More than once, when she couldn’t bear the tornt of ti, she thought about walking into a police station to turn herself in. But she didn’t dare to venture out; Chi Yao’s people were still looking for her. She might be kidnapped by Chi Yao before she could even reach the station.
If Chi Yao reported her to the police, she’d end up in jail. But it seed that Chi Yao wanted to catch her to exact his revenge first before turning her in; she had ssed up Qin Shujian’s affairs, ssed up his company, and cost him a lot of money. He was already extrely discontent with her. He relentlessly forced her to entertain various n to make him money. Now that she had stirred up so more trouble, if caught, he would likely punish her, potentially throwing her to a group of n as he had warned her before, or even consider selling her abroad... No, he would definitely do it. That’s the kind of man he was!
She really wanted to know: who was it, exactly...who played her like a fiddle during the charity gala?
When the thought occurred to her, Ai Jiang’s eyes widened in realization. It was her...it was that woman nad Xia Wanwan!
She had co to the event fully prepared, wearing a dress identical to Ai Jiang’s, just so Ai Jiang could be overshadowed. The whole bidding situation was a sham; step by step, she lured Ai Jiang into the abyss.
During the auction, those expressions of difficulty were all part of an act! A performance! Ai Jiang had been fooled! She had been ruthlessly tricked by that woman nad Xia Wanwan!
Who was she, really? Why was she so set on sabotaging Ai Jiang? They were strangers, and above all, how did she know about her dealings with Gao Lin?
Xia Wanwan, Xia Wanwan... Wan’an?
Just like Xia Wan’an, Xia Wanwan annoyed her to no end. Could there be so kind of connection between them? Even more so, could Xia Wanwan be Xia Wan’an? After all, Xia Wan’an was very aware of her dealings with Gao Lin...
With that thought gnawing at her, Ai Jiang’s shoulders shook involuntarily.
But that couldn’t be right because Xia Wan’an was already dead. She had used Chi Mu to fra her, leading to her death in the terrifying explosion at sea. Neither Xia Wan’an nor Chi Mu could’ve survived it! So, who on earth was Xia Wanwan...?
As each passing second nearly brought Ai Jiang to the edge of her tolerance, she forced herself to hang in there for another day and night before sneaking silently out of the landfill site one night. Of course, she dared not linger in the city. With the little money she had left, she waited by the roadside for a long ti before finally hailing a taxicab.
The taxi driver, who had half his face covered with a beard, had a poor attitude towards custors and asked gruffly, "Where to?"
Not in a position to care about the surly driver, Ai Jiang got into the taxi with a smile and pulled out all the money she had left, handing it to him. "Sir, please take out of the city, anywhere will do. Take to a remote farmhouse if possible, thank you."
The taxi driver, with a fierce look on his face, drove Ai Jiang out of Beijing and dropped her off in a small village to the north of the city.
Though the taxi driver looked harsh, he did not take extra money from Ai Jiang, even returning her the extra two hundred yuan.
Ai Jiang, grateful, got out of the cab and examined the small village. Seeing a farmhouse right ahead with a sign saying "Lodging" next to it, she headed right over.
As Ai Jiang disappeared into the farmhouse, the taxi driver ripped the fake beard from his face...
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