After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 32 The intersection of fate

The morning light shone through the gaps in the gauze curtains and lazily sprinkled on the bed. Sang Shuwan woke up slowly and subconsciously reached out to her side, but she only felt something cold. She opened her eyes instantly, and the empty bed made her heart skip a beat. Jiang Cimu was gone.

Sang Shuwan sat up and looked around the bedroom. The room was neatly furnished, with no signs of fighting or panic. Only the pillow was slightly sunken, and his scent remained, proving that sleeping in each other's arms last night was not a dream. She called out "Ci Mu" a few times, but the only response was the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.

Doubts and uneasiness surged in her heart. Sang Shuwan got out of bed, put on her clothes, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and walked downstairs quickly. The living room was quiet. There was a note on the dining table, with Jiang Cimu's vigorous handwriting on it: "Something happened at the company. Don't worry. Breakfast is in the microwave. Wait for me." Seeing the message, her tense nerves relaxed a little, but she still felt a little empty in her heart.

After a simple breakfast, Sang Shuwan sat on the sofa in a trance. In the past, Jiang Cimu would always inform her in advance no matter how busy he was at work. Last night, they even planned a weekend trip. It was unusual for him to leave in such a hurry. Just as she was in a trance, her cell phone rang. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. She hesitated for a moment and answered it. There was a lot of noise on the other end of the line, and she could vaguely hear Jiang Cimu's anxious voice: "Wanwan, don't go out! Company secrets have been leaked, involving some dangerous people, I'm afraid they will find you..." Before she finished speaking, the call ended abruptly.

Sang Shuwan's face turned pale, she clutched her phone tightly, her brain working rapidly. Before she could recover, the doorbell rang rapidly, one ring after another, revealing a sense of oppression that could not be refused. She took a deep breath, tiptoed to the door, and looked out through the peephole. She saw several tall and stern strangers standing outside the door, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, with ill intentions. At this moment, Sang Shuwan knew that her peaceful life was completely broken and danger was quietly approaching.

Sang Shuwan stared at the strangers with ill intentions outside the peephole. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her palms were full of cold sweat, and her fingertips holding the phone turned white. She knew that it must be the group of "Scarface Chen" who followed the company's clues and came here. When she thought that Jiang Cimu might be in danger at this moment, anxiety entangled her heart like a vine.

Suppressing his panic, Sang Shuwan turned around quickly, ran back to the bedroom, dug out his spare phone, sent a message to Jiang Cimu for help, and then hid in the closet, covering his mouth and nose tightly, not daring to breathe. Outside the closet, footsteps were getting closer and closer, accompanied by a low voice: "Are you sure it's here? The boss said that if we can't catch that woman, we will all be in trouble." "It can't be wrong. The information was obtained from the company's insider. It's absolutely accurate."

Listening to them gradually approaching the bedroom, Sang Shuwan's heart beat like thunder, his eyes flushed slightly, and he regretted not learning some self-defense skills from Jiang Cimu. Suddenly, a burst of urgent sirens came from downstairs, the sound was high and sharp, breaking the silence. Then there were chaotic shouts and hurried footsteps. I think those people were panicking and running away.

The sirens continued for a long time before they stopped. Sang Shuwan had just breathed a sigh of relief when her cell phone vibrated. It was Jiang Cimu calling: "Wanwan, don't be afraid, I've called the police, and they should have all run away. Stay in the house and don't come out, I'll be back soon." After hanging up the phone, she slowly pushed open the closet door, her legs weak, and she leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Not long after, Jiang Cimu pushed the door open and walked in, his face full of fatigue and self-blame. He took a few steps forward and hugged her tightly in his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, murmuring: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well. Someone in the company was caught by 'Scarface Chen' and his address was leaked." Sang Shuwan hugged him back and sobbed softly: "I'm fine, don't blame yourself, we have to find a way to get rid of this trouble completely."

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Sang Shuwan had just let down her guard when her phone suddenly vibrated. The buzzing sound broke the brief silence in the room, like a demon ringing a death knell. Her heart tightened, and she reached out to pick up the phone. The moment she unlocked the screen, a text message came into her sight. There was no note from the sender, but the content was as sharp as a knife - "Sang Shuwan, I want to remind you that there is a woman named Sang Jiuyue who has a deep hatred for you. You are lucky this time, so I will just teach you a lesson. Be careful in the future, or you won't be so lucky next time, so be careful!"

The exclamation mark at the end of the message was like a hideous ghost face, which made Sang Shuwan's back cold, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to her forehead. Her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the phone almost slipped. Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her lips also lost their color. Only her eyes were rounded with anger, bursting with burning hatred: "Sang Jiyue, you are so shameless!"

Jiang Cimu noticed something strange and walked forward quickly. His eyes swept across the screen. His face suddenly changed, his jaw tightened, and his knuckles turned white when he clenched his fist. He cursed angrily: "This crazy woman, she is in collusion with the evil forces and really thinks the law is a decoration!" The temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point. In the dead silence, there was only the rapid and heavy breathing of the two people. Outside the window, dark clouds gathered quietly, and the strong wind slapped the window, as if it was also angry about this sudden change. Sang Shuwan tightly grasped the phone, her fingertips turned white due to the force, and her nails almost embedded in the body of the phone. After a long time, she took a deep breath, calmed down her surging emotions, gritted her teeth and said word by word: "She wants to play, I will accompany her to the end. This text message is the ironclad evidence that she has fallen into a trap. I want to see who will lose the good luck in the end!" As she spoke, her resolute momentum was like a sharp blade out of its sheath, cutting through the solemn air.

In the dim and cramped box, the lights were dim and the smoke made people's vision blurred. Sang Jiuyue was full of flattery, leaning forward to get close to the gangster, twisting his hands nervously, and deliberately lowering his voice, but it was difficult to hide the resentment and calculation in it: "Brother Chen, do you know Sang Shuwan? She is now in great glory and has a net worth of tens of billions, but in the early years, we grew up together, and she suppressed me in everything, snatched my resources, and ruined my good things. Those honors that should have belonged to me were all taken away by her!"

The gangster "Scarface Chen" was holding a cigarette in his mouth, tilting his head, his eyes wandering freely over Sang Jiuyue, and he raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh? There is such a thing? A net worth of 10 billion, sounds very tempting." Sang Jiuyue caught that trace of excitement, her eyes instantly reddened, tears rolled down, and she added fuel to the fire in a crying voice: "It's true, Brother Chen! When I was in school, she used tricks to squeeze me out of the competition quota; when the family divided the property, she tampered with the will, and my mother and I were left with very little, and in the end we almost had no place to live."

Seeing "Scarface Chen" flicking the ash off his cigarette and remaining silent, Sang Jiuyue made up his mind, took out his phone, and flipped through a few photos, which showed Sang Shuwan attending a business dinner and being picked up by a luxury car. He said anxiously, "Brother Chen, look, this is her extravagant life now. She drives luxury cars and wears designer clothes. As long as you help me vent my anger and take her down, any little bit of her will slip through my fingers will be enough for us brothers to live happily for a long time."

"Scarface Chen" took the phone, looked at the photo, smacked his lips, greed in his eyes grew: "Humph, the little beauty said so, it would be unkind of me not to help. However, after the matter is done, the bonus must be divided according to the agreement." Sang Jiuyue nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with a flattering smile on his face: "Of course, Brother Chen is very powerful, with you taking action, it will definitely be easy to catch."

But as soon as she left the box, the smile on Sang Jiuyue's face disappeared instantly, leaving only ruthlessness and determination. She knew in her heart that it was very risky to seek the skin of a tiger, but at this moment, for the sake of revenge, she didn't care so much. Even if it caused bloodshed and everything was destroyed, as long as she could overthrow Sang Shuwan and take back everything, it would be worth it. However, she didn't expect that this plan had quietly fallen into the sight of the police. A large net was slowly tightening, and danger was approaching, but she was unaware and insisted on doing it.

The box was filled with smoke, and the air was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe. "Scarface Chen" slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, raised his eyes to look at Sang Jiuyue, the greed in his eyes faded, replaced by a hint of amusement, and suddenly said: "If you want me to help you deal with Sang Shuwan wholeheartedly, it's not enough to just say it. From now on, you will be my girlfriend and stay by my side to show your loyalty."

Sang Jiuyue froze, her smile almost disappeared, her stomach churned, and she almost vomited. The thought of falling in love with this vulgar and vicious gangster made her feel sick. But as soon as the thought came up, Sang Shuwan's smug face rushed into her mind, and hatred instantly gripped her heart, suppressing her resistance.

She gritted her teeth, put on a flattering smile again, her eyes reddened, and said softly, "Brother Chen, as long as you really help me, I will listen to you." As she spoke, she pretended to be shy and lowered her head slightly, hiding the unwillingness in her eyes. "Scarface Chen" laughed and stood up, strode forward and put his arms around her waist, his rough hands caressing her wantonly. Sang Jiuyue resisted the discomfort and trembled slightly.

Since that day, Sang Jiuyue has completely become an appendage of "Scarface Chen". During the day, she followed him to various mixed places, blocked his drinking and smiled for him, and was scolded if she was not careful; at night, she was imprisoned in a small residence, listening to his vulgar snoring, and her tears soaked the pillow. The attitude of her younger brother around her took a 180-degree turn towards her, calling her "sister-in-law" all the time, but the sarcastic tone clearly showed that he was laughing at her.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, Sang Jiuyue would regret and question her choice. But when she thought of Sang Shuwan's safe and comfortable life, with wealth and love, her unwillingness would burn again. She secretly swore: "Sang Shuwan, I can bear this humiliation to destroy you, but when you are ruined, I will take back everything and repay you double!" She had no idea that she was sinking deeper and deeper, step by step towards the abyss of no return, and the guillotine of the law was hanging high and could fall at any time.

(End of this chapter)