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Even when he returned to the Shen residence, Cheng Tian's eyes were still moist. Shen Muxi brought her into the house and made her sit on the sofa before pouring her a cup of warm water.

She was still wearing her black fur coat, loose and loose.

On the way, Shen wanted to ask her what Gu Zi Hao had just done to her, and why he had made her cry so bitterly, but she didn't. Because he knew that anyone in this world could hurt her, except Gu Zihao.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, looking at her.

Cheng Tian painting nodded his head, lowering his eyes, afraid to look at his face.

She could not imagine how much she had loved this man before, this noble and superior man!

When Shen came out of the bathroom at night, he saw her standing motionless on the terrace, staring out into the quiet night sky.

He hesitated a moment, then stepped forward and gently embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and whispering in her ear. "Tell me, what can I do to make you feel better?"

How?

With a bitter smile, tears rolled down his face.

Shen Moxi placed both hands on her shoulders and turned her body over. Lowering his head, he wanted to kiss the tears on her face. However, as if she was electrocuted, her whole body trembled, and her small face moved away from his lips.

In a situation where she didn't even know who she was, she really couldn't be intimate with this man in front of her.

Shen Moxi didn't force her. He straightened his body and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears on her face. He softly said, "Rest early."

Cheng Tian painting looked at him with guilt in his eyes before nodding his head and heading inside the house.

She thought that if she really was Yang Tingxin, then it would be too cruel for Shen Moxi.

The next morning, Cheng was awakened by a noise outside the house. She rubbed her eyes, which were sore and sore. She lifted the blanket and got off the bed. When she came to the mirror, she could see her reflection in it. Her panda like eyes were really shocking.

Just like that, she pulled open the bedroom door in her pajamas. The two maids came up from the corridor and talked to each other as they walked. I never thought that Eldest Young Master would be so heartless that he would not even let go of Miss Yang's favorite rose. "

"Sigh, men are actually all the same."

"I always thought that Eldest Young Master was different from other men, but I didn't expect …" The maid paused in her speech, lowered her head, and politely greeted Cheng Tian Tu who was standing at the door of the bedroom: "Young Madam … "Good morning …"

"En." Cheng Tian Hua gave a slight 'En' and walked towards the air corridor.

When she saw a few male servants using sickles and hoes to assault Rose who was on both sides of the corridor, her face turned pale and she hurriedly rushed forward to stop them, "Stop! These roses are obviously growing very well, why did you cut it off? "

"Young Madam." The servants greeted her politely, "It was eldest young master's orders."

"No, I said no!" Cheng Tian's tone was filled with agitation.

"But …" The male servants were all at a loss. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"I'll go talk to Eldest Young Master." Cheng Tian Painted turned around and walked back. Shen Moxi was not in the bedroom, perhaps in the study. When she pushed open the door and entered, she saw Shen Mouxi standing by the window, not moving at all.

At the sound of the door opening, he turned around with sadness in his eyes.

"Why did you cut up Rose?" Cheng Tian Hua walked in quickly, staring at him anxiously.

Shen Moxi's eyes swept over her and his brows slightly creased. Wearing pajamas, with bare feet, wasn't she cold?

He walked past her to the door and bent down to pick up a pair of cotton swabs. Then he crouched at her feet, slippers in one hand and her ankles in the other, and put the swab over her feet.

The warmth of her fingertips caressed her cold skin, throbbing her heart, making her uncontrollably flinch.

The large male cotton loops made her feet seem extra empty, but at least it was warmer than being barefoot.

Cheng Tian Painting felt extremely uncomfortable due to his consideration, but he was unable to calm her excited mood. Her inquiring gaze never left him.

When Shen Moxi stood up, his tone was calm as he said, "Rose was planted four years ago because Tensing likes it. Since she is no longer around, leaving her behind is just adding to our sorrows. Moreover …"

He rubbed her chin with his fingertips and looked at her steadily. "The past was my fault," he said.

"And you?" Would it let her fade out of your world? You will never think of her again, will you not love her? " It was as if something had blocked Cheng Tian painting's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

For the first time, when she heard that he wanted to give up on Yang Tianxin, she felt a sense of loss.

Shen Moxi pondered for a long time before opening his mouth.

But Cheng Tian Hua quickly put his index finger on his lips and shook his head, "Don't say it, don't give up on her, don't forget about her, don't not love her, don't …" Cut off the roses she likes. "

Tears rolled down her cheeks, as if... He was really going to give her up.

Shen Moxi's gaze gradually turned into surprise. He opened his mouth and said, "Little picture …"

Her reaction was too abnormal. It was definitely not the kind of reaction a normal woman would have.

Shouldn't she be happy and forget about Yang Manxin with him?

Cheng Tian Painting really wanted to tell Shen Muxi that she was his darling, but he was afraid of scaring him into thinking that he was crazy. She remembered that Gu Zi Hao had said that Shen Muxi didn't believe that she was Yang Tenxin.

No wonder he didn't believe her. After all, even she didn't dare to believe her own words.

"Just what …" "What's wrong?" Shen asked, puzzled. Since last night, Cheng Tian's painting has been inexplicably abnormal.

"I just want to leave those flowers behind." Cheng Tian Hua pleaded.

"Why?"

"Because... I like it. "

"You like it?" Shen Moxi looked at her, then nodded his head. "Since you said that you want to stay, then stay. It's your decision."

"Thank you." With these words of gratitude, she turned around and walked out.

If it was before, Cheng Tian Painting did not want to stay in the Shen Mansion for even a moment longer, but today, she has yet to leave.

When Shen Muxi went out, he stood in front of the house and watched Cheng Tianyi's figure in the corridor on the second floor. After he left the study, she chased the servants away and planted the cut off half of the rose back into the garden.

It was a cold day, and her hands were covered with dirt and her clothes were dirty, but she didn't care.

He suddenly recalled that year in the Cheng family's small courtyard, Yang Tenxin was the same as before squatting down by the soil to cultivate the rose. She said that the rose's vitality was tenacious, that the flower's red color was unsightly, and that the flower's bloom was long, so she liked it.

Looking at Cheng Tian painting, it was as if he could see Yang Tingxin from that time.

He quickly turned his face away, hating himself for thinking about Yang Manxin again.

After Shen Moxi left, the old lady stood at the same spot where Shen Moxi was standing a moment ago. She looked at Cheng Tian Painting and asked, "You said that the small painting was not stimulated to the point of losing its mind?"

Sister Zhang thought for a moment, then nodded. "It does seem a little bit cold. We can ask the gardeners to get it."

"Am I pushing her too far?"

Sister Zhang did not say anything. The old lady sighed and said, "It seems to be true."

After Cheng Tian Painting had planted all of the cut off Rose, he looked at the garden that was still full of vitality and finally revealed a satisfied smile.

She went back to her bedroom, washed her hands, and changed into a set of clean clothes before heading downstairs.

When the old lady sitting on the sofa on the first floor saw her, she stood up and asked, "Little Painting, are you alright?"

Cheng Tian Painted looked at the old lady's concerned eyes and smiled at her, "I'm fine."

"Aren't you on vacation today? You still want to go out? " The old woman glanced at the satchel in her hand.

"I have something to do outside." Ever since he found out about his past with Shen Muxi, Cheng Tian Painting's resentment towards the old lady was not so deep. After all, she was his grandmother and the only family member of her beloved one.

Looking at the back of Cheng Tian Painting, the old lady was surprised. She said in a daze, "Was she smiling at me just now?"

"The young madam is not a vengeful person." Sister Zhang smiled.

After Cheng Tian painting left the Shen Mansion, he directly drove towards the Yang Mansion.

She followed the route she had found before leaving the room, and it went quite smoothly for her. After she parked the car in front of the Yang family's gate, she got out of the car and stood at the iron gate.

"Large... "Eldest Miss?" The big brother security guard's legs were trembling as he stared blankly at the Cheng Tian painting that suddenly appeared.

The other young man was very calm. He looked at his colleague in confusion, then looked at Cheng Tian painting and laughed, "Miss, don't mind it. My brother Kang has never seen a beauty before."

Cheng Tian Painting smiled indifferently, "My name is Cheng Tian Painting. Please help me inform your Mistress Yang that I want to see her."

"Alright, I'll go now." The young security guard hurried into the duty room and buzzed the doorbell of the main house.

Mistress Yang hesitated for a moment before instructing him to bring Cheng Tian painting in.

Cheng Tian Hua followed his security lackeys and walked towards the main house. As he stepped into the house, he saw Mistress Yang staring at him with a guarded expression.

After the security guards retreated, Cheng Tian Hua looked disdainfully at her defenses and mockingly smiled, "How scared is Mistress Yang to see me? Or do you feel guilty? "

Mistress Yang retracted the guard on her face and stared at her coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Let me tell you something." Cheng Tian Painting did not plan to beat around the bush with her and went straight to the point. "I already know why you killed my mother …"

"You don't need to make it sound so bad. If I had really killed your mother, you would have brought the police to arrest me long ago." Mistress Yang interrupted her angrily.

Cheng Tian Painting nodded his head. That's right, she was indeed helpless against her in this matter. However, today, she did not come to investigate the cause of her mother's death, but …

"What I want to tell you is not this, but something else …" When Cheng Tian Hua said this, he could clearly see a trace of nervousness flash across Mistress Yang's face. It seemed that she really felt guilty.

"I already know about what happened between me, Yang Tingxin, and Shen Moxi." "No," she said.

Mistress Yang was indeed flustered as she sized her up. Other than her worry, there was also doubt in her eyes.

She did not say anything, as if she was waiting for Cheng Tian painting to finish.

He stared at her and said, "On Shen Muxi's fourteenth birthday, you asked me to attend his birthday banquet in place of Yang Tianxin. During the banquet, I made a mistake and ran out of the Shen family, saving Shen Muxi, who was cutting off his wrist and committing suicide. I fell in love with Shen Muxi, who promised to marry me when he returned from the country. "When he returned home, the first thing he did was to propose marriage to the Yang family. After that, you naturally took the place of me and married me into the Shen family, right?"