ong down from the pedestal.And today, these things that Qin Mumumu once had plenty of, have become the reason she attacks me."Boss" Shen Yi called out, Boss seemed to be spacing out more often lately....A sharp pain shot across her jaw, and a handsome face suddenly loomed closer to hers, "Look closely, who am I"

A chilling voice, and a sudden rush of familiarity, jolted Jian Tong awake. "How is this possible..."

"How could I be here" Shen Xiujin completely didn't give Jian Tong a chance to finish her words, his lips curled into a sneer: "You ask me Don't you know, seeing you suffer is one of my pleasures"

Beside him, Shen Yiyin trembled, her gaze sweeping to the hand of her master.

Tick tock... The master's right hand was still dripping with blood beads. Why not tell Miss Jian clearly

Shen Xiuqin roughly slapped away Jian Tong's chin with his large hand. His tall figure abruptly stood up and cast a disdainful glance at Jian Tong: "Get up, if you're not dead, follow me."

Although Shen Yi wasn't particularly fond of the woman in front of him, this Miss Jian was a far cry from the flamboyant and confident woman she had been three years ago. She looked haggard after her recent brush with death. Shen Yi walked over and reached out to help her up.

"Doesn't she have legs of her own" The icy gaze fell upon Shen Yi, who suddenly jumped and retracted his hand reaching for Jian Tong, silently retreating to the side.

Jian Tong raised her head to glance at the man. Seeing only his icy face, she slowly propped herself up on the sofa, as if in slow motion from a film. She stood up extremely slowly, which appeared deliberate and somewhat "affected" to outsiders.

Drowning, and when someone is rescued on the spot, their body will be weaker, but not as "fragile" as hers.

At this point, even Shen Yi's last shred of pity vanished.

Shen Xiujin lowered his eyes and looked down at her as she stood up. He said expressionlessly:

"Your leg is broken"

Jian Tong clenched her hands on the arm of the sofa, a barely perceptible tightening. For a mere second, she held it before releasing. Not a word was spoken, no explanation offered. She simply clenched her fist tightly, summoning every ounce of willpower, and quickened her pace to follow the person in front of her.

Suddenly, she stopped beside Mr. Du, reached out her hand, and spread it before him.

Mr. Du was puzzled. Because of her pause, the slender figure ahead also stopped, looking at her without a word. It silently observed her every move.

Jian Tong simply pursed her lips into a thin line, her eyes fixed on Mr. Du before her, pushing her palm closer to his face.

Du's glasses were sliding down his nose bridge, no longer sporting the previous elegant and refined look. After this "flood" hit, both his hairstyle and clothing were in disarray.

Looking at the palm of his hand, he blinked. “Miss Jian... what do you mean”

"Money, Mr. Du, have you forgotten The two million performance fee, Mr. Du promised."

His voice was hoarse and raspy, even more so from the choking and drowning. It sounded like gravel scraping together, unpleasant and scratchy in the throat.

Du Zong couldn't help but clear his throat and hurriedly took out his wallet from his bosom. The check was already damp, making it unusable. He hesitated for a moment, then thought of the strange relationship between this ugly woman and Shen Xiuqin of the Shen family. His mind raced, and gritting his teeth, he pulled out a card from his wallet:

"Ms. Jian, the check got wet, here you take this card..."

As he was speaking, a voice suddenly rang out:

"Does she dare to take this money, and would you, Du Liping, dare to give it"

Mr. Du's hand trembled, and he stared in astonishment at the man standing beside him... This...

"Mr. Shen, you mean... we're not giving the money to Miss Jian" As a seasoned businessman, Mr. Du immediately understood the true meaning behind Shen Xiujin's words, but he couldn't quite shake the strange feeling in his heart.

Shen Xiuqin didn't even glance at Du Zong, but he didn't refute Du Zong's words either. This already proved — Du Liqun was right.

Jian Tong's already pale face turned even paler, covered in a layer of ashes. She suddenly turned her head: "What right do you have! This is the reward I risked my life to win! Shen Xiu... Mr. Shen! You can't, and you don't have the qualifications to make this decision!"

She was furious, so furious that she almost forgot her humility!

But... she remained that frail shell, the Jian Tong reduced to nothing but her tattered skin, still as humble as ever!

"What's the reason" he laughed, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. The life he was using as a bet was one he had saved! ... Shen Xiuqin's heart burned with anger, but his eyes were cold and sharp like ice: "Based on my name, Shen Xiuqin!"

"That's my own money, it's what I deserved all along." Her eyes welled up with tears, she quickly lowered her head. Jian Tong, don't cry, there's nothing to cry about. No matter how difficult things get, we've already experienced them. It's just a bit of teasing, so what

Jian Tong, who named you such a worthless life that it can be used as a bet at will When you decided to gamble your life, your life is no longer yours. It's just an exchange in a transaction. In any transaction, there will be times of failure... Jian Tong, there's nothing to be sad about. Since Alu left this world, there's nothing worth your tears. Shen Xiu Jin isn't worth it either!

"Your money What you deserve If everything you deserve is attainable in this world, then there would be no such thing as "failing to achieve one's aims," and wouldn't you also deserve "to go to hell"

Jian Tong hung his head, eyes wide open, staring intently at his toes... Yes, I deserve to go to hell, but Xia Wei Ming has nothing to do with it!

"You ask me why, I tell you, this is the Eastern Emperor's domain, and I say what goes here." The man's cold voice echoed in Jian Tong's ears: "As for the reason, I tell you, your life isn't worth two million."

Whoosh! An invisible dagger pierced through the heart viciously!

Jian Tong instinctively reached out to cover her chest… She wanted to press down on it, to crush the pain, but her hand, halfway extended, drooped limply to her side. She could still speak rationally: "Mr. Shen is right, my life isn't worth much."

He said her life was worthless, he said she deserved to go to hell, but when she actually spoke those words out loud — my life is worthless — Shen Xiujin felt a surge of inexplicable irritation.

Frowning, Shen Xiujin roughly grabbed his hair and growled, "Come with me!" He turned and strode away.

Jian Tong silently followed.

Shen Xiujin's pace wasn't slow, while Jian Tong gritted his teeth and used all his strength to follow the figure in front of him.

My leg hurts so badly, it feels like the bones are cracking. There's just pain in my lower back, nothing else but pain.

Her forehead was beaded with cold sweat. It was a rare sight for her, someone who didn't even sweat under the scorching summer sun, to break out in such profuse perspiration from pain.

He was drenched from head to toe, so much so that even though he was sweating profusely, it was impossible to tell if it was sweat or water.

Shen Xiujin took the lead, stepping into the elevator. Raising his eyes, he saw that woman was still three or four meters away from him. He couldn't help but frown and coldly said:

"So slow."

Jian Tong's gruff voice said, "Right away." Gritting his teeth, he no longer cared about the pain in his legs and back, and quickened his pace to catch up.

As soon as she stepped into the elevator, she gasped for breath and said, "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, I made it just in time..." Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes rolled back and she fainted straight onto the floor.

Shen Xiujin's breath caught, his hand already moving faster than his brain, reaching out with a long arm and pulling her close: "Jian Tong! Don't play dead!" He lowered his head, his narrow phoenix eyes widening in surprise as he saw the ashen color of her lips. His heart ached at this sight, and he hurriedly hugged her closer:

"Jian Tong, wake up! Wake up!"

"Bai Yu Xing! Where is Bai Yu Xing Has he arrived yet! Tell him to hurry up to the 28th floor! Now!"one who should have died!But, three years have passed. Why, the moment he appears, does his presence reawaken the pain in her long-dormant heartCould it be that all of Jian Tong's life, her very soul...