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She cried even more as she cried. She laid in Han Chen's embrace, as if she had suffered a great grievance, and the main culprit was her.

A shadow fell over his body, and after a short period of separation, Fu Huayong once again appeared, although this time, he wasn't just cold and angry.

But she did not know, that from the door's angle, it was her who pushed Han Jing, and even wanted to do something, but the ones who cried were afraid of being thin and weak.

She was asking him.

It felt like his chest was suffocating, just like how He Ze didn't trust her.

"I didn't do anything."

However, he didn't believe it, and didn't even spare a glance for it.

The figure crouched down until the distance between the two was no more than a fist. Suddenly, the pain in his chin made him feel as if his chin was being crushed. The hand placed under his chin was like a work of art, but the owner was a beast.

"Scram immediately."

His body froze. Scram? Why did he tell her to scram?

He shook his head vigorously. After a long time, he let go of his hand, but the mark was still there.

Even though she was weak, it didn't mean that she could lower her head: "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, I just didn't do anything."

With that, she struggled to stand up. She, Ning Jin, was never inferior to others.

She stood in front of Han Jing. What was wrong with her? She only wanted to understand one thing, why did Han Jing become like this? Why?

Before he even got close, Han Chen blocked his way: "You can leave, you are not welcome here."

Even he, who had been smiling, frowned.

But things were still not clear.

Han Chen looked at the person behind him and said word by word: "I admit that it was I who brought you there, and I admit that it was my inconsiderate actions that frightened you, but no matter what, I did not have any ill intentions, and you understand this."

These words were laughable, Fu Huayong heard it in such a manner.

"Let's go."

Ning Jin ignored him and continued to speak: "You're the one who told me that you still couldn't let Fu Huayong go, that you were sorry for telling me that, I pitied you, and that's why I said I would help you, so I …"

"Enough!"

The strength of her small body was not small, Han Jing's screams were heart wrenching, was it wrong to love someone?

She just wanted to love someone. Why did she get hurt so many times?

Ning Jin was stunned, then frowned helplessly: "Why don't you let me continue speaking?"

Han Jing covered her ears and shouted non-stop, her emotions and thoughts in disarray, Han Chen immediately hugged her.

"What do you want?"

A few gusts of wind passed by and his body was dragged toward the door.

"Let go!" She struggled free, but grabbed onto her hand like a rope. She was unable to remove it no matter what, until she left the house. Fu Huayong stood in front of her without saying a word, and only looked at her, causing her to fall into an abyss.

It was still a look of distrust.

she lamented.

"You know that I don't love you. Our marriage is only for profit, I don't want to be the Young Grandma of the Fu Family."

His eyes were sharp. "So?"

Ning Jin laughed as he cried, and retorted with a question, "Do you know what I promised Han Jing?

Fu Huayong did not say anything, but became colder and colder.

Ning Jin laughed again: "I promised her that I would help him pursue you. You said that you wouldn't touch her because she's too pure, so I made her black.

Everything had been done out of goodwill, but the outcome had been out of hand.

Fu Huayong tightened the grip on his hand as he moved forward with a sullen face: "So you want to let this lackey sully her?"

"Mm!?"

Ning Jin was startled, and immediately rejected the idea: "Impossible, I have never done it."

Fu Huayong laughed coldly, "Impossible? How could it be such a coincidence? Or is it just a coincidence? "

She wanted to say this, but she didn't believe it herself.

Was he admitting it? Or was he speechless?

Fu Huayong did not say a word, and even looked at him stingy, as he turned to leave.

The sky was dark, and the rain was heavier than it had been before. It wasn't as heavy as it had been on her own, but her thoughts seemed to have cleared up.

He thought that she had brought her into the bar because she wanted to harm her and because she had been pestering him, she was jealous, but wasn't Han Jing clearer than anyone else about this?

Or did she say all of this? Ning Jin felt as though the sky was falling down because he couldn't breathe.

Sitting in the car, her body was completely wet. The sky was cold and her body was trembling uncontrollably. She felt helpless and bitter. Perhaps, she would be framed in her entire life.

Ning Jin, accept your fate, she thought in despair.

When Fu Huayong returned, everything had returned to normal. If not for Han Jing's tears, everything would have never happened.

Han Chen frowned: "Did she do anything to you?"

Han Jing shook her head, but became dispirited.

Fu Huayong walked over and asked: "What happened while we were not here?"

She raised her head and said, "When she came in, she asked me what was wrong. I was very scared, and then she leaned towards me, and I fell down. If it wasn't for the fact that you and I came early, I would have been very afraid of something happening."

Han Chen lowered his gaze, looked at his little sister who had been frightened out of her wits, and felt a wave of pain in his heart: "I don't want Little Jing to be harmed again, so it's best if you stay far away from my little sister. You should also go."

"Brother." After saying that, Han Jing suddenly raised her head, and explained: "This has nothing to do with Brother Hua Yong, why do you say such words? I forbid it. "

Han Chen was not willing to compromise, he forced himself to say: "Tomorrow, I'll send you over to my parents' place, I can't possibly let you continue to stay here."

These words were like a hammer hitting Han Jing, striking him hard. Her body trembled: "No, I won't go, unless I die, I won't go to a place without Brother Hua Yong."

"Little Jing …"

His tone was one of helplessness as he had already thought of this answer a long time ago.

In a low corner, her thin figure curled up, her clothes stained with dust, looking a little lifeless. As she drove, she didn't know where to go, but the rain had washed away her motivation to continue forward, so she decided to find a corner where no one was.

She was very cold, and she did not like the dark. She had always been strong enough to forget the past, and at least no one could hurt her. However, no matter how tightly she wrapped herself up, there would still be a day when she would be exposed.

Or a new injury.

It wasn't because he was special, but because he, like everyone else, didn't trust her.

She never had that kind of intention before, and she didn't know if Han Jing had lied, but no matter what, it was desolate.