Chapter 279 - 261 But I Love Her
Mu Shuoqian’s gaze lightly swept across the two photos, finally settling on one of them.
In the photo, the girl was holding a trophy, her smile beaming as she looked into the camera, as if that smile pierced through the thin paper straight into the depths of his heart,
After calming down from her initial anger, Qiu Lan directly took a seat in the chair opposite the table, placing the bag in her hand onto the table. But then, as if remembering something,
"Shuoqian, you’ve disappointed me greatly. What was our plan, and yet you deceived me for a woman." Qiu Lan took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress her fury, "After all these years, I thought Gu Dezhong’s daughter had become a social butterfly, contracted that disease, and received the karma the Gu Family deserved, but I didn’t expect that you would find a look-alike to replace her, that his daughter is still alive and kicking. Not only that, you even got entangled with her."
Mu Shuoqian held the cigarette case in his hand, his fist tightening more and more.
"Shuoqian, you’ve deeply disappointed me. You’re intimately involved with the enemy’s daughter, and you’ve even plotted schemes and tricks on me for the enemy’s daughter. If I hadn’t happened to see her and by chance learned that her last name was Gu, if I hadn’t grown suspicious upon seeing you two together... When I entrusted that matter to you back then, it was because I believed in you. And you?"
"No wonder since I’ve come back, your behavior has been strange. It turns out you were afraid I’d discover her existence. You’ve been hiding her, not letting me know. But human calculations are no match for fate’s. If I hadn’t attended this wedding, you might have continued to bamboozle everyone." Qiu Lan pointed at the scattered papers on the ground, "What is this supposed to mean? Upon being discovered by me, were you hoping to sneak away and never see your mother again?"
Mu Shuoqian still kept his eyelids lowered, the cigarette case in his palm distorted and deformed.
"Shuoqian,
Mu Shuoqian slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
How could he forget? Those past ten-plus years were simply too agonizing to look back upon, being alive yet feeling tormented as if in hell. He often thought, since living is more painful than death, why keep living, why suffer the tortures of life.
But he refused to compromise with fate, so he had to continue living, and moreover, he had to live even more brilliantly.