Chapter 6 (2/2)
Liancheng Yazhi suddenly remembered what Rong Yan had said to him that night when he read about how her mother, Yang Yan, attempted to sell her to President Dong.
No wonder she said that if she wanted to sell herself, she would rather find someone pleasant to look at.
If a compassionate person saw how the document had listed down a life full of hardships, they would find Rong Yan to be very pitiful.
But Liancheng Yazhi couldn’t care less. There were more pitiful people in the world than Rong Yan. Hence, he did not have so much cheap sympathy for her.
Not taking actions against her after she had dared pull a scheme against him was already considered a great type of kindness.
Liancheng Yazhi said, “You can call back the surveillance on her.”
There was a slight crack on Secretary Zhou’s poker face. Liangcheng Yazhi was the one who ordered 24-hour surveillance on her, but he then called it back after an hour. ‘Young Master Ya, your words are not to be trusted.’
Secretary Zhou’s expression was still calm as he nodded. “Yes.”
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Rong Yan seemed to have lost all her strength after coming out of the hotel. Hailing a taxi, she went straight to her house.
After she had entered the door, the dark room seemed to suck all of Rong Yan’s strength that she even had to stagger to the bedside to sit down.
Rummaging inside her bag to take out the morning-after pill she had prepared inside her bag, she put it into her mouth and swallowed it down with no water.
The stinging pain when the tablet brushed past her throat made her want to vomit all the contents in her stomach. But Rong Yan still smiled in the dark night even after experiencing pain and suffering, those only proved that she was still alive. Those who hadn’t experienced death before would not know that pain and suffering sometimes were a blessing.
Rong Yan did not take off her clothes and fell asleep on the bed.
When it was almost dawn, Rong Yan trembled all over. She clutched the bedsheet as beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead. Her face was full of pain, and she was mumbling something.
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