The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Once outside the banquet hall, Song Qiaoqiao kept turning back.

"Mom and Dad, I'm worried about Yuanchen, I think I should go back..."

"No!" Bai Qiuyue commanded, scolding, "Are you stupid? Don't you understand what just happened?"

Even if getting dirty is a lie, it's true that He Yuanchen is involved with all sorts of women.

That old fox He Liangde is plotting against the Song family.

It would be foolish of them to rush into a marriage alliance at this point.

Having finally gotten rid of that burden from the Jiang family, I can't afford to step into the He family's deep pit again.

Once the He family is destroyed, the Song family will be invincible in Jiangcheng.

Song Chengming shared the same thought as his wife and comforted her, "Don't worry, Qiaoqiao, my precious daughter has every husband she could want. She doesn't need to hang herself on one tree."

"But I just love He Yuanchen!" Song Qiaoqiao pouted. "So what if he was a womanizer before? Now he only has me."

Bai Qiuya staggered back two steps.

My face hurts from anger.

Exasperated: "How could I have given birth to such a love-struck daughter? Come on, let's go home!"

The couple, one on each side, forcibly dragged their daughter away from the He family home.

Inside the main hall, only four people remained. Apart from the He family father and son and Jiang Zhou, everyone else had left and were waiting outside.

Too many people around will disrupt the magnetic field.

He Liangde dared not utter another sound. His face remained calm, but he was extremely anxious inside.

He knew perfectly well that his eldest son was causing trouble outside, and what might happen then?

That's his own son, and the first in line to inherit.

All I can do is clean up the mess.

The female college student featured in the news report is the same girl his son recently betrayed.

By the time he received the message, the person was already gone, and he immediately beat his son.

But what can we do?

To protect the He family's reputation, they had no choice but to spend a lot of money to suppress the news. Just then, the Song family offered them a marriage proposal, which conveniently diverted the news's attention.

Marriage with the Song family is the best choice at present. It just so happens that the young lady from the Song family is simple-minded and likes Yuan Chen, making her the most suitable daughter-in-law.

Yellow talismans flew away one by one, swirling around the ethereal red shadows.

Song Qingge took out an hourglass from her spatial talisman and placed it upside down in the array.

The shadowy figure swayed violently, suppressed by a circle of yellow talismans. Suddenly, the scene changed to the area in front of a school dormitory building.

The leaves rustled in the breeze, and the shadows cast on the ground swayed in the bright sunlight.

The young man in white had delicate features and a clean, refreshing appearance, which was like a gentle breeze to him.

He shyly raised his eyelids and stole a glance at the thin girl opposite him.

"Qianqian, I like you."

The girl was dressed in red, thin as if malnourished, but on her slender hands she wore a watch worth millions.

Her eyes, red from crying, lingered as she looked at the boy, her gaze filled with a reluctant ripple of emotion.

Her pale lips opened and closed, but she couldn't utter a single word of refusal.

Only when she saw the luxury car approaching in the distance did she bite her lip in resentment and clutch her skirt tightly.

She managed to squeeze out a few words for the boy: "I'm sorry, I can't like you."

The hourglass flows at a constant speed, the scene changes to a university classroom, and the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class.

The girl had just left her desk when she was stopped and shoved by several other girls.

She suddenly pursed her lips and clutched her stomach.

"Oh, isn't this Chu Qianqian, the rich young master's kept woman? I heard she's pregnant."

"Good heavens! Could it be that this pheasant is about to turn into a phoenix?"

"Hey, I heard Sang Huai confessed to you. You don't actually think you're good enough for him, do you? You piece of trash."

"If I were you, I wouldn't even have the face to go to school anymore. Everyone in the school knows you're being kept by a sugar daddy and pregnant with an illegitimate child. You should drop out of school right away. If you stay here and the pregnancy becomes unstable one day, you won't be able to become a wealthy wife."

A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom, and the students' gazes pierced Chu Qianqian like cold arrows.

Upon hearing Sang Huai's name, she lowered her eyelids in dejection.

They ran away in a panic.

As the hourglass runs out of sand, the scene changes once again.

Hospital corridor.

The young man in white handed Chu Qianqian a not-so-thick envelope.

"Here's five hundred, which I saved up from working part-time. You can use it to pay your bills first."

Chu Qianqian pushed it back, looking up at the white-clad boy with a shy yet pained expression, like a little rabbit.

The boy did not force him and took back the envelope.

"If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime." His long, lowered eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes held sadness, heartache, and a deep sense of helplessness.

In the end, he didn't say anything more and left.

The sunlight streaming in through the bustling corridor gradually turned from warm to cold. Chu Qianqian stared blankly in the direction of the long-vanished boy.

The screen went black for a moment, then lit up again, revealing a dimly lit bathroom.

A girl dressed in red lay in the bathtub, blood flowing from her arms and thighs.

Blood dripped onto the floor and flowed into the sewer.

Glug glug.

Apart from the sound of water, even the sound of people breathing had disappeared.

The final scene shows He Yuanchen pushing open the door and running away screaming in fright at the scene before him.

……

The hourglass has run out of sand.

Song Qingge calmly took it back.

Just now, it was a flashback of the past life of the red-clad phantom trapped by the talisman array.

The hourglass serves as the medium.

Her spiritual power served as the catalyst.

Used to understand obsession.

At this moment, Song Qingge's lips turned a little pale, due to the depletion of her spiritual energy.

She glanced at He Yuanchen.

The latter clutched her head, clearly terrified, her eyes bloodshot: "It's not my fault, it wasn't me, her death has nothing to do with me."

Song Qingge took two steps forward, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and lifted him up.

His tone was icy: "What did you do after she died?"

"I didn't, I didn't kill her..."

Chu Qianqian is an orphan. When we first met, she was being surrounded by several loan sharks demanding repayment of her debts.

That was money owed by her deceased parents, which was then transferred to her.

He helped her pay off the debt.

In return, he asked her to be his girlfriend. Was that too much to ask?

He was completely obsessed at that time; the more she resisted, the more excited he became.

After finally succeeding, who knew she was pregnant!

Without a second thought, he told her to get an abortion.

After all, she's still in college; getting her to have an abortion is for her own good.

Who would have thought she was so fragile that she actually committed suicide?

What does this have to do with him? Why is she clinging to him?

"Answer me." Song Qingge's eyes flashed with icy coldness as she stared directly at He Yuanchen.

She suppressed her surging anger, remaining outwardly calm.

"I... I didn't care. I just had her burned. Anyway, she had no relatives left, so her ashes were..." He Yuanchen glanced guiltily at Song Qingge and swallowed hard.

"What?"

Song Qingge looked down at the man, who had turned pale with fright.

Chu Qianqian returned because she was too obsessed.

If it weren't for He Yuanchen, she would have happily accepted the confession of the boy she had a crush on.

If it weren't for the loan sharks, she wouldn't have been forced to agree to He Yuanchen's pursuit.

Her life will be bright.

He Yuanchen stole a glance at Song Qingge, then stammered guiltily, "It's been broadcast."