She picked up the machete in the kitchen and smashed all the memories of her and Li Zecheng’s love.

In the end, the room was in a mess.

However, she fell to the ground in exhaustion and wailed.

Finally, she could cry wantonly on this empty night.

“Ah!” She roared like a mad lion.

It was like a helpless little rabbit wailing in despair.

“Li Zecheng, you destroyed me.”

“If you don’t love me, why did you get involved with me?”

“Why?”

She didn’t know how long she cried. Finally, she fainted on the cold floor.

Ever since Qiao An was discharged from the hospital, Li Zecheng felt vaguely uneasy.

Third Madam and Wei Xin added fuel to the fire. “Ze Cheng, do you have anything important at home? Do you need me to help you take it out? Once Qiao An comes home, she will definitely search everywhere for evidence of your adultery. If she finds out, it will be very disadvantageous for you.”

Li Zecheng said, “Don’t worry, she won’t be able to find anything.”

Third Madam looked smug. “Fortunately, you were guarding against her.”

In the middle of the night, Li Zecheng opened the surveillance software on his phone. When he saw Qiao An sitting on the ground and crying her heart out, he was stunned.

Qiao An, who had always been domineering, lived so proudly in front of him and never showed her cowardice to outsiders. He didn’t expect her to break down so badly.

Seeing her cry so desperately and helplessly, Li Zecheng felt inexplicably frustrated.

He seemed to comprehend how badly he had hurt Qiao An.

He put down the phone silently, his eyes shrouded in shame in the night.

“I’m sorry, Qiao An.”

When she woke up the next day, Qiao An realized that her eyes were swollen like peaches.

Qiao An looked at the mess on the ground with half-opened eyes, and a hint of coldness shot out from her misty eyes.

She stood up unsteadily and used hot water to reduce the swelling in her eyes before putting on exquisite makeup for herself. Finally, she found beautiful clothes in the cloakroom. She wore a black tight knit dress with a high slit on the side and a short coat with fake fur.

She looked valiant.

Then, she left with her exquisite handbag.

She looked back at the wedding photos on the wall, her eyes emitting a cold and vicious light.

Li Zecheng, since you provoked me first, don’t blame me for returning the favor.

At the Night Bar, an elegant woman wearing sunglasses stood at the front desk and said in an extremely arrogant tone, “Get your boss to come out.”

When Lan Xi came out and saw the beautiful woman in front of her, she was stunned.

“Damn, Qiao An, why did you change your style?”

“To be at home with the atmosphere here.”

“This is not a place for you?”

Lan Xi pulled Qiao An into a small, quiet room. Qiao An took off her sunglasses and looked at the petrified Lan Xi. She explained her intentions.

“I want a beautiful woman.”

Qiao An hooked Lan Xi’s chin. “That kind of unclean beauty. She has to be good-looking, the more gorgeous the better. It’s best if she’s the kind that makes people fall for her at a glance.”

Lan Xi’s mouth formed a standard circle. Then she understood and snapped her fingers. “I understand. You want to take revenge on your scumbag husband, right? Let him contract that disgraceful illness? Let him be despised by everyone?”

Qiao An’s voice was cold. “This is a test of his humanity. If he cherishes himself, he will definitely be able to protect himself.”

Soon, Lan Xi found a woman. She had golden curly hair and fair skin; her facial features were charming.

Jo Ann froze the moment she saw her.

This woman was really too beautiful, and her charm was natural.

After the woman sat down, Qiao An took out a photo from his bag and said, “I want you to sleep with him. You’ll be paid 500,000 dollars after you succeed. This 100,000 dollars is your deposit.”

The woman’s smoke-like face was gentle without any aggression.

She picked up the photo calmly and said, “No problem.”

Qiao An said, “I wish you success in advance.”

The woman nodded.

After the woman left, Lan Xi looked at Qiao An steadily, her eyes filled with surprise.

“Qiao An, isn’t that a little too ruthless?”

A lifeless smile appeared on Qiao An’s pale face. “If Li Zecheng just doesn’t love me anymore, if he just broke up with me peacefully, I don’t think I would blame him. I hate him for taking pains to steal my happiness, yet he doesn’t cherish me. My revenge isn’t ruthless at all.”

Lan Xi trembled. She felt unfamiliar with such a cold-blooded Qiao An.

After arranging everything, Qiao An bought a plane ticket and left the capital resolutely.

She missed her sick mother, so she rushed back to the beautiful Jiangnan city, Zeng City.

Her mother was stunned when she saw Jo Ann.

It was not joy, but Qiao An’s transformation. She had once been chubby and sunny. Now, she was thin and tired. There was no longer any brightness in her eyes.

Mother Qiao hugged her daughter and wailed. “An’an, I really regret not stopping you from going to the capital back then. I wanted you to marry that wolf Li Zecheng. You’re not doing well at all, are you?”

Qiao An looked at her mother’s face, which had turned blue and black from her illness. She was skinny, but her weak mother was still worried about her happiness. The guilt in her heart turned into endless hatred.

“Li Zecheng, did you see that? It’s all because of you that my mother, who is terminally ill, feels so terrible.”

She said sadly, “Mom, I’m sorry. I’ve made you worried.”

Madam Qiao comforted her daughter resolutely, “Qiao An, if Li Zecheng isn’t good, let’s forget about him. You can divorce him and Dad and Mom will support you for the rest of your life.”

“Okay.” Qiao An pretended to be perfunctory with Mother Qiao, but her heart was filled with hatred.

How could she let him off so easily?

Even if he wanted a divorce, he had to be covered in wounds.

Qiao An stayed in Zeng City and accompanied Mother Qiao to the hospital for dialysis during the day to wait for a suitable kidney source.

When there was no one around at night, she would lie in bed and look at the work of the woman she hired, Qianshu.

The night was waning.

Hua Qianshu carried a bouquet of fiery red roses to the hospital and walked straight to Li Zecheng’s ward.

“Is this Mr. Li Zecheng?”

In the ward, when Li Zecheng saw Hua Qianshu, he was slightly shocked by her beautiful appearance. However, he had always been vigilant when unfamiliar women approached him.

“Who are you?”

Hua Qianshu walked in gracefully. She stood firmly in front of Li Zecheng, her deliberately lowered collar revealing her better cleavage. “Mr. Li, I work at the flower shop. Your wife ordered a bouquet of roses for you. Please check.”

Li Zecheng took the rose and saw the card inside. It said, “Hubby, I’m going back to my hometown. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

Li Zecheng frowned. “What is she doing?”

Qianshu’s sweet voice sounded, “Sir…”

Li Zecheng looked at her. She bit her lip innocently and looked at him with a passionate and infatuated gaze, as if she was inviting him to a banquet…