C8 Joefield Woke up

He took a taxi to a small room he had rented, a narrow room with only a large bed and a bathroom.

Why rent this one? It was remote, cheap, and most of all unregistered. It was like a secret hideout, where no one knew you could hide and lick your wounds.

She laid on the bed tiredly. Her mind was in a mess. She didn't have any thoughts. She didn't look forward to the days ahead at all. Her future was bleak.

Her life was terrible. She closed her eyes and laid on the bed. She felt relaxed. Only when she was alone could she relax.

The things that happened in the past were like needles stabbing her heart. She really didn't want to compromise anymore.

She turned on the screen of her cell phone and saw that the wind was raging outside the window. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was making the window, which had been in disrepair for a long time, creak.

Looking at the lit phone screen, he finally mustered up his courage and dialed Xiao Yingyue's number.

The voice on the other side was as clear and gentle as ever. "Momo, what's the matter?"

"President, I want to resign." As she said this resolutely, the bones of her fingers, which were holding the phone, were clear and slightly white.

The voice on the other side was stunned for a moment and then said slowly with a chuckle. "Momo, you did well. Why did you resign?" After thinking for a while, she continued. "I don't mind if it's because of what happened last time. After all, men make mistakes."

His heart skipped a beat. In the eyes of others, he was just a mistake on Yang Zhexu's part. His lips were white and his mind was blank.

His hands were trembling slightly as he tried his best to suppress his trembling voice. "It's because of my family."

A trace of hatred flashed across Xiao Yingyue's eyes, but her voice was filled with concern. "Momo, if you have anything to say to me, I can help you. The children like you very much, and you also like children."

"No, I just want to resign." Jian Mo said that she wanted to live alone. She didn't want to face those vampires anymore, nor did she want to face Yang Zhexu. She wanted to live alone, like a human.

"I understand." Xiao Yingyue compromised. "If you want to find a job, you can come to me. I can help you."

"Thank you." He thanked Yang Zhexu softly and hung up the phone after he finished speaking. It was as if everything had been settled, and his body was beginning to relax. There was a dull pain in his waist, and his delicate eyebrows were raised.

Holding the clothes that Yang Zhexu had thrown at her, she sniffed them carefully. There was a faint smell on them. She closed her eyes and thought about the times they had loved each other.

Tears flowed down her face. Despair, fear, helplessness, and uneasiness swept through her mind. She buried her head in her suit jacket and started to sob.

She remembered how she had always been able to hold back no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it hurt. She never shed tears in front of anyone.

It was true that she liked Yang Zhexu in her heart, but ever since her parents had sold her to Yang Zhexu as a commodity, she had become a lowly being. When she thought of Yang Zhexu's rough appearance, a trace of pain flashed across her eyes. Her body couldn't help but flinch.

His tears were still flowing. He couldn't stop them.

With the sound of the wind and the rain, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, when she woke up, Jian Mo felt that she couldn't open her eyes anymore. Because of last night, her originally beautiful eyes were now swollen like walnuts.

When she woke up, her head was still buried in her suit. It was probably because she had cried too much last night, and her forehead was still aching. There was an ice pack in the rented room. The reason he came here was basically to vent his emotions. Every time he cried himself to sleep, his eyes would swell on the second day after he woke up.

With the ice pack on her eyes, she felt much more comfortable. She had resigned now. She didn't want to see anyone she knew in the past.

At the hospital.

Qiao Ye had survived a long operation, but the first thing he did when he woke up was to call the police and appeal to Jian Jingran.

Jian Ce and Kuan Lingyue, who had been looking forward to Qiao Ye waking up, were so anxious that they stomped their feet. Kuan Lingyue shouted as she rushed into Qiao Ye's ward. "We have already paid for what we should pay. What else do you want?"

The doctor who was examining Qiao Ye frowned slightly, stopped what he was doing and scolded, "This is a hospital, lady. Please watch your voice."

How could Kuan Lingyue still think about these things? Her posture was like a shrew as she shouted at the doctor. "My son is going to be sent to prison by this little bastard. Do you still expect me to speak properly?" First, she pointed at Qiao Ye, then at herself. Her appearance was indescribably ridiculous.

"The patient has just recovered. All of you, get out." When the doctor heard Kuan Lingyue's loud voice, he felt a headache coming on.

"Alright, you immediately appealed to my son as soon as you recovered. If it wasn't for us handing over the money, you would have been at the King of Hell's side a long time ago. My son bumped into you, but he also compensated you. What else do you want?" Kuan Lingyue no longer cared about reason or face. She only knew how to shout at the top of her lungs.

Qiao Ye turned his face to the side and looked out of the window. Finally, under Kuan Lingyue's final roar, he turned his head. His voice was low and tired. "Your son was drunk and hit someone. Do you still have a reason?" After saying that, the corner of his mouth curled up into a mocking smile. She was walking on the zebra crossing when she was hit by her son. Now she was arguing with her.

There was a trace of awkwardness in Kuan Lingyue's eyes, but she quickly gathered her breath and looked at Qiao Ye with a cold smile. "Don't you just want money? Stop pretending, I..." She wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by Jian Ce at the side.

He couldn't stand the sight of his wife being so barbaric.

Kuan Lingyue looked at him with dissatisfaction. Jian Ce glared at her, and Kuan Lingyue immediately suppressed her anger.

"Mr. Qiao, if you have any requests, you can ask. As long as you let our son go, we will not shirk responsibility for my son hitting you while he was drunk. But for the sake of our sincere desire to reconcile, please do not appeal." Jian Ce spoke very slowly, emphasizing every word clearly. He looked like an old father who hated his son for being insensible.

Qiao Ye turned to look at the two of them. "If you have the intention to stay with me, you might as well think about how to get along with me." In the hospital, he could feel that he had really gone to the gates of hell. The feeling of dying was really hard.