C2 Seven years later.

Chiang Ruohan sat up and untied his tie, revealing his strong chest. He sneered evilly, "Come on, let me see how good you are in bed. How much is it worth?"

Nineteen years old. This was her first time. The pain in her body was not as intense as the pain in her heart.

Chiang Ruohan encountered an obstacle and was also stunned. In that instant, he even forgot to move.

The intense pain woke her up. She gathered all of her strength and threw a slap at the handsome face above her.

Chiang Ruohan tilted his head and dodged it. "You don't want to give it to me? You want to keep it for your good brother?"

She kept sobbing. The night was so long that it was suffocating...

After Mu Yiyi woke up, she was the only one left in the large room of the hotel.

It was not until morning that Chiang Ruohan was willing to let her go. After that, she fell asleep on the bed for the entire day.

She felt very uncomfortable. It was as if all the bones in her body had been removed and put back together. She felt that Chiang Ruohan must have gone mad. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tortured her like this.

She dragged her aching body and when she got up, she realized that this hotel room was not the one Su Xiang'er had opened last night.

This room was bigger and more luxurious, more like Young Master Jiang's exclusive guest room.

At the end of the bed, a clean and brand new set of clothes was neatly folded.

She took a shower and dressed neatly. She raised her head and walked out of the hotel room with her chest puffed out.

She was Mu Yiyi. No matter how embarrassed she was, even homeless, she had to be dignified and tidy and live with dignity.

She turned on the phone. Dozens of missed calls were from Xu Wenhao.

There were also Su Xiang'er's calls.

She saw the nickname on the screen, "Big Sister." It hurt her heart.

Mu Yiyi walked aimlessly on the streets. She did not know where else she could go.

She wanted to see her father!

She wanted to tell her father that the people of Su Family were ungrateful people. Then, she would slap him hard for her dead mother!

Xu Wenhao's phone call came in.

She picked up the phone. A man's gentle voice came from the phone, "Yiyi, where are you? Why are you switched off all day long?"

Mu Yiyi cleared her throat and tried her best to hide her hoarse voice, "Wenhao, is it convenient for you to come and pick me up? I want to see Dad."

"Okay, where are you?"

Mu Yiyi sent the address.

"You are very close to me. I will be there in ten minutes."

"Okay."

Mu Yiyi stood on the roadside and waited for a while. Su Xiang'er's phone call came in.

She hung up. Because when she heard Su Xiang'er's voice, she wanted to vomit.

However, Su Xiang'er had already noticed that she had turned on the phone and Su Xiang'er kept calling her.

Mu Yiyi finally picked up the phone.

Su Xiang'er's furious roar came from the phone, "Did you have sex with Chiang Ruohan?"

She replied, "Yes."

At the other end of the phone, there was a bang and Su Xiang'er hit the phone.

Mu Yiyi kept the phone in her bag. In the distance, a white BMW was slowly driving towards her.

With the light from the roadside, she recognized Xu Wenhao's car. On the roof, Mu Yiyi had installed a pair of cute big cat ears. She walked to the side of the road and waved at the BMW to signal him to stop.

However, when the car was about 30 meters away, the big light suddenly lit up, making her unable to open her eyes.

Then, the car stepped on the accelerator and sped towards her.

The deafening sound of brakes cut through the night.

Mu Yiyi fell into a pool of blood. Her head was buzzing and she could not hear the sound of this world. Warm blood flowed out from her forehead and flowed into her eyes, dyeing her vision red.

In the last few seconds of her consciousness, she saw Xu Wenhao's tall and slender figure running down from the taxi. Xu Wenhao ran to her side and picked her up as if he was calling her. He kept talking to her but she could no longer hear his voice.

Then who was the one driving her?

She had a splitting headache. She could not think much about it, so she completely lost consciousness.

Seven years later.

Mu Yiyi dragged her luggage and walked out of the airport. No matter where she went, she attracted the attention of passers-by.

The woman's figure was very good. Her skin was very white and she wore a light blue dress. Her beautiful black wavy hair hung down to her slender waist. Her palm-sized face was wearing sunglasses which covered one-third of her delicate face. Her smooth lips carried a pleasant smile. She kept a low profile and was fashionable, but she was so beautiful that it made people unable to move their eyes away.

Anyone who saw her was stunned by her, thinking that she was a big star.

Suddenly, a group of reporters came out of nowhere and aggressively rushed over, surrounding her.

The microphone and camera were all in front of her.

"May I ask if you are the famous Asian piano composer, Miss Mu Yiyi?"

"No."

Mu Yiyi did not want to be interviewed. She just wanted to quickly go to the hotel to see her children.

The reporters looked at each other. The flight information was correct. Their looks and photos were the same.

However, Mu Yiyi had underestimated these reporters. They still stopped her from going forward.

"Miss Mu, we came here specially to interview you. It's not good for you to tease us like this."

"Yes, we just want to interview you. We do not mean you any harm."

"Miss Mu, you are so famous and a public figure. Why do you need to be so aggressive?"

A reporter could not wait to get to the point. "Miss Mu, are you single now?"

Mu Yiyi was surrounded by them and had nowhere to go. She could only sit on her suitcase and quietly wait for the airport security to come over and she would shout for help.

If her children had not accepted the invitation to the Jincheng Music Festival for her, she would not have appeared here today.

They had secretly flown back to Jincheng from Australia the day before yesterday and stayed in the hotel arranged by the organizers under her name. She had no choice but to come to Jincheng.

Although Mu Yiyi did not say a word, the reporters kept asking questions.

What was even more ridiculous was that even if she did not answer, they all took out their pens and wrote down the answers they had imagined.

"Miss Mu, I heard that you will let the piano princess Su Xiang'er play your song at the opening of this year's music festival, right? After all, your playing skills are indeed not satisfactory."

Mu Yiyi was slightly stunned.

The name 'Su Xiang'er' was a little familiar and a little harsh. However, the depth of her memory was blank and she could not recall it no matter how hard she tried.

What was strange was that she clearly could not remember anything, but when she heard this name, a deep sense of hatred arose in her heart.