Blood, bright red blood all over the ground, Xiaocao, the hourly worker, was frightened when he opened the door. She screamed and called the hospital.

She was so depressed that she didn't want to wake up in her dream, but she was only suffering from pain on her wrist, which made her unable to sleep. "Why, I gave up and still had such pain." She murmured, tears slowly overflowing from her eyes, as if she couldn't lock the faucet.

"Qingyi, why are you so stupid? Why are you so stupid?" Shuqi cried so sadly. When she received a call from Qingyi this morning, she thought she had finally agreed to accompany her to the movie. Who knew she was a part-time worker. She said that Qingyi was in the hospital and could not find anyone, so she could only find her.

When she came here, she saw the pale and terrifying Qingyi, so beautiful Qingyi! How could she not think about it? Every time she called her, she always smiled sweetly on the phone, as if the happiest woman in the world was her. Every time she heard that brilliant and almost perfect smile, she was happy for her in her heart.

"Xiaolang, I really love you, I love you very much." She murmured softly, with an incomparable pain on her pale face.

Three days later, Zheng Xiaolang was in the office. "The president, many reporters are waiting for you at the door. Do you want to be interviewed?" the secretary politely knocked on his door and asked.

"It seems that there is nothing to interview recently. Could it be the product we have newly developed?" He supported his head and thought to himself.

"You bastard, how could you let Qingyi commit suicide?" The door was pushed open with force, and a man pushed open his presidential room and broke in.

"What are you talking nonsense? Get out if you have nothing to do. Don't think I'm afraid of you Mu's group?" He glanced at the man in front of him with his eyes. He had seen this man, the second son of Mu's group. He had also had dinner with Qingyi.

"I, nonsense. Haven't you seen so many reporters waiting for you? There is such a good wife who is still twisting outside. I really don't know why Qingyi is so stupid." He looked at the man in the leather chair with contempt. If Shu Qi hadn't called him to tell him that Qingyi had cut his wrist and committed suicide, he would have thought that his concessions would have fulfilled Qingyi's happiness. Now he would have wanted to kill the beast in front of him.

"Madam, your hands are not yet well. I will bring you what you want to eat." Aunt Xiaocao, the hourly worker, sat in front of Qingyi with pity.

"Auntie, why are there so noisy outside?" She asked weakly as she listened to the noisy sound outside the yard.

"There are many reporters who want to interview you and ask you why you committed suicide?" Xiaocao knew that she couldn't hide it anymore, so she simply said it.

"They are all sympathizing with you, saying that sir shouldn't have raised a mistress outside when they are newly married..." She smiled bitterly. Could it be okay except for the newly married?

"You let the reporters come in, I want to talk to them." She ordered, concealing the pain in her heart, because she understood something that she might have done something that hurt him by accident. Although her original intention was that she would commit suicide and leave him freedom, she now realized that she did not have the right to die.

"I'm sorry, I just slid down while taking a shower and broke the mirror. Unfortunately, I cut my wrist. I didn't expect it to alarm you reporters. Thank you for your concern for me." She smiled gracefully, as if it was a real accident.

"But it is said that Mr. Zheng and a woman live intimately in a small suite in the city. Can you give us an explanation?" I don't know which magazine reporter gave her the topic.
Chapter completed!