Tang Beichan’s voice grew increasingly weak.
The air instantly turned cold and silent.
A flash of red crossed Fu Yumo’s eyes: “What does he plan to offer in exchange?”
At the office door, Jiang Nuan gripped the tie in her hand, her face pale as she stepped back.
Her ears were filled with a buzzing noise, she searched for her pill bottle but couldn’t remember she had taken the medicine home and locked it up days ago.
The buzzing grew clearer—
The angry shouts of her mother during an argument with her father: “Have I ever enjoyed any luxury with you? How much money can you make in a lifetime?”
The gossip at school when the rumor spread: “Jiang Nuan’s mom is actually a mistress? No wonder she stole her best friend’s boyfriend.”
After Zhao Yu’s death, the accusations from classmates: “Jiang Nuan is really ruthless, she pushed Zhao Yu into the fire and ran away!”
Jiang Nuan suddenly crouched down, clutching her head, screaming in despair: “Stop it, stop it!”
At that moment, Lin Bei’s voice came from in front of her: “Jiang Nuan, what’s wrong with you?”
Jiang Nuan snapped back to reality, staring blankly at her.
Lin Bei’s eyes suddenly focused, she strode over and grabbed Jiang Nuan’s wrist.
On her fair skin, the letters ‘LB’ were clearly visible as a tattoo.
There was a time in college when it was trendy for lovers to tattoo each other’s initials on their bodies.
Back then, Jiang Nuan and Lin Bei were so close they were almost like one person, naturally, they got tattoos of each other’s names.
Lin Bei paused, her face changing.
She flung Jiang Nuan’s hand away as if she had been electrocuted: “Why are you still keeping this? Isn’t it disgusting enough for me?”
Jiang Nuan’s hand trembled as she tried to hide the tattoo: “Lin Bei, I…”
She just couldn’t bear to lose this most beautiful memory of her life.
But Lin Bei didn’t want to listen, her gaze filled with utmost disgust: “Go wash it off, and I don’t want my future husband to be around someone like you!”
“Have some sense, get lost.”
With that, she stormed off.
Jiang Nuan watched her angry retreating figure, burying her head deep into her arms.
