
The man was slightly stunned, and another kidnapper spoke up, "Boss, let’s go, there are only eight minutes left, we should retreat."
"Pah, what bad luck!"
"Thought we could make a big profit, but it turned out to be a waste of effort!"
The group turned to leave, and Qiao Mo’s expression remained calm, her eyes gently lowered, but in her mind, his earlier words kept surfacing uncontrollably.
At this mont, life and death seed no longer important.
Because nothing is sadder than a dead heart.
She wondered if it was because of the excessive blood loss that her mind began to slow.
Yet involuntarily, scenes from when she first t him began to surface in her mind.
From the first ti she saw him, to when he deliberately brought her to the hotel, and later when she knelt down and begged him...
It seems that this was the beginning of the story.
It’s just that two years ago, she probably never thought the story would end in such a cruel way.
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