C2 You Don't Even Deserve to Bring Her Shoes

A hint of guilt appeared on Beiming Ye's handsome face, but it was more the hatred and hatred towards Zhang Xueqi. Even if he slept with her, he would blame this debt on her despicable seduction!

He held onto Du Xinyi with one hand and coldly looked Zhang Xueqi in the eye, "I'll tell you now, what does Xin Yi count for!" "She is my beloved woman, and you are not worthy to carry her shoes!"

Du Xin Yi was both surprised and happy. Hearing him say this, the grievances she just received weren't really anything.

"As for what just happened, don't get it wrong." "You've helped me out quite a bit, and I should have given you something in return." His heartless words were like a whip, viciously lashing at Zhang Xueqi's heart.

Zhang Xueqi stared at him blankly with a pale face. She knew very well that she had lost. She had lost so completely and thoroughly that she didn't even have the chance to take it back.

At that moment, her cell phone rang. She picked it up mechanically, and when she heard the words coming from the other end, her whole body jolted and she shook her head in disbelief. "No, my father won't commit suicide. How is that possible?!"

She put on her clothes, forgetting to put on her shoes, and ran out barefoot.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xueqi was sent flying by a speeding car. A lot of scenes flashed through her mind, just like in an old movie.

The saddest thing in her life was to fall in love with this man called Beiming Ye.

She coaxed her father to support Beiming Ye's company with government funds.

While Beiming Ye was struggling with money, she also took the title of mayor's daughter and privately accepted a bribe from a real estate developer …

As a result, her father had been jailed for three years for intentionally inflicting harm on his stepmother, who had taken away his family's savings to avenge her death. And she had stubbornly tried to use her body in exchange for Beiming Ye's pity …

She would never forget the look of disgust in his eyes when he entered her. He looked at her like he was looking at rat shit.

"Bang!"

She landed hard in the middle of the street, blood slowly spreading from her body. Her body twitched a few times, but then she stopped moving.

"Someone got into a car accident, call 120!"

People began to gather around him. "It seems like it won't do anymore …" "Oh, what a beautiful girl!"

"Yes, it's a pity to be young."

Zhang Xueqi stared blankly at him. Lying in a pool of blood, she actually didn't feel any pain. Instead, she felt a sense of relief.

To harm his family for a man, it would be good if he could die.

His consciousness began to dissipate and his eyelids became heavy …

In the final moment of her life, what appeared in her mind was not Beiming Ye, whom she loved and hated at the same time. Instead, it was a solitary figure in a wheelchair, staring at her. "Don't tell me you're sorry!" "As long as you don't love me, you'll never deserve my forgiveness!"

Xiao Qi … The man she had hurt the most in her life! Even if she lost both her legs, he was still unwilling to scold her!

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. If there was a next life, she would rather be his legs and make up for all the mistakes she had made in this one. If there was an afterlife, she would rather never have loved Beiming Ye …

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and soon, it was raining heavily. The crowd dispersed, leaving only the slim girl lying in the middle of the road.

The blood mixed with the rain and flowed in all directions.

"Sister?" "Sister?"

The buzzing in her ears was like it was going to explode in her head, causing her to have a splitting headache. She wanted to open her eyes, but no matter what, she couldn't lift her head.

She … Wasn't he dead?

In a clean and tidy ward, a handsome boy was standing guard by the bed. He stared at the person on the bed and asked worriedly, "Mom, your sister has been asleep for a long time, why haven't you woken up yet?" Could he have fallen into his brain? "Oh, what if you become stupid?"

A well-dressed middle-aged woman was sitting on the sofa. She held a magazine in her hand as she lazily replied, "Didn't the doctor already say that you're fine? Why are you making such a fuss?"

"Why isn't the young mistress awake yet?"

The woman glared at him unhappily. "How should I know?"

Zhang ShengHui frowned. He was afraid that his sister might have some sort of side effect.