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The smile on Shen Canghao's face became even lazier. His slender fingers loosened their grip and the cheque fluttered past his smiling fingers to land on the ground beside her pretty high heels.

"You!" She glared at him and subconsciously waved her hand …

However, he curled his lips like a scoundrel, unrestrainedly controlling her movements, and once again gave a disdainful smile. "What? Won't Miss Xu be satisfied with buying you for the entire night? "Or you …"

He lowered his head, brushing past her cheek in an evil manner before landing beside her ear, "Miss Xu is like those women of mine, wanting to catch a big fish like me?"

"Shameless!" Her happiness was so great that it almost seemed like it would explode. She, who had never scolded anyone before, could only squeeze out these three words. As expected, after a moment of surprise, she immediately burst out laughing.

After a long time, she felt that the stuffy feeling in front of her had disappeared a lot, so she finally picked up the cheque with her most proud attitude and took a deep breath. She then coldly looked at him one last time, "Mister Shen, I'm afraid that we won't be able to do as you wish. I don't want to see you again, and I don't want to see you again.

She tightly gripped the cheque in her hand as she turned around and walked forward step by step with her back straight while tears gushed down her face. Even though she had been beaten up by her stepmother into despair and felt that there was no meaning in living, she had never felt so embarrassed or so humiliated like this before.

Shen Canghao narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment before letting out a stifled laugh. If this woman wanted to capture him, then he felt that her scheming was too terrifying!

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she used the coin she had found to go to a public restroom and changed her clothes. Looking at the magnificent cheongsam in her hands, she eventually threw it into a trash basket.

Exchanging her high heels for her canvas shoes, Xu Huayan suddenly felt at ease. When Huang Shujuan returned home, it was already noon. Huang Shujuan was sunning herself in the courtyard, and the women around her were all enthusiastically gossiping. When she walked in happily, they all opened their eyes wide at the same time and looked at her. One of them still had half a sentence hanging from his lips, "Your family's joy in marrying that boss, but suddenly there's a huge dowry …"

Huaiyan took a deep breath. She unfolded the cheque in her hand and threw it onto Huang Shujuan. "This money is for you. From now on, I have nothing to do with you. If you want to sell it again, then go and find your daughter."

"There's more." As she walked, she said loudly, "From today on, I'll move out. But don't worry, I'll still give you one thousand yuan a month. For father's living expenses, please treat him well."

The door of the room was heavily shut, and Huang Shujuan's angry shouts were also locked outside. She looked around her simple and crude room with a smile, and her gaze stopped at the photo on the bed. The woman on the bed smiled and looked at her, as if she was there. Huaiyan closed her eyes, lying on the bed that she had slept on for over twenty years. The smell of the pillow towel was still the smell of her mother, the fragrance of washing powder that she had washed herself.

Henceforth, there was no more home. From then on, it was the lonely Xu Huayan of this world, the Xu Huayan that no one loved.