Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She opened her jewelry box and took out the heavy gold chain.
Strung on the gold chain was a heavy gold ring, adorned with an etching of a tiger.
It looked like it had been around for a long time–an antique.
That man had left her this, and nothing else.
If she had not been left with this object, Song Wenxin could easily have assumed that what had happened that day had been a dream, because it was so surreal.
So, who on Earth was that man, and why did he take away her necklace? Also, why did he leave her with this weird-looking necklace?
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Song Wenxin had not expected the repercussions of their altercation with the Shens to be so swift.
In the early morning of the following day, a team of police officers turned up at their doorstep.
Song Wenxin had initially assumed that the police had arrived to attend to the matter of Shen Jiayu being beaten up by her brother.
But she was wrong, and the situation was a lot more serious than she had imagined.
“The police suspect that Songhe Tang is involved in the manufacturing of fake medicine that has resulted in two deaths. We are to take the owner back to the station for further investigation!”
With that announcement, they immediately proceeded to take Song Jiamu away without so much as a by-your-leave.
Mrs. Song was so shocked by the news that she almost collapsed, and she had to be helped to her room by Song Wenxin.
Mr. Song just sat in the living room, chain-smoking and looking very troubled.
Song Wenxin was totally stunned. All this had happened so suddenly. She knew very well that this bolt from the sky was the doing of the Shen family, who had deliberately set out to frame them!
The Shen’s were indeed a vicious lot. With this fell swoop, they had managed to not only destroy the little business that her family owned but, more importantly, also made sure that her brother, Song Jiamu’s, life would be effectively over!
This charge of manufacturing fake medicine, if proven and convicted, could result in a jail term ranging from a few years to a few decades, or worse still–the death penalty!
Just the thought of the long imprisonment, or a possible death penalty, was enough to send Song Wenxin into a panic, causing her to hyperventilate and feel unsteady on her feet.
In that instant, the phone rang again.
Seeing that her parents were in the living room, Song Wenxin walked into her bedroom to take the call.
“Wenxin, did you see what has happened? This is the consequence of calling off the engagement!” Shen Jiayu said gleefully over the phone.
“Shen Jiayu, you son-of-a-b*tch!” Song Wenxin screamed at him in a rage.
That jerk, who, in the past, had always put on a front of being a true gentleman whenever he was with her, had finally shown his true colors!
Son of a b*tch!
“You can hurl insults at me all you like, but it won’t change anything. I just want to inform you that, right now, I am the only one who could save Song Jiamu! He is still so young. Surely you wouldn’t want to see him being destroyed by me?!”
“What exactly do you want?” Song Wenxin demanded impatiently, her internal alarms sounding. She knew that he had not called just to offer his help!
“I have booked a room at the hotel for tonight. The location and room access card are in an envelope now sitting in the mailbox of your house!”
“What do you mean by that?” Song Wenxin asked, looking increasingly suspicious and upset.
“You know very well what I mean! Song Wenxin, I have been courting you for so long, and yet, you still refuse to sleep with me! So now, I not only want you to marry me but also to give me your first time!”
Oh, his sneering tone was so despicable!
Shaking with rage, Song Wenxin was unable to speak for a while.
“Ha. Have you forgotten that you had sold me to another man? I no longer have a ‘first time’!” she retorted, suppressing her anger and trying hard to sound nonchalant.
“That man never laid a finger on you!”