He is like a delusional person

Their eyes met, and the love they once had turned into hatred.

Life is such a mess.

Wen Sheng found his biological father and began to accept the fact that he was not Wen Tingshu's daughter. When she fantasized about trying to let go of the past and start over, life gave her a hard blow.

The lingering shadow of her past, the grief of losing her father, came to mind again.

Anger, deception, back pain - all negative emotions came with the cold rain, beating Wen Sheng's body and mind crazily. The man who once pulled her out of her lonely closed world ended up being the one who hurt him the most.

Wen Sheng stood in the rain, filled with despair and hatred, so unfamiliar that she did not look like the person Fu Yanlin knew.

For a moment, he felt that he was about to lose Wen Sheng.

"Wife——" Fu Yanlin's outstretched hand hung in the air, and his ears kept thinking about what Wen Sheng had just said.

His Asheng, the girl he has loved for eleven years, how could he not love her anymore?

Fu Yuhe's hit-and-run accident that resulted in Wen Tingshu's death had nothing to do with Fu Yanlin. He hated this identity, and if he could, he would rather not have anything to do with the Fu family from now on.

The emotional fluctuations were so great that Wen Sheng felt as if his chest was suffocating. At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: escape!

She didn't want to see Fu Yanlin, didn't want to face the sudden truth, and didn't dare to admit that she fell in love with the son of Wen Tingshu's murderer.

Holding back the severe pain in her heart, Wen Sheng turned around and ran to the side of the road.

"A Sheng!"

Fu Yanlin rushed forward, took Wen Sheng's hand, and knelt down with a thud.

This man who was once as high as a god and out of reach is now kneeling in the sewage on the ground, holding Wen Sheng's hand tightly and not letting go.

His eyes were scarlet and he kept begging for forgiveness.

"A Sheng, please - even if you don't love me, please stay by my side!"

"Please, I can't lose you!"

"A Sheng——"

The man in front of him was as humble as dust. Dignity, identity, money and status, even the status of the third young master of the Fu family, Fu Yanlin could do without.

He just wants to hear Sheng!

"Fu Yanlin, let go!" Wen Sheng looked desperately at the man kneeling in the sewage. His face was so wet that he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

If anyone had deceived her, her heart would never hurt like this.

Recalling every bit of the two of them getting along before, everything was a joke.

Fu Yanlin dotes on her, even risking his life for her. Is it because of guilt or compensation?

Why does God play tricks on them like this?

Why is he the son of that person?

Why did he lie to her?

Every word was a cry of despair and grief. In the end, Wen Sheng squeezed out only a few words.

"Don't make me hate you!"

Fu Yanlin's body froze in place, his hands still holding Wen Sheng's hand tightly, like a devout believer. "A Sheng, as long as you are willing to forgive me, I can do anything you want."

She was once so in love that it was hard to let go, but now it's just a joke in Wen Sheng's eyes. She struggled to break away from Fu Yanlin's hand and looked at him condescendingly, without a trace of pity on her face.

Their eyes met each other, and the deep love that once filled them has turned into hatred.

Wen Sheng didn't even say a word, just turned around and left, disappearing in the rain.

—

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He glanced at the rearview mirror and asked concernedly, "Miss, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Wen Sheng leaned back on the chair, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and stared blankly at the pouring rain outside the window. Her tears dried up and her chest felt suffocated. She stopped a taxi and left in embarrassment. He just asked the driver to drive forward, but he didn't know where he should go or where he could go.

This city is so big, but there is no place for her.

"Miss, you haven't told me where you're going? It's so late at night and your clothes are soaked, so it's easy to catch a cold." The driver reminded me kindly.

"How about you call your family? Let them pick you up."

family?

Wen Sheng lowered his head and stared at the screen of his mobile phone. There were twenty missed calls. Most of them were called by Fu Yanlin, and the rest were called by Zhu Qingjia.

She felt her nose sore inexplicably, squeezed the phone tightly, and reported a place.

Jiang Zhai.

Zhu Qingjia went back to Jiang's house to pick up some things today, but it happened to be raining heavily and she had to leave later. She and Jiang Shifang were playing games in the living room, fighting to the death when a servant's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Young Master—Miss Wen is here!"

Jiang Shifang jumped up from the sofa and asked excitedly, "A Sheng is here?"

"It's raining so hard, why is Sister Sheng here at this time? Nothing will happen, right?" Zhu Qingjia hurriedly threw away her phone, put on her slippers and walked out.

As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Wen Sheng standing at the door in a daze.

"Sister Sheng, what happened?" Zhu Qingjia rushed forward and grabbed Wen Sheng's hand, and found that her eyes were as red as a rabbit, and she was so frightened that she lost her soul.

Jiang Shifang rushed over after hearing the sound, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He stammered and asked, "A Sheng, are you okay?"

Shaking his head, Wen Sheng asked expressionlessly, "Jiajia, I want to take a hot bath."

It was so cold outside that her body felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar when she was caught in the rain, and her hands and feet were stiff.

Zhu Qingjia quickly took off her coat and helped Wen Sheng put it on. She turned to the servant behind her and said, "Sister-in-law Li, go make some ginger soup first. Sister Sheng, I will take you upstairs to take a bath."

The bedroom on the second floor is where Wen Sheng lived when he was a child. Jiang Ruxin has carefully preserved it over the years.

The servants have tidied it up again in the past two days, and the bedding is new, planning to leave it for her to live in when she comes back during the New Year.

Zhu Qingjia took a set of clean clothes from her room, filled the bathtub with hot water, and did not continue to ask Wen Sheng what happened. He just told her to take a hot bath first to avoid catching a cold.

At this time, Jiang Shifang stood outside the door, pacing back and forth anxiously. Seeing Zhu Qingjia coming out, he quickly stepped forward to ask why.

"What's wrong with Asheng? Is it okay? Do you want the family doctor to come?"

Despite Jiang Shifang's usual careless appearance, he was very caring and attentive to his biological sister, whom he found with great difficulty.

"Sister Sheng is taking a bath. I'll ask her later when she's finished washing," Zhu Qingjia said absently.

This was the third time she had seen Wen Sheng in such a state of despair.

The first time was the day Wen Tingshu left, and the second time was the time Wen Sheng and Fu Yanlin broke up.

In her memory, Wen Sheng was a strong and confident woman who rarely lost her composure.

Could it be related to Fu Yanlin?

While he was wondering, the cell phone in Zhu Qingjia's pocket rang. She glanced at the screen and her face immediately darkened.

It's Fu Yanlin.

"Brother, let me answer the phone."

Jiang Shifang nodded and worried Zhongzhong said, "I'm waiting for Asheng here."