Foreword (II)

  Foreword (II)

  Looking back on Ou Yang's words and actions over the years, what a truly sincere and skillful performance it was. He actually performed so convincingly that she still hasn't discovered any inconsistencies or even a single flaw to this day.

  If it wasn't for yesterday's coincidence that let her see the truth, she would still believe in him.

  But things are different now, when she knows that there are two people secretly plotting against her, how can she still sit and wait for death, cannot wait for him to cut towards herself and the sister who does not know the truth.

  She needs to learn self-defense before counterattacking, now she just wants to leave quickly, she really has no other choice.

  It's all because she never had so many precautions before, and for so many years he used the excuse of helping himself and his sister to manage the industry, step by step swallowing away the large amount of wealth left behind by their parents. What else doesn't he know?

  Even the last house left by her grandfather was firmly controlled in his hands, what else did she have...

  Qian Jingrong was quietly thinking, as the nominal daughter of a noble family, she was favored by all, but this was only superficial glory. In reality, her family was sparse, and now there were only two people left, her and her younger sister. With only the legacy of their ancestors' wealth and title, who would take them seriously? Especially after her parents passed away.

  The family business is still there, but what's the use now? Without a man to support her at home, she would be taken advantage of and lose everything, just like now. She was caught off guard and had no ability to fight back, so she could only escape quickly and plan another way out.

  Isn't it ridiculous? The rise and fall of a scholar-official family, in any dynasty, is nothing new. What does she have to complain about? It's just that they used this method to humiliate her, making her unwilling to accept it. Then what has their family's efforts for generations amounted to?

  Standing in front of the window frame, she gazed up at the night sky that had already deepened into darkness. She felt powerless, but what could she do now? She no longer had any countermeasures.

  Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly moved his clumsy body to the dresser, squatted down with his hands on his waist, took out the copper filigree ring that was quietly placed inside, and gently stroked the pattern on it.

  Yes, this might be a glimmer of hope. Qian Jingrui's eyes deepened.

  But now is not the time, and there's no more time to spare. Staying one more day would mean one more danger, let alone that she still has the only family member in the world, and cannot let them have any mishaps.

  What's more, the child in her belly knew that only by following herself would she be safest. Now that he had grown strong and prosperous, with his eyes gleaming coldly and ruthlessly under the candlelight last night, he absolutely wouldn't let this child be born.

  What he wants seems to be just the power behind his own identity, plus the cautious and careful years of floating in the officialdom, and then add another arm to his position.

  Although this arm assistant seems to be just a superficial splendor, with his current power and status, as long as he gets rid of the two burdens of himself and his sister, the glory and honor that his family has accumulated over several generations can all be inherited by him alone.

  Many frightening people, with a deep and profound city, can use more than ten years of time to plot, just to achieve his goal.

  It's not that I'm not good enough for him, is she just too naive?

  "Miss, the gold and silver have all been packed up." Lan Xi, who was holding a bundle, asked anxiously, "Miss, are you really leaving?" Her eyes were red from crying, and she gazed longingly at Qian Jingrui, who was about to leave, her pale face causing Lan Xi's heart to ache.

  "After I leave, you must take good care of yourself." Qian Jingrong came back to her senses and slowly stretched out her icy hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face. She couldn't bear to see her loyal maid of ten years suffer so much.

  Thinking of the consequences if Ruo didn't leave, what would she use to gamble? In these years, how many loyal and dedicated servants had been harmed by her. It wasn't until yesterday that she secretly sent someone to investigate, only to discover the cruel truth hidden beneath his hypocritical facade. How could she not hate him?!

  The girl in front of her had tears all over her face, if crying was useful, she would cry too.

  Everything here has a taste left by parents, no matter which piece of furniture is arranged, each one is personally arranged for her.

  But all of this, everything, can't be taken away now, and maybe will never be seen again in a lifetime.

  She now only hopes to be able to take care of herself first, gently stroking the decorations in this house, hoping to leave a little more memory, remembering that this bedroom once lived a person named Qian Jingrui.

  Intense sorrow, burning resentment, her heart felt like it was being roasted over an open flame, Qian Jingrong struggled to suppress the surging urge to go find him and settle the score right now.

  Qian Jingrong wiped her face and gathered her thoughts. She couldn't keep reminiscing about the past, as this place no longer belonged to her. All the properties had been transferred to his name under various pretexts. At this moment, she couldn't afford to show any lingering attachment or weakness, which would only harm her and the one person she now wanted to protect above all else.

  A man in a green uniform hurried into the room: "Miss, everything is ready, just waiting for you."

  "Okay, what about Jinglan?"

  "They have all gone ahead and are waiting for you ten miles outside the city in their carriages."

  "Alright, let's go now. Ouyang Fu is currently in the study, and he's most off guard at this moment, so let's take advantage of it."

  "Turn back and take another look at Xiao Lan beside you. 'Xiao Lan, after I leave, you follow closely behind and don't come back again.'"

  "Miss, don't say it, Lan Zhi understands."

  Qian Jingrong covered up the apology in her eyes, paused for a moment, and then seemed to be unintentionally looking at her, softly and gently saying: "Following me all these years, but in the end I have to let you go through thick and thin with me, I... owe you an apology."

  Qian Jingrong stared at her, now suspicious of everyone.

  After seeing this girl's sincere and genuine expression, she was no longer certain.

  "Miss, what are you saying? Lan Zhi's body is yours, she'd die to be with you. Take me with you, let me go with you."

  This little face is particularly sad under the swaying lamp light, and can't see any inconsistencies.

  Qian Jingrong withdrew her gaze, no matter whether it was genuine or fake, I won't let you stay by my side, I'm not willing to gamble, I can't let Jinglan and myself and our unborn child be in unknown danger.

  It is from now on that the days will be difficult and treacherous.

  Qian Jingrong took out a few gold ornaments from the wrapped package and put them in her hand, saying softly: "Take it, take good care of yourself in the future. Now I'm not even sure if I can keep myself safe, I won't be able to..."

  Next, Qian Jingrong wrapped her dark fur-lined coat tightly around her and hastily walked out of the house into the night that had already fallen, and soon she was completely merged into the pitch-black darkness.

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