"I said you can’t forget her! Chu Yunhao, that matter was sothing we did together. Don’t try to clean your hands so completely."
Chu Yunhao was provoked. He stord over to her instantly, grabbed her hair with one hand, and said viciously:
"I told you not to ntion her again! Your face..."
He saw a face swollen like a stead bun. The forr beauty was gone, and all he felt was disgust. With a frown of revulsion, he said:
"What happened to your face?"
Su Moli frantically tried to cover it, but it was too late.
"It’s just swollen. It’ll recover soon."
Chu Yunhao’s expression was cold and full of disdain as he withdrew his hand, warning her in a somber tone:
"The most useful things about you are that face and your identity as Miss Su. If that face is ruined, don’t bla for turning my back on you."
Su Moli was startled, but soon, she asked bitterly:
"You’re with for ulterior motives, aren’t you? Your goal is the Su Group. You don’t love at all!"
Chu Yunhao let out a mocking laugh:
"Love? You’re overthinking it. If you behave and listen, maybe you can still hold onto the position of Mrs. Chu. But if you sabotage my plans again, hm..."
As for what would happen next, she naturally knew full well.
Her heart turned cold in an instant, but she refused to give up and asked:
"Do you truly not love even a little? What about Su Jin?!"
The ntion of Su Jin’s na made Chu Yunhao’s expression change drastically. His face imdiately twisted into a ghastly sight. He sprang up, grabbed her by the throat, and said venomously:
"I told you—don’t ntion her again. You’re not qualified to speak her na!"
His grip tightened gradually. Su Moli felt her breath becoming labored and struggled desperately to pry his hand away.
She choked out with difficulty:
"Chu Yunhao, let... let go..."
At that mont, Chu Yunhao’s face looked both terrifying and murderous, as if he really intended to kill her. Fortunately, he still retained a shred of sanity.
He slowly released his grip and reverted to his gentle, considerate deanor. He stroked her hair, and Su Moli, with a face full of terror, looked at him. He spoke as if cradling a doll, his tone gentle:
"You need to be good. Behave. Play your role as Mrs. Chu. Got it? Don’t bother with those Zhao Family fools."
Su Moli could do nothing but nod frantically in fear.
He didn’t stay. In fact, ever since her surgery to look like Su Jin, he hadn’t touched her once!
Su Moli stared at her reflection in the mirror, at the face swollen like a pig’s head, and she couldn’t help but burst into tears. She had provoked a devil!
Qin Miaomiao opened the backend of a novel website. She hadn’t logged in for almost half a year—back when she was still Su Jin. Though she had always lived a privileged life, busy with company matters, she also had her personal hobbies in private, like writing things she found interesting.
The novel "Reincarnation" had been completed after more than 200,000 words.
When she opened the backend, the data was astonishingly high. There were countless ssages flooding in, despite the novel having already been finished for half a year.
It was still at the top of the rankings. She was stunned. Even she hadn’t expected sothing she wrote casually to beco so popular.
She instinctively logged into her work account, only to find it no longer existed. She sneered to herself, realizing Chu Yunhao hadn’t wasted any ti erasing traces of her existence.
She then switched to another account—a more personal space—where she only had a few friends. Coincidentally, the site’s editor was still among them.
There were many ssages, and as she scrolled through them, she realized the novel had beco incredibly popular. Publishers were interested in collaborating to turn it into a book.
However, since she hadn’t responded and the phone number she left at the ti was unreachable, the matter had been put on hold.
She thought about it for a mont, then took the initiative to reach out to the editor, Fei Niao.
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