My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 615 - 534: They Are All Pitiful People

"So, you’ve been defeated. I want to have Lu Qing, you want to have Qin Miaomiao. Our goals are essentially the same. But those two are doing great right now. Even if you drink yourself to death, they wouldn’t know, and others would laugh at you for nothing."

"Do you remember our previous agreement? Since we’ve decided to cooperate, we must take things to the extreme. You wouldn’t go soft at the critical moment, would you?"

Li Li didn’t even glance at her. He closed his eyes and recalled those wedding photos he had seen online before.

A sense of powerlessness filled his chest.

Once again, he watched her don her wedding dress and marry someone else. The first time, he was drunk for three days and nights. Later, when he found out she wasn’t doing well, he felt heartache mixed with a slight sense of schadenfreude. He thought he might still have a chance.

But now, all he felt was a deep sense of powerlessness. Lu Qing protected her so well.

She’s now even adopted by Mr. Su as his goddaughter. She’s living so well that even catching a glimpse of her has become a luxury.

What’s the point of being with so many women?

What’s the point of having Huang Shan, who wore her old face, beneath him? 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

His heart remained empty, and after fleeting moments of joy came only a greater sense of loss that consumed him.

"The plan remains unchanged. I will invest more capital and resources and let you proceed with the operations. I have only one requirement: defeat Qin Miaomiao."

Mo Wenwan looked at his face and clicked her tongue twice. "So, this is what it looks like when love turns into hate. You want to see her begging for mercy, don’t you?"

He remained silent. Begging for mercy?

No, that woman is far too proud. He simply... just wanted to see her more.

Just seeing her—not wanting to become strangers or being gradually forgotten by her. He couldn’t bear living only with pitiful, old memories.

The greatest pain in life is the inability to have and the agony of losing.

As for him, he had never truly possessed her, and he had already lost her long ago.

He took another harsh gulp of alcohol, closing his eyes as a trace of sorrow crossed his face.

Mo Wenwan looked at the sadness on his face. Deep within her heart, something dark seemed to stir.

She couldn’t help but take the bottle herself and down a large gulp. Why had she gone to such lengths?

Wasn’t it all for that one person—to make him look at her?

Even if filled with hatred toward her, just to lay eyes on her would suffice. How long had it been since she last saw him?

All this time, she repeatedly stared at those photos, gently tracing his face in the images, as stabbing pain shot through her chest.

Before, she could still bump into him by chance, call him Brother Qing a few times, and shamelessly act cute, pleading. Even those rare meals together left enough for her to reminisce in slow detail.

But everything changed after Qin Miaomiao appeared—it all came to an abrupt halt.

No matter how much effort she put in to orchestrate chance encounters, she could hardly exchange a few words with him.

The person who had always lingered in her heart was a man against whom all others together could never even compare.

How laughable. No matter how many men she’d been to bed with, no matter how many proclaimed their love to her—it wouldn’t amount to a single glance from him.

This was the unescapable sin of her lifetime. She accepted it!

"We’re destined to be pitiful souls, aren’t we? But even so, we must keep going."

Otherwise, what’s the point?

Li Li finally opened his eyes and glanced at her. His voice was soft yet resolute:

"Stick with the original plan. If we’re going to fight, let’s fight viciously. The matter you mentioned to me before—it’s time to bring it forward."

"Alright," she replied.

Sunlight streamed in through the window. Mo Wenwan gazed at the shadow cast in the light and curled her lips into a smile. If it took using sinister methods to achieve her goals, then even if it meant selling her soul to the devil—she was willing to do it.