Chapter 30 will never be again

  Outside Haitian Villa, Ye Shengge carried Qian Lixia into the Rolls-Royce ahead, and the car slowly drove away, with the Mercedes-Benz following behind.

  The morning light has irrigated the villa's morning, warm sunshine is slowly rising, and can't help but add a touch of warmth to the bleak early winter.

  The groom refused to marry? The engagement ceremony ultimately did not take place, and the remnants of last night's warmth had already been removed, as if nothing had happened. Only the housekeeper and servants occasionally swept the floor of the outer hall with a dejected expression, showing that everything was not just a dream.

  Leaves fluttering, a speeding silver Audi A8 whisks up a cloud of dust, soaring high into the sky, instantly dispersed by sunlight.

  Inside the closed glass window, Situ Shangxuan sat in the back seat, his good-looking thin lips tightly pursed, his emerald green eyes like a huge vortex, hiding boundless and endless darkness. He hadn't slept all night, but under his eyelids, there wasn't even a hint of dark circles, his face still as noble as ever.

  The voice in the earpiece continued, his eyes gazing at the laptop screen in front of him where a document had just been transmitted, opening it and slowly scrolling down. "Young Master, the Young Master of the Dragon Gang is dead, Ye Shengge will definitely appear."

  "Do you know how to do it?" The faint voice was devoid of emotion.

  The subordinate on the other side was startled and hastily replied: "Subordinate understands!"

  "Uh, where is Miss?"

  He hesitated for a while and didn't say a word for half a day. Shi Tu Shang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he said in a cold voice: "Where is she?"

  "It seems that our people have lost Miss."

  "Lost," his thin lips slowly spat out these few words,

  "Do you remember what I said?"

  Situ Shangxuan grasped his notebook tightly, and the invisible aura pressed down on his subordinates, who could only grit their teeth and swear, "Young Master, I know that if we can't find Miss back, I will definitely take my own life to apologize for my crime!"

  "Alright!" Situ Shangxuan casually spat out these two words, one hand pulling down his earpiece.

  His eyes floated over the face of Qian Lixia, who was crying with tears all over her face like a pear blossom in the rain. She knelt naked at his feet, begging for forgiveness. The bruises on her pale body flashed before his eyes one by one.

  She finally escaped the marriage, he didn't get her heart, nor did he get her person. When he said in front of the reporter that the wedding was cancelled, his heart was bleeding, and she could see it.

  Ye—Sheng—Song, he stared at the document on the screen, and with a fierce punch, he smashed his fist onto the screen. The sound of shattering glass was followed by the sight of shattered glass mixed with blood lying on the ground. His hand slowly fell to one side, and droplets of blood quickly flowed out from the wound.

  The driver heard the sound of the screen cracking behind him and anxiously looked back through the rearview mirror, "Young Master—"

  He hesitated and shouted two words before being cut off by Sutu Shangxuan, "Continue driving."

  The young master's order is like an imperial edict, and the driver doesn't dare move again, obediently driving the car.

  Situ Shangxuan looked at the surging bloodstains and smiled quietly.

  He still remembered that year, when he was nine years old and took her out to play at the age of seven. In order to shake off the bodyguards following them, they ran wildly, and she even tricked those bodyguards into being shaken off by them. As a result, while running, he accidentally tripped and fell, with a lot of blood flowing from his bare feet. Then, the seven-year-old girl carefully wiped away the blood stains on his feet with her sleeves, tore off a piece of her skirt, and carefully bandaged the wound that was bleeding. She wrapped it very clumsily, wrapping his foot like a rice dumpling, and finally tied a lovely bow.

  He would never forget her eyes, as clear as a young deer's, with an expression of feigned bravery despite being obviously terrified.

  Nowadays, even if he bleeds out all the blood in his body, she won't seriously wrap that ugly rice dumpling foot for him by her side again.

  The car drove into the compound of a thousand families, and when the security guard saw that it was his car, he immediately opened the gate as usual. However, when the cleaning staff saw that it was his car, they would turn their faces away in anger and disdain, not even giving him the most basic courtesy.

  For them, this young master Sit cancelled the engagement ceremony with their own miss, not only insulted and deceived their miss's feelings, but also insulted Master and Madam.

  Situ Shangxuan got off the car with a calm face and walked into Qianjia.

  The housekeeper stepped forward and welcomed Situ Shangxuan with a gentle tone, "Young Master Situ, you've arrived."

  "What about your uncle and aunt?"

  Tian Wei Yu had just come down the stairs, her face a bit pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes. When she saw Si Tu Shang Xuan, her eyes reddened and she rushed down the stairs, hoarsely saying: "Shang Xuan, our family owes you an apology, Zhou Zhou owes you an apology."

  "Aunt," Situ Shangxuan shook his head and asked her, "Where's Uncle?"

  Tian Wei said tiredly, "He's in the study upstairs, saying he wants to wait for you."

  "Alright, let's go and talk then, Auntie please." Si Tu Shang Xuan remained still, waiting for Tian Yun Yu.

  "Alright, whatever," Tian Yu sighed and headed up the stairs.

  The door of the study was open, Qian Jun's figure was nestled in a leather chair, the curtains were half open, and sunlight sneaked into this dim space, slowly entwining into a piece.

  A room filled with swirling smoke, a clean desktop ashtray, cigarette butts piled up in several, Qian Jun's hand still holding a cigarette, deeply thinking and wandering, even the ashes in his hand turned into long strips and shook down quickly, unaware.

  Tian Wei angrily walked over, snatched the half cigarette from his hand, and said with dissatisfaction, "I told you not to smoke, but you still smoked. And what's more, you even smoked so much."

  Qian Jun's wife scolded him, and he didn't go to get another cigarette. Instead, he said to Shi Tu Shang Xuan who was walking in: "Shang Xuan, sit down."

  "Thank you, Uncle Xie," Situ Shangxuan said as he sat down beside him.

  Qian Jun's face was also somewhat haggard, and his usual elegant demeanor made today's image look disheveled. "What about your father, has he returned?"

  "Uh, going back, 7 o'clock flight in the morning," Situ Shangxuan's voice was somewhat low, as for his behavior yesterday, his father didn't say anything to him, but instead gave him a sentence, "Happiness is something you have to pursue yourself, no matter what you do, even if it damages the prestige of the Situ family, it doesn't matter, just be bold and do it."

  As for what happened yesterday, he knew that it had damaged the face of the Situ family, and even those old men in the family would have some reservations about him. However, if given another chance, he would still choose to do so.

  Qian Jun looked at him with a mixture of guilt and shame, and after a long time, he said: "Shang Xuan, our Qian family owes you an apology. We taught out a daughter like Zhou Zhou, who actually ran away on the engagement ceremony day. Even so, you still thought about Zhou Zhou's well-being and took all the responsibility upon yourself. It is our family that owes you."

  "Uncle, don't say that, it's Shangxuan who owes you and Aunt," Shangxuan's face showed no expression. "The divorce, I didn't even discuss it with you two elders before making the decision on my own, now I'm still letting you two bear the pressure from outsiders because of my decision, Uncle's company's reputation will also be affected, it's me who owes you, I was careless."

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