After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Plastic surgery?

Director Lin?

Lin Zhuozhong.

Xu Wantang stared intently at Xu Chuxue making a phone call in the mirror, wishing she could crawl into the phone herself to find out what was going on.

A few seconds later, Lin Zhuozhong's voice came through.

"Xu Chuxue, you've had too many illegal cosmetic procedures done abroad. Now, not only is your skin fragile, but your physical indicators also don't meet the standards for surgery in China. No doctor dares to perform surgery on you. For now, you should just focus on applying medication to fade the scars and take care of your health first."

Illegal beauty treatments?

Xu Wantang had heard some classmates mention it before.

Projects that are not allowed in China can be done abroad with a little money, and the results are immediate.

But the risks are also very high.

After Xu Chuxue came of age, she would go abroad every summer.

Every time I come back, I look radiant.

It turns out they were working on a project privately.

Xu Chuxue was not satisfied with Lin Zhuozhong's reply and said through gritted teeth, "Director Lin, the Third Young Master and I asked you to arrange a car accident, not to crash into us like this. If I hadn't pleaded for you, do you think you would still be talking to me so politely?"

"you……"

"Director Lin, now that things have come to this, you and we are in the same boat. You wouldn't want others to find out that the truck driver is actually a relative of your patient, would you? Or perhaps you have something on your mind about..."

When I heard the words "truck driver".

Xu Wantang's heart trembled, and she struggled to break free of her restraints.

Just then, Xu Chuxue's voice suddenly seemed to malfunction, as if a cassette tape had stuck.

I kept getting stuck on the words "about..."

The more Xu Wantang tried to hear clearly, the more distant the sound seemed.

Finally, even Xu Chuxue's reflection in the mirror became increasingly blurry.

"Oh!"

Xu Wantang took a deep breath and sat up in bed.

The sky outside the window had cleared, but she still felt a chill.

She only regained a little warmth after wrapping herself tightly in the cashmere blanket.

Recalling everything in the dream.

She bit her lip tightly because of anger.

Who would have thought that the two victims of a car accident were actually the ones who planned it?

After having a precognitive dream, Xu Wantang always believed that Cen Shichuan and Xu Chuxue had faked their deaths in a car accident.

It was to punish her for her one night of debauchery with Cen Shichuan, which caused Xu Chuxue to miscarry.

It turns out they were all wrong.

One of them was disabled, and the other suffered a miscarriage; the consequences of their self-inflicted car accident were entirely their own doing.

In the end, Xu Wantang was made to take the blame!

But why would they plan a car accident?

Why did Lin Zhuozhong help them?

Suddenly, Xu Wantang realized that the truth was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

She was merely a pawn in the game.

When the more you think about it, the more confused you become.

Suddenly, the USB drive that Cen Shichuan had given to Xu Chuxue in her dream flashed through her mind.

Ignoring the cast on her leg, Xu Wantang quickly got out of bed and opened the cabinet.

The little rabbit USB drive was found in a hidden compartment of the suitcase.

This USB drive was a gift from her dance teacher.

From then on, she used it to save videos of herself practicing dance, as well as some choreographic inspiration.

Although there are many ways to save data now.

But she still felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Perhaps she changed the course of fate, and Cen Shichuan hadn't had a chance to make a move yet.

Xu Wantang breathed a sigh of relief and plugged the USB drive into the computer.

After scanning, only one word remained on the screen.

air.

In an instant, her breathing became rapid and then slow, and her fingertips trembled as she pressed the button twice before re-scanning.

It's still empty.

She held her breath as she unplugged the USB drive, only to discover that the bow on the bunny's ear had changed position.

This is not her USB drive.

It is Cen Shichuan.

She underestimated his hatred for her; from the very beginning, he had cut off all her options.

Before Xu Wantang could catch her breath, her phone rang again.

It was the teacher's phone call.

"Wantang, you broke your bone, why didn't you tell me?"

Xu Wantang's heart sank: "Teacher, who told you that?"

"Your brother said you need to rest, so he voluntarily withdrew from this dance competition."

"No! I didn't!" Xu Wantang retorted firmly.

The teacher was silent for a few seconds, then immediately understood.

There are countless dancers, but only one or two opportunities.

Having worked as a teacher for decades, I've seen too many people resort to any means to seize opportunities.

"The competition is in two weeks, so practice hard."

"Thank you, teacher."

I hung up the phone.

Xu Wantang was so choked up that she couldn't speak, and her whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

They really didn't leave Xu Chuxue any way out.

But the more this happened, the more unwilling she became.

She gripped the USB drive tightly until the pain in her palm brought her back to her senses.

A name flashed through my blank mind.

Lin Zhuozhong.

Lin Zhuozhong was well-known and had a close relationship with Xu Chuxue.

Xu Wantang was completely unable to move.

However... there is someone who can.

……

storehouse.

Xu Wantang came to practice dancing wearing her dance costume.

The pink and white gradient color is her favorite dance outfit.

A breeze blew in from the window, causing the skirt to flutter gracefully.

But because she had a cast on and her ankle was injured.

He had only made two movements when he fell to the ground.

thump.

thump.

She fell down, and then got up.

again and again.

At this moment, inside the window opposite.

Lin Yue glanced downstairs and walked up to Cen Yuan.

"Second Young Master, if you don't go down now, she's going to fall again."

"..."

Cen Yuan lowered his head and copied the scriptures without saying a word.

Looking at the stack of papers, Lin Yue knew that Cen Yuan had barely slept all night.

Cen Yuan only copies scriptures when he needs to calm down.

But even though he almost killed Sun Wei, he didn't think about copying the scriptures. He came back, took a shower, went to bed, and even went to the company for an early meeting the next day.

Why did you come back to copy scriptures after only meeting with Old Master Cen once?

Lin Yue asked, "Second Young Master, what did you and the Old Master talk about?"

Cen Yuan paused, his pen still.

"He didn't say anything."

"..."

Nobody believes that!

Lin Yue asked again, "Really not going downstairs?"

Cen Yuan remained silent.

Lin Yue sighed and picked up a bag from the small table next to him.

"This is the nursing kit Dr. Zhao gave to the Third Young Master's wife. I left it in the car yesterday. I remember Dr. Zhao saying that the Third Young Master's wife's wound would need to be dressed for two consecutive days to heal. I heard that the Third Young Master didn't come back last night either."

Cen Yuan remained silent, turned a page of the scripture, picked up his pen again, but didn't write for three seconds.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, concealing his expression, and reached out his hand to Lin Yue.

"Give me."

"Okay, I'll go and keep watch outside the courtyard."

Lin Yue handed over the nursing kit and turned to go downstairs.

……

Xu Wantang looked at the opposite window and saw no movement for a long time.

She bit her lip, preparing to take a break.

Before he could even settle down, a sharp pain shot through his ankle, and he collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her back.

Xu Wantang's back pressed tightly against the man's hard chest.

My heart started pounding like a drum.

She frantically tried to create some distance, but the hand around her waist tightened almost imperceptibly.

Through the tight-fitting dance costume, it felt like ironing against her skin.

"Don't you want your legs anymore?"

Accompanied by a deep, resonant voice, Cen Yuan's breath brushed past Xu Wantang's ear.

Her ears turned bright red instantly, and she dared not move an inch.

"Go sit down," Cen Yuan whispered.

"Um."

Xu Wantang nodded.

She had only taken one step when a tearing pain shot through her ankle wound, causing her legs to buckle.

next moment.

Cen Yuan simply picked her up with one hand and carried her upright.

Xu Wantang had never been hugged like this before, and she was so frightened that she hugged Cen Yuan tightly.

When she came to her senses, she realized that the two of them were standing too close.

Almost nose to nose...