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So, all those previous mories weren’t fake? She really did live under the identity of Qin Miaomiao, so why—why has she ended up like this now?

At this mont, she had already let go of everything and stepped forward, throwing herself into his arms without hesitation:

"Honey, I’m so scared. I’ve actually turned into Su Jin again, and I’m even pregnant. I don’t want to carry that scumbag’s child."

Lu Qing, however, sighed in relief and patted her on the shoulder:

"It’s just a dream. You’re trapped, and I’ve co to get you out. You were shot and are still unconscious. Do you rember?"

Qin Miaomiao thought about it for a mont, then nodded: "I rember. It really is just a dream? I was scared to death. You don’t know—I felt so disgusted when I saw Chu Yunhao. By the way, that scumbag is in the room right now, probably having a good ti with Su Moli."

"Want to watch a show?"

"Hmm, what’s the plan?"

Lu Qing curled his lips into a smile and made a phone call. Fifteen minutes later, several reporters flooded into the hotel. The front desk clerks didn’t even have ti to stop them and could only watch helplessly as the group headed upstairs. The door was suddenly kicked open.

Bare-bodied and in the midst of their passion, Chu Yunhao and Su Moli were caught in the act.

"Oh my God, isn’t this President Chu? He’s actually cheating outside."

"Who’s this woman? Oh my God, isn’t she his sister-in-law?"

"This is practically a soap opera turned real life—having an affair with his sister-in-law."

"Quick, take photos! This is major news."

Chu Yunhao was both shocked and enraged: "Stop taking pictures! If you keep filming, I’ll sue you! Stop it, all of you!"

But who wouldn’t take photos of such sensational scenes? Only a fool would refrain!

At the end of the hotel corridor, Qin Miaomiao watched the scene unfold. Years of restrained fury seed to finally find release. She turned her head and looked at Lu Qing.

He lowered his gaze to et hers: "Satisfied?"

"Mm, very satisfied."

"Then isn’t it ti for you to wake up?"

Qin Miaomiao frowned with frustration: "I want to wake up too, but look, I seem to be trapped in this illusion, unable to break free. I even feel like this is Different Space and Ti."

"What do you desire most deep inside?"

"I want Chu Yunhao and Su Moli to receive the punishnt they deserve. I want them to lose everything."

Lu Qing curled his lips into a faint smile: "Lose everything? That’s simple. You should have your lawyer draft a divorce agreent."

"But he’s my husband right now, which ans he’ll get half of my assets."

Lu Qing’s gaze darkened slightly: "I don’t like it when you call soone else your husband."

"This is just a dream, honey. Are you seriously jealous even here?"

"Heh, what do you think?"

She deliberately pushed her pregnant belly against him: "Then, what about this belly of mine?"

Lu Qing’s eyes narrowed dangerously: "I’ll have that man killed."

"Killed? That’s too boring. You know, according to the plot, he’s supposed to tamper with my car tomorrow, I’ll get into an accident, and then a month later, he’ll kill ."

"He has the audacity to do that to you?"

"Exactly. In my previous life, I was pretty stupid and ended up dying like that—it was so unfair."

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Lu Qing’s face: "Leave the rest to . The things he did to you, I’ll make sure she suffers all of them in return!"

After escaping the hotel, the first thing Chu Yunhao did was call Qin Miaomiao, but her tone was calm, as though she was completely unaware of the incident.

He put pressure on the dia, offering a high price to suppress the story.

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