After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chu Ling stood in the middle of the yard, his posture upright, like a pine tree standing proudly in the cold winter. He was wearing a black brocade robe, with delicate dark patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. His hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, his sword-like eyebrows were inserted diagonally into his temples, his eyes were deep and bright, but there was a coldness in his eyes that kept people away from him. Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the whole person exuded an overbearing aura. He put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and scanned every corner of the courtyard wall, as if he was alert to something.

Yi Shuqi stood next to Chu Ling. She was petite, wrapped in a light pink fox fur cape, and the furry hat made her face look even cuter. Her long black hair fell softly behind her, and a few strands of hair were blown to her cheeks by the wind. She gently raised her hand to tuck it behind her ear, revealing her fair and slender fingers. The emerald ring on her finger still shone with a warm luster in this gloomy sky. Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear and bright, but at this moment there was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in her eyes.

"Chu Ling, the wind is blowing so hard, I feel a little uneasy. Could it be that someone is watching us in the dark?" Yi Shuqi frowned slightly and said softly. As she spoke, she unconsciously leaned towards Chu Ling and tightly grasped Chu Ling's sleeve with her right hand.

Chu Ling looked down at Yi Shuqi, his eyes softened a little, but his tone was still cold: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I've checked around this yard, and if anyone really dares to come, he will never return." After he said that, his right hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his thumb gently stroking the carvings on the hilt, his eyes revealing a fierceness.

Sang Jiuyue huddled behind a dead tree outside the yard. He was only wearing a thin gray robe. The cold wind penetrated his robe and made him shiver all over. He hugged his body tightly with his arms, his teeth chattered constantly, and his feet were numb from squatting for a long time. He stared at the two people in the yard through the gaps between the branches, his eyes full of jealousy, anger and unwillingness.

"Why? Why is Chu Ling with her?" Sang Jiuyue roared in his heart, his hands unconsciously clenched, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain. "How can I be inferior to her? Chu Ling, why can't you see my feelings?" Thinking of this, Sang Jiuyue's eyes turned red and tears rolled in his eyes. He quickly raised his hand to wipe them away, fearing that the tears would blur his vision and miss any action of the two people in the courtyard.

The wind blew harder, causing the branches to shake wildly and make a "crunching" sound. A withered yellow leaf was blown down by the wind and landed on Sang Jiuyue's shoulder. However, he squatted there motionless as if petrified, his eyes still fixed on Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi in the yard, thinking about what to do next...

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, covering the world heavily. The wind rushed through the narrow streets, making a sound like the roar of a wild beast, which made people feel cold. Sang Jiuyue was like an agile cat, hiding silently in the shadows of the street corner, staring at Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling in the courtyard not far away without blinking. His body was tense, and his hands subconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, as if he was going to rush out in the next second.

Under the dim moonlight, the figures of several bodyguards could be vaguely seen in the dark of the yard. They were agile and stood straight, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, holding the walkie-talkie tightly in their hands, and from time to time there was a slight "rustling" sound. Seeing this, Sang Jiuyue frowned and thought to himself that it was not good. It would be difficult to get closer to find out what was going on this time. He gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment and resentment, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, Yi Shuqi arranged so many bodyguards."

After a long while, Sang Jiuyue realized that it was useless to continue to stalemate, so he could only suppress his anger and turned away angrily. His steps were hurried and heavy, and every step seemed to be venting his inner dissatisfaction. As he walked, he thought to himself: "I took the risk this time just to see the relationship between these two people. I thought I would find something, but I didn't expect that they are still so close. What is Yi Shuqi planning? Why is Chu Ling so obsessed with her?" As he thought about it, a hint of sinisterness flashed in his eyes, and his fists clenched and unclenched unconsciously.

The wind was still howling, making his clothes rustle. Sang Jiuyue's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the dark street, leaving only the dust that was blown up by the wind, dancing freely in the cold moonlight, as if telling of his frustration and loneliness.

The sky gradually darkened, and the leaden clouds hung low over the yard, as if covering the whole yard with a gloomy veil. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional cold wind blowing, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to rustle.

Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi were sitting at the stone table in the yard. The tea on the table had long gone cold, and they seemed a little lonely in this cold atmosphere. Chu Ling frowned slightly, and suddenly looked sharply at the gate of the yard, and whispered: "Shuqi, listen, is there any movement outside?" Yi Shuqi heard this and stopped the action of picking up the teacup in her hand, listened attentively, and said softly after a moment: "It seems like there is a sound, is there someone outside?"

Chu Ling stood up, his figure straight and alert. He took a few steps in the direction of the sound, his eyes fixed on the darkness outside the yard, and said, "I seemed to see a black shadow flash by, like a wild cat running past." Yi Shuqi also stood up and walked to Chu Ling's side, with a hint of confusion and worry in her eyes. She followed Chu Ling's gaze, but found nothing, so she asked, "Where is it? Why can't I see it?"

At this moment, Sang Jiuyue, who was hiding in a corner outside the courtyard, felt his heart tighten and dared not breathe. He squatted behind a clump of withered bushes, his body numb from maintaining the same posture for a long time, but at this moment he could not care about these things at all, and was full of worries about being discovered. He thought to himself: "These two people are quite vigilant. We were almost discovered. We must find a chance to leave quickly."

Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi stood in the yard for a while, and when they heard no unusual sounds, they returned to sit at the stone table. Chu Ling comforted Yi Shuqi, saying, "It might really be a wild cat. In this cold weather, it is also looking for a place to hide." Yi Shuqi nodded slightly, but still a little uneasy, and said, "I hope that's all. I always feel uneasy lately."

When the yard was quiet again, Sang Jiuyue moved carefully and left slowly and cautiously. He took every step very carefully, for fear of making any noise. Only when he was far away from the yard did he breathe a sigh of relief, quicken his pace and disappear into the night.

At dusk, the warm orange afterglow gently fell on the quiet courtyard, coating everything with a light golden edge. In the middle of the courtyard, Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling were sitting side by side on a quaint stone bench, their faces filled with tranquility and happiness, their eyes full of deep affection and attachment to each other, as if the troubles of the world had nothing to do with them.

Suddenly, a cheerful and childish laughter broke the silence. A little boy, about three or four years old, ran from the corner of the yard like a lively little squirrel. His chubby face was covered with a brilliant smile, his big black eyes were shining with excitement, and his chubby little hands were tightly holding a freshly picked wild flower, with crystal dewdrops hanging on the petals.

The little boy rushed straight towards Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling and threw himself into their arms. Yi Shuqi was knocked back slightly by the sudden impact, and then a brighter smile appeared on her face. She stretched out her arms, hugged the child tightly, and kissed his rosy little face again and again, her eyes full of pampering and love, and she kept saying, "Baby, run slowly, be careful not to fall." Chu Ling also stretched out his hand and gently stroked the child's head. The smile on his face was as warm and gentle as the warm spring sun. He smiled and said, "This little guy, is he naughty again?"

The child giggled in their arms, twisting his little body constantly, trying to pass the wild flowers in his hand to Yi Shuqi, saying in a baby voice: "Mom, flowers, for you." Yi Shuqi took the flowers, tears of emotion flashing in her eyes, and hugged the child tighter. Chu Ling picked up the child's small cloak from the side, gently draped it on the child, and said gently: "It's cold outside, don't let our little baby get cold."

The family of three hugged each other tightly, forming a warm and beautiful picture in the small courtyard illuminated by the setting sun, as if time had stopped for this happiness, and all the worries and sorrows dissipated in the warm air.

It was completely dark when Sang Jiuyue dragged her heavy and tired feet back home. Inside the house, the dim light flickered, and her mother was sitting on the old sofa, watching TV intently. The program on TV seemed very exciting, and her cheerful laughter kept coming out, which formed a sharp contrast with Sang Jiuyue's depressed mood at the moment.

When the mother heard the door open, she turned around and smiled, saying, "Oh, you're back!" That smile was full of concern and love, and her eyes were also shining with tenderness. Sang Jiuyue just said "hmm" lightly, walked straight to the sofa, sat down, stared blankly ahead, clenched her hands tightly, and her knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

His heart was like a mess. Thinking about seeing Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling's happy appearance outside, jealousy, resentment and anger surged in his heart like a tide. He bit his lower lip tightly, his cheeks bulged because of the force, and his teeth left a deep mark on his lips, but he didn't feel the pain at all. His mother seemed to notice his abnormality, slightly turned sideways, leaned over, and asked softly: "Child, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Sang Jiuyue waved his hand impatiently and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay, don't worry about me." After that, he turned his head to the side, avoiding his mother's concerned eyes, and continued to immerse himself in his negative emotions, sulking alone, his whole body exuding an aura of keeping strangers away, making the atmosphere in the room become depressing.

The night was like a heavy black curtain, tightly covering the city, swallowing up the vitality and noise of the day, leaving only a deep and oppressive silence. The wind blew through the narrow streets, making a whimpering sound like ghosts and wolves howling, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

Sang Jiuyue dragged her heavy and slow legs, which seemed to be filled with lead, and walked alone on the dark and lonely street. Her figure looked thin and helpless under the dim moonlight, and every step seemed to exhaust all her strength. The worn canvas shoes dragged on the ground, making a dull and monotonous sound, just like her exhausted heartbeat at the moment. Finally, she came to the mottled and shabby door. This door was like the entrance to her destiny, leading to the small residence that filled her with helplessness and sorrow.

When she pushed open the door, the room was filled with a damp and moldy smell. The dim light above her head was shaky, as if it would go out completely in the next second, throwing her into an endless dark abyss. The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, with several incomplete and outdated furniture placed in a mess, some of which had crooked legs and were barely supported by the wall. The old wooden bed had a dented bed board and the sheets were washed white and wrinkled on it. The paint on the wall was peeling off in large pieces, revealing the gray and rough wall surface, like scars left by time.

Sang Jiuyue was like a body without a soul. She mechanically moved to the deformed sofa and collapsed powerlessly. The sofa could not bear the weight and creaked painfully, as if telling her its own tragic fate. She stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, her eyes were empty and confused, as if she could see her shattered dreams and unreachable future through the mottled ceiling. "What's wrong with me? Why does the ruthless hand of fate play tricks on me so cruelly? Let me sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of life until I fall into such a miserable situation?" Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was soft and hoarse, like a sigh of despair squeezed out from the depths of her soul, echoing faintly in this small and dull space, but without any response, only the increasingly heavy silence tightly wrapped around her. Although at this moment, this shabby house could barely provide her with a corner to hide from the wind and rain, every time her thoughts drifted involuntarily to Sang Shuwan and Nancy's luxurious, comfortable, spacious and bright residence that was like a palace, a sharp and strong sense of difference would surge from all directions like a surging tide, and completely drown her. In her mind, Sang Shuwan's home, the crystal chandelier was dazzling, illuminating the entire gorgeous hall; the expensive Persian carpet was soft and thick, and every step she took on it seemed to be in the clouds; the exquisite European-style furniture was arranged in a staggered manner, exuding a noble and elegant atmosphere; and the huge French windows, the sun poured in without reservation, illuminating the entire room brightly and warmly, and outside the window was a neatly trimmed garden with colorful flowers and green grass. And what about herself? But they are trapped in this dark, damp, cramped and small space, struggling under the pressure of life day after day for the meager income and the next meal. They cannot see any possibility of change. The future is like the darkness in this room, boundless and without end.

Sang Jiuyue bit her lips tightly with her teeth until they turned white and oozed blood, but she seemed not to notice. She clenched her hands into fists subconsciously, and her nails pierced deeply into the flesh of her palms. The piercing pain spread along the nerves to her whole body. Her body trembled slightly. Perhaps only this kind of real pain could make her find a sense of real existence in this illusory and cruel world, and could slightly relieve the pain in her heart. "Am I really destined to live this long and painful life in mediocrity and mediocrity?" She screamed hysterically in her heart, but the only response to her was the endless darkness outside the window. The darkness was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all her hopes and voices, leaving only a dead silence, imprisoning her alone in this desperate world, with no one to care and no one to save her.

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, hanging down heavily from the sky, covering the whole world tightly. The wind was rampant on the empty streets, like a wild beast out of control, making sharp whistles, blowing the trash cans on the street to all directions, and the garbage was swept into the air and scattered everywhere. The trees on the roadside were also whipped mercilessly by the wind, the branches were dancing wildly, and the broken branches were flying in the air with a "crackling" sound, hitting the doors and windows on the street, making crackling sounds, as if to completely tear apart this remaining bit of peace.

Sang Jiuyue curled up alone in the corner of a small, dim room, which was filled with an old, decayed smell. The paint on the wall peeled off, revealing a mottled, gray wall. The dim light above her head flickered, as if it would go out completely in the next second, throwing her into an endless dark abyss. Her body was as tight as a bow with a full string, her legs curled tightly in front of her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees, and her fingers turned white at the joints because of the force, as if this could give her a sense of security. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a venomous light flashing in her eyes, staring at a certain place in the room, as if there was her mortal enemy there. Her teeth were clattering, her cheeks were bulging because of the force, and a low and resentful voice squeezed out of her teeth: "Why can they all live so well, while I have to suffer in this broken place? I will never let them go, and I must let them taste the taste of being stepped on!"

At this time, the door was slowly pushed open, making a harsh "creaking" sound. Mother walked into the room with delicate and cautious steps. She was slightly hunched, wearing an old black cotton jacket, and her hair was casually tied behind her head. A few strands of silver hair were particularly conspicuous under the dim light. Mother's eyes revealed an elusive depth, as if hiding countless unknown secrets. The corners of her mouth drooped slightly, with a faint sneer on her face. She gently closed the door and walked towards Sang Jiuyue step by step. Every step she took was like a dull drumbeat in this silent room, making people's hearts tense up involuntarily.

The mother walked up to Sang Jiuyue and slowly squatted down, her movements were so gentle that it was a little strange. She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Sang Jiuyue's shoulder. The hand was dry and rough, like the bark of an old tree. The mother raised her head slightly, her eyes revealed a kind of false kindness, and her voice was gentle but chilling: "Child, don't worry, we have plenty of time. Those people are complacent now, but sooner or later they will pay the price." As she spoke, the mother's hand gently stroked Sang Jiuyue's hair, her fingers shuttled through her hair, seemingly gentle, but actually hiding a desire for control.

Sang Jiuyue raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of anger and unwillingness. She shook off her mother's hand and shouted, "I can't wait any longer! I live such a painful life every day. Seeing them showing off in front of me, I wish I could destroy them all right now!" Her voice became sharp due to excitement, and it echoed in the small room, making people shudder. After shouting, Sang Jiuyue gasped for air, her chest rose and fell violently, the muscles on her face twisted slightly because of anger, and the veins on her forehead bulged like a winding snake.

The mother was not angry because of Sang Jiuyue's behavior. Instead, there was a subtle satisfaction in her eyes. She sighed softly and held Sang Jiuyue's hand again, this time with a little more force, as if to pass on a kind of strength to her. The mother's voice was still calm and low: "Child, impulse can't solve the problem. We have to take it slowly and make them fall into despair step by step. Don't worry, your mother will always be by your side to help you with advice." The mother's eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if she had seen those people struggling in pain under the calculations of the mother and daughter.

After hearing what her mother said, Sang Jiuyue's emotions gradually calmed down, but the viciousness in her eyes did not diminish at all. She nodded slightly, with a cold arc on the corner of her mouth, and said softly: "Okay, mother, I'll listen to you. Let's take it slowly and let them pay a heavy price for what they did." After that, she looked out the window at the windy night, as if she saw her own road to revenge in the darkness. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, blood seeped from between her fingers, but she was unaware of it, and there was only one thought left in her mind: revenge.

The sky was extremely gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to be gathered together by an invisible big hand, piling up layer by layer, covering the entire sky tightly, like a huge lead plate, pressing heavily on the sky above the city, making it hard to breathe. Driven by the strong wind, the big raindrops hit the ground fiercely like bullets, splashing high water, and the streets instantly turned into a vast ocean. The turbid rainwater carried mud, garbage, and broken branches and leaves, rushing and roaring towards the low-lying areas, making a deafening "rustling" sound, as if venting endless anger.

Sang Jiuyue stood alone in front of the window, staring at the violent stormy world outside with empty and cold eyes. The rain slid down the glass rapidly, forming criss-crossing, twisting and winding water marks, like messy tear marks, and like the messy and inextricable thread of fate, ruthlessly trapping her in this desperate situation. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like a patient who had been ill for a long time. Her lips were also chapped and peeling. A few strands of wet hair were messily stuck to her cheeks, adding a bit of embarrassment and haggardness. The room was filled with a depressing, dull and decadent atmosphere. The dim light kept swaying and flickering under the fierce attack of wind and rain, as if it was a life shivering in the dark, which could be swallowed up by the endless darkness at any time and completely extinguished.

Suddenly, Sang Jiuyue's body froze as if struck by an electric current, and a venomous light flashed in her eyes. An evil, vicious and revengeful thought grew wildly in her heart, like weeds encountering spring breeze in a barren field, and spread rapidly: "Isn't the current miserable state of the Sang family all caused by that hateful woman Sang Shuwan? Why can she enjoy wealth and glory surrounded by people, while I can only endure pain and humiliation alone in this dark corner?" Her hands involuntarily clenched the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turned white due to excessive force, her nails deeply embedded in the flesh of her palms, blood slowly seeped out, but she seemed unaware, the hatred in her heart was like a blazing fire, burning all the pain into ashes.

"Since she is so cruel and heartless, don't blame me for using any means. I will let the Sang family kill each other, causing unrest and division, so that they will all taste the taste of losing everything and pay a painful price for what they have done! Only in this way can the anger in my heart be calmed down." Sang Jiuyue's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was the roar of an evil ghost coming from the depths of hell. Every word was like a poisoned arrow, full of strong resentment and determination. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a distorted and hideous smile. There was no warmth or kindness in that smile, only chilling coldness and cruelty, as if the devil opened his bloody mouth and revealed his sharp fangs.

She slowly turned around and scanned the slightly dim and shabby room. In the corner stood a shaky old wooden table, the tabletop covered with scratches and stains. There were a few worn-out chairs scattered around, some of which had broken legs and were propped up with bricks, barely maintaining their balance. The paint on the wall was peeling off, revealing a mottled, gray wall, as if it were an ugly scar left by the years. Sang Jiuyue walked slowly and heavily towards the old wooden table, each step seemed to exhaust all her strength, making a dull sound in the silent room, as if it was the drumbeat of her inner hatred. She stopped in front of the table, stretched out her trembling hand, picked up a pen from a pile of messy papers, and scribbled a few lines on a yellowed paper, revealing a crazy, determined and desperate look in her eyes. Then she folded the paper carefully and put it into her pocket cautiously, as if it was a deadly weapon she was about to use to destroy her enemy, and as if it was her only hope for successful revenge in the future.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were still raging wildly, and lightning occasionally streaked through the dark night sky. The short but strong light illuminated Sang Jiuyue's face full of hatred and distortion, like a terrifying picture of a demon appearing in the world. She stood there quietly, like a statue of revenge, waiting for the right time, as if she was a poisonous snake hidden in the depths of darkness, ready to launch a fatal blow to the enemy at any time, dragging them into the abyss of no return, and letting the entire Sang family be buried with her for the pain she suffered.

The room was filled with an old and decayed atmosphere. The dim light flickered with difficulty in the humid air, as if it would be completely swallowed up by the oppressive darkness at any time. The wallpaper on the wall was mottled and peeling, revealing a gray background, like a scar left by the erosion of time. Sang Jiuyue stood quietly in front of the window like a solidified statue. The rain outside was still falling, with no sign of stopping. The cold raindrops slowly slid down the glass, like the resentful tears flowing continuously in her heart, and each drop carried her resentment and unwillingness for her past experiences.

Her eyes were hollow and filled with gloom, like a bottomless black lake, so deep that it was daunting. Her bitten lower lip had turned slightly white, and a trace of blood oozed out, which was the external expression of her inner hatred. Her face was terribly gloomy, like the sky before a storm, with dark clouds, as if a terrible storm was brewing. The sound of her teeth clenching was particularly clear in this silent room, as if it was the drumbeat of her inner anger. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and her knuckles were white and protruding because of the force, like jagged rocks, and each finger seemed to be telling of her determination and perseverance. Her body trembled slightly, that was the flame of hatred burning in her body, making her uncontrollably excited, and the whole person exuded a chilling aura, like a messenger of revenge returning from hell.

Sang Jiuyue's mother sat on the shabby, patched old sofa beside her. The springs of the sofa had lost their elasticity and made a dull "creaking" sound under her weight. The mother's eyes were as sharp and alert as a hawk. She was locked on her daughter from beginning to end, revealing a subtle shrewdness and calculation in her eyes. It was a cunning light after experiencing the vicissitudes of life and knowing the weaknesses of human nature. It was like a night pearl hidden in the dark. Occasionally flashing, it was enough to make people feel the huge energy contained in it. Looking at her daughter's hateful expression, the mother thought secretly in her heart that a sinister and complicated plan was like a seed watered by spring rain in her heart, gradually breaking through the ground, taking root, and taking shape little by little. Every detail was repeatedly scrutinized and perfected in her mind.

After a while, the mother raised her head slightly, her mouth corners raised, revealing a meaningful sneer. There was no warmth or kindness in that smile, only coldness and ruthlessness. She slowly said, "Child, look at the Sang family now. They have been tossed around by them. It is like a broken ship that is about to fall in the wind and waves, and may sink to the bottom of the sea at any time. And you must be irreconcilable with Sang Shuwan. After all, everything he has done to you is like a poisonous thorn deeply piercing your heart. In this case, why don't we kill someone with a borrowed knife?" The mother's voice was soft but full of bewitching power, as if it was the whisper of a demon from the dark abyss. Every word was like a cancer, deeply planted in Sang Jiuyue's heart, constantly eroding her reason and kindness, and letting her hatred grow vigorously.

The mother paused and stood up. Her movements were slow and steady. Each step seemed to be in the silent air, making a dull echo, as if the god of fate was ringing the death knell of revenge. She slowly walked to the window and stood side by side with Sang Jiuyue, but her eyes were looking at the blurred world covered by rain outside the window. The rain curtain was like a huge veil, blocking the real scene outside, but in the mother's eyes, it seemed that she had clearly seen the scene after her plan succeeded in the haze. She seemed to see Sang Shuwan struggling in pain under their calculations, and saw the Sang family rising again under their manipulation, becoming a sword of Damocles hanging over Sang Shuwan's head, making him spend the rest of his life in despair and regret.

"Although the Sang family is in decline now, as long as we give it a little support from behind, it will slowly recover. It will be like propping up a fallen giant and letting him regain his former strength and glory. By then, Sang Shuwan will see the already declining Sang family rising again little by little before his eyes, but he will not be able to get a share of it and can only stare blankly. How do you think he will feel? He will definitely be furious, but helpless. He will understand in regret and self-blame how tragic the consequences of offending us will be." The mother's voice echoed softly in Sang Jiuyue's ears, and every word hit her heart like a hammer, making the flame of revenge in her heart burn even more vigorously.

Sang Jiuyue listened to her mother's words, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. It was the remaining trace of rationality in her heart struggling, but soon, the doubt was replaced by the surging flame of revenge. She turned her head, looked at her mother, nodded slightly, and her eyes revealed a determination to burn her boats. She said in a low and hoarse voice: "Mother, you are right. Let Sang Shuwan also taste the taste of being stepped on. I want him to pay the price for what he did and let him know that I am not easy to mess with." The mother smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her hand and gently patted Sang Jiuyue's shoulder. The seemingly gentle action carried a power to control everything, as if she had grasped the throat of fate tightly and controlled the life and death of everyone in her hands. "Don't worry, child. Everything is under your control. Let's just wait and see." The mother's eyes revealed a kind of confidence that she had won the game, as if this game of revenge had been carefully planned by her, and every step was steadily moving in the established direction, and Sang Shuwan and the Sang family were just chess pieces in her hands, at her mercy. In her eyes, the rise and fall of the Sang family, the honor and disgrace of Sang Shuwan, and the fate of Sang Shuwan had all been written in her own script. She only had to wait for the gears of time to slowly turn and present this revenge drama to the world, so that everyone would be amazed by her wisdom and means, and tremble at her determination for revenge.

The sky was extremely gloomy, with heavy dark clouds hanging low over the city, like a huge lead sheet, making it hard to breathe. The cold wind blew through the streets like a knife, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, making them fly wantonly, and there was silence all around. The street lamps swayed in the strong wind, emitting a dim light, as if they would go out at any time, bringing an inexplicable sense of depression.

There were only a few pedestrians on this slightly run-down street, all wrapped up in their clothes and hurrying along. The former chairman of the Sang family was dragging his heavy steps forward. He was skinny, and the suit he wore, which was once expensive, was now worn out and stained. His collar was open, and his tie was hanging crookedly around his neck. His hair was disheveled, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time, mixed with a lot of silver hair, flying wantonly in the wind. His eyes were empty, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked and peeling, and his chin was covered with stubble. He looked exhausted and extremely embarrassed.

As he was walking, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a pair of high-heeled shoes and a pair of leather shoes in a street window. He stopped involuntarily, staring at the two pairs of shoes, as if he was under a spell. Several old members of the Sang family who were equally down and out also stopped. They were not much better dressed, with wrinkled clothes and holes in their shoes, exposing their toes. These people had confused and helpless looks in their eyes, and stood there at a loss with hunched bodies.

After a long time, the former chairman of the Sang family came back to his senses. He raised his shaking hands slightly, pointed at the two pairs of shoes, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Look, at that time, we all wore such good shoes and went in and out of various high-end places." After that, his eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia and reluctance, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but that smile was uglier than crying. A person next to him smiled bitterly and echoed: "Yes, Chairman, but now..." Before he finished speaking, he was shivered by a gust of cold wind and swallowed the rest of the words back. (End of this chapter)