He noticed the familiar figure again.
Chu Rong’s heart skipped a beat. Before he could even process it, his long legs were already moving, chasing after the figure uncontrollably.
He didn’t know what he was doing. His mind was a blank slate. He was simply following his instincts, searching.
But the supermarket aisles stretched on, one after another. In the blink of an eye, the figure had completely vanished.
Chu Rong stood frozen in place, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
He must be obsessed, he thought wryly, then left with a blank expression.
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Meanwhile, after a fierce argument with Jiang Mengmei, Jiang Mengran lost the mood to go to work. She took a leave of absence and returned home. Upon arriving, she immediately took out the old mobile phone locked in her drawer and dialed the only number stored within it once more.
“Hello, is the item ready? I need it now.”
The voice on the other end sounded deep and lazy. “What do you need this for?”
“If you want me to support Jiang Mengmei, then just do as I say. Don’t meddle in what doesn’t concern you.”
There was a brief silence on the other end, then it replied, “Sent via express delivery.”
Jiang Mengran hung up. She looked at her flushed cheeks in the mirror, still stinging. The memory of Jiang Mengmei’s slap made her eyes water with resentment. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
She got up, took an ice pack from the refrigerator, and applied it to her face while she waited. After sitting for half an hour, the delivery arrived.
Changing into a red dress and meticulously styling her hair, Jiang Mengran took the item and headed to Lijin Yuncheng.
Standing before apartment 1003 in Building Seven, she took several deep breaths. Mustering her courage, she nervously entered a password.
With a click, the lock opened. Jiang Mengran’s tense expression finally relaxed, and she let out a huge sigh of relief. The password hadn’t been changed. It seemed A Rong still had some feelings for her.
She composed herself and entered the apartment.
The living room was still pitch black, with only a faint bedside lamp illuminating the bedroom. She went to the kitchen first, busied herself for a while, and then walked into the bedroom with a bottle of red wine and two stemmed glasses.
“A Rong,” she called softly.
Chu Rong, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, frowned. His voice was icy. “Get out.”
Jiang Mengran’s heart trembled, but she forced herself to endure. “A Rong, I came to apologize. This afternoon…”
As he heard her voice getting closer, Chu Rong’s eyes snapped open, and he said sharply, “I said, get out.”
The look in his eyes frightened Jiang Mengran, and she dared not step any closer. She was both scared and unwilling, tears streaming down her face. “A Rong, what do you want me to do? I’ve tried hard enough. I’ve waited for you for five years. I love you.”
“Get out.” Chu Rong’s eyes were filled with an extreme, chilling coldness.
Jiang Mengran couldn’t bear it any longer and slowly backed away. “Okay, I’m leaving. I just… never mind, I brought you your favorite red wine.” She placed the wine and glasses on the table and then walked out.
Chu Rong’s face was grim, his mind filled with the fleeting figure he had seen in the supermarket. Was it a hallucination? Or real? Or just similar?
He felt an unbearable irritation. Finally, his gaze fell on the bottle of red wine Jiang Mengran had brought.
He stood up, picked up the wine, and walked into the walk-in closet.
Her clothes filled his vision, as if she had never left.
Chu Rong slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He grabbed the wine bottle and took several gulps, then stared blankly at the clothes. Gradually, the inanimate objects seemed to come alive.
He saw her face, still clear in his mind even after five years apart. She stood there, smiling slightly.
Chu Rong shook his head violently, but his head spun even more. His body felt feverish and unbearable.
“Bang…” The wine bottle crashed to the floor.
Jiang Mengran, who was waiting anxiously in the living room, heard the sound. She shot up and then, with a mixture of joy and caution, crept towards the bedroom.
“A Rong.” She called out again.
There was no response from inside, only the sound of rapid breathing.
Jiang Mengran’s heart soared. She took off her coat, revealing a sexy slip dress. Then, she tiptoed into the bedroom.
“A Rong, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, seeing that the walk-in closet door was ajar.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she saw that the entire walk-in closet was filled with women’s clothes and jewelry.
Jiang Mengran froze instantly. After a moment, she rushed in, furious.
She rummaged through all the clothes. The sizes were all the same, and even the underwear was there, all new. Many were old clothes. The truth was obvious without needing to ask.
Jiang Mengran trembled. Angrily, she opened drawer after drawer. There were all sorts of jewelry.
In all these years, Chu Rong had never given her anything. Yet, he had bought so many things for a woman who had left five years ago? Why? For what reason?
Jiang Mengran’s anger made her fingernails dig deeply into her flesh. But her gaze was drawn to five boxes in one drawer. She opened them to find five necklaces, each with a star element. The one placed on the outermost side was the last piece from a world-renowned jewelry master, a piece so exclusive it couldn’t be bought with money.
Jiang Mengran greedily picked up a necklace from a box. This should belong to her. No, it was hers to begin with.
Finally, her gaze fell on a piece of paper beneath the boxes.
A divorce agreement.
A smug smile flickered across Jiang Mengran’s lips. Although the wedding that year had gone beyond her plans, this woman was gone now, no matter what.
However, moments later, her smile froze on her face. Her eyes were fixed on a set of birthday numbers on the paper.
May 15th, 0515. The password to the main door was that woman’s birthday.
A thick wave of jealousy and hatred instantly washed over Jiang Mengran. Although she had refused to admit it all these years, she now had to acknowledge that Chu Rong had truly fallen in love with that bitch.
Damn it, damn it. No, she absolutely would not allow this to happen. She would never let that bitch steal everything that rightfully belonged to her again.
Putting down the divorce agreement, Jiang Mengran crouched down.
The person on the floor had lost most of his consciousness and reason. Sweat poured down his forehead, and he panted heavily, appearing to be in great pain.
Jiang Mengran smiled and reached out, wanting to touch the handsome face that could make anyone blush and their heart race with just a glance.
But as soon as her hand extended, Chu Rong grabbed it and then shoved her away forcefully.
Jiang Mengran fell to the ground. She looked at Chu Rong, who had stood up with bloodshot eyes, and felt a surge of fear. She had increased the dosage tenfold, so how could he still resist her?
“A Rong.” She stood up, attempting to approach him again. But she was met with a pair of disgusted and furious eyes, eyes that made her feel as insignificant as a rat in a gutter.
Before she could dwell on her sadness, a pair of hands clasped around her neck.
“You drugged me,” Chu Rong said, his face grim, his grip tightening with each passing moment.