The moment she got into the car, tears finally came out of her eyes. In the dark space, she, Qiao Weiwei, finally let go of all her strength and collapsed on the driver's seat...

She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart, whether she, Qiao Weiwei, really didn't deserve to have happiness... In the past 23 years, all the beautiful things she had with her were fleeting, the warmth of family, the sweetness of love, they were all like this...

Perhaps, she should have learned to get used to this a long time ago, right? Get used to all kinds of losses, get used to all kinds of betrayals.

After sitting in the car for a long time, she started the car and melted into the night.

In front of a single-family villa located halfway up a hillside in the suburbs, she slowed down her speed, drove in slowly, put the car into the underground garage, held the key in her hand, and got out of the car.

At this moment, she had already recovered her mood and continued to look invincible.

In the living room, the lights were brightly lit, just like daytime, and there was a faint fragrance of milk floating in the air.

Chen Bihua, wearing a royal blue silk nightgown, was sitting on the sofa, drinking milk and reading a magazine.

Seeing Qiao Weiwei entering the door, Chen Bihua immediately put down the milk glass, lowered her face, folded her hands on her chest, looked at her with a arrogant look, and coldly snorted: "Ha... I heard that you made a big fuss at someone else's engagement party?

Weiwei, don’t you think you are a mother? You are such an adult. Stop doing it and hurting yourself to discredit your father. Isn’t it interesting? You can’t learn from us Jasmine~"

Mom, what an ironic word, this woman who killed her biological mother, this woman who caused her to lose maternal love since she was ten years old, how embarrassed is she to call herself "mom..." in front of her?

Qiao Moli? Her half-sister who lived in the United States in the name of going to college? Haha~ imitate her??? Is this a joke?

"Mom? A vixen and a murderer, is she worthy of being my Qiao Weiwei's mother? No matter what I do, it's all my business. It's not my turn, Qiao Weiwei, to make irresponsible remarks like a mistress..."

After saying that, she put on her slippers and prepared to go upstairs. In fact, she really wanted to rush forward and tear Chen Bihua's mouth apart, but she was so tired today and really didn't have the strength to fight with her.

"You...what did you say? Say it again! Murderer? Your mother committed suicide and it has nothing to do with me!" Chen Bihua put down the milk glass, stood up, and quickly blocked Qiao Weiwei's way, her face twisted.

Every time she saw Chen Bihua's face, she felt itching with hatred. She really wanted to crush this woman who had destroyed all the good things she had and left an indelible shadow on her childhood.

"Oh? Without you, would my mother be so desperate that she would cut her wrists and commit suicide! You'd better shut up before I tear you apart!"

She will never forget the sight of her mother lying in a pool of blood with no breath, so pale, so stiff, so cold...

She will never forget how she brought Qiao Moli, who was as old as her, into the house on the day her mother died, and told her: "Weiwei, from now on, I will be the mistress of this house, your mother... this

It’s your sister, Jasmine.”

At that moment, the equally arrogant and proud faces of the mother and daughter were something she would never forget in her life.

This woman who personally cast a heavy shadow on her life dared to claim to be her mother? Haha...

Qiao Weiwei pushed her away fiercely and walked quickly upstairs. An oncoming wall of people made her stop. The familiar smell made her frown deeply. She raised her head and looked at Qiao Zhihai, who was full of anger...

..

"Pah...! Weiwei, is this how you talk to your elders?" A hot slap touched her face. She covered her red face and twitched slightly...

"Qiao Zhihai, this is the fifth time you've hit me for this woman... There is a saying that is true. Where there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather. Qiao Zhihai, don't make me hate you even more!" She took a deep breath and threw it down.

After saying a word, he quickly left...

Today, she suffered great grievances outside. When she came home, no one greeted her... When she came home, what was waiting for her was cynicism and merciless palms...

"Cough cough cough..." Behind him, Qiao Zhihai was holding his heart and coughing. Chen Bihua stepped forward to help her with a look of a villain and said: "She is just like that, she is just ignorant. Don't be as knowledgeable as her..."

Qiao Zhihai raised his eyes, glared at Chen Bihua, turned back to look in the direction where Qiao Weiwei disappeared, lowered his head, glanced at the hand that he had hit her with, said nothing, and just sighed softly.

Qiao Zhihai also felt guilty about his only daughter, so over the years, no matter how much trouble she made, he would always turn a blind eye or close an eye.

But today, she went too far and actually made a big fuss at someone else's engagement party. There were so many reporters present. If he hadn't handled it in time, the consequences would have been disastrous once the news was reported!

After returning to the room, Qiao Weiwei took a shower, put on a black tube top miniskirt, tied her long straight black hair into a casual ponytail, stepped on golden high heels, and went out again without a face.

Driving her car, she once again let herself blend into the night.

She really didn't want to stay in that home without warmth.

Stepping into the harem of the city's largest nightclub, you will see everything in front of you that is dazzling, the passionate music, the interlaced neon lights, the plump and thin beauties, everything is so intoxicating.

Qiao Weiwei stepped into the sofa area, enjoying the passionate dance of the sexy beauties on the stage, while drinking red wine...

A bottle of wine made her slightly tipsy. She leaned on the soft sofa with drunken eyes, looked at the lively crowd around her, and smiled bitterly to herself.

People at every table around her were in groups, but she seemed so alone. She suddenly felt lonely and miserable.

The more lively it is, the more lonely she feels!

As she thought about it, the alcohol became more and more intense, and she fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

I vaguely felt a stabbing pain in my wrist, and my body felt like it was being held up by someone. However, my head became more and more dizzy, and I couldn't open my eyes... My mind became more and more blurred. I wanted to struggle, but my whole body was weak...

..My body became softer and softer, and it seemed like there was a fire burning inside my body.

"Help...Help..." She was so weak that she couldn't even scream...

Who will save her, who will save her... She hates being so helpless every day... She hates the feeling now, she is so scared...
Chapter completed!