My Ceo Husband is Sworn Enemy-Chapter 401 - : Meeting Once Again

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Meeting Once Again

Ding Yinuo’s words pierced my heart like a cold, sharp knife, and I was reminded of the times I bled and struggled for the company, Tianjiao.

It seemed like a mockery, an ironic attack on me.

I even began to doubt my life.

“Mr. Ding, I really want to know, how could you lay a hand on me? Stab me with a knife?”

I watched him with a derisive smile.

Ding Yinuo stood up and straightened his clothes,

“If you go too far, it’s not completely impossible.”

That sentence brought me back to my senses.

Heartache!

At that time, I was also hot-headed, perhaps just to provoke him deliberately, and thus I said,

“Mr. Ding’s words can’t threaten me. There’s a saying, ‘it takes two to tango.’ The issue can’t be just with me alone, it’s possible that Jiang Jiaying is also at fault. If you insist on laying the blame on me, then I’m sorry, I might have to disappoint you.”

“Fine, you’re asking for it!”

Ding Yinuo left angrily.

After he left, Jian Jing hurried in,

“Ayun, Ding Yinuo has really changed so much, he’s almost unrecognizable. Damn, the things he said just now are so infuriating, I really wanted to go up there and slap him.”

“Forget it, let him be!”

“It’s so annoying, you know, all men are no good! When Yu Jiahang was wooing me, he was extremely attentive, but now look at him, he’s so stingy even about the money for his daughter’s formula. Sometimes I think about just divorcing him. But then I think, if I do, my daughter will lose her father’s love, it’s so…”

“Does Yu Jiahang help out with anything now?”

“Help out my ass, he just goes to see the daughter after work, holds and coos her a bit. The moment she cries, he passes her back to me. It’s like the child is a toy that he plays with for a while. When she cries, he discards her. That man has no patience at all, even with his own flesh and blood, what else can you expect from him?”

“Is he still involved with that woman outside…”

“I haven’t inquired, and I don’t want to care anymore. Now all I want is to raise my child well; let him do whatever he likes.”

Reality is always filled with helplessness.

Jian Jing’s woes truly had no remedy.

Life is like that; sometimes even when you know you’ve gone astray, looking back there is no way to return.

Time quickly arrived at the next morning.

I arrived at the agreed location as previously discussed with Lin Nansheng.

It was the grand opening of the logistics company.

From a distance, I could see Jiang Jiaying, dressed in an off-the-shoulder white evening dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, the epitome of elegance from head to toe, her high heels accentuating her graceful demeanor. Like a socialite, she stood next to Ding Yinuo amongst the crowd, looking like a perfectly matched, eye-catching couple.

There were a lot of people, but all eyes were intensely focused on them.

Although the celebration hadn’t started, journalists were already interviewing her.

“Miss Jiang, it is said that Mr. Lin will announce the ownership of the logistics park today. Can you give us a spoiler in advance about what it concerns?”

Jiang Jiaying smiled,

“Sorry, it’s not convenient for me to disclose anything at the moment, please wait patiently. However, this matter is most likely related to me.”

“There was a rumor about Mr. Lin on the internet before. Will the woman from the rumor appear today? Is it related to you?”

“The woman from the rumor… is over there, you can go interview her.”

Never would I have expected that as soon as I appeared, Jiang Jiaying would smilingly direct the journalists to me.

I was completely unprepared.

I was surrounded by a throng of people.

All manner of flashing lights and cameras were practically shoved in my face, and at that moment, looking at Jiang Jiaying, I really wanted to curse her out.

This damn woman was truly causing me all kinds of trouble.

“Miss Song, may I ask what kind of relationship you have with Mr. Lin? With such a big age gap, don’t you face communication barriers?”

“When do you plan to make this relationship public?”

“I’ve heard that the registered legal person for this logistics park is you. Has President Lin transferred all his assets to you?”

“Miss Song, do you believe in love?”

They were pressing in, bombarding me with a variety of outlandish questions.

Some of them were openly attacking me personally.

I hadn’t had the chance to respond when suddenly a woman from the crowd cursed at me, “President Lin has a family, a wife, and children. How can you shamelessly seduce someone like that? Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?”

“Shameless woman, no dignity, luring someone else’s husband, you vixen…”

Before I knew it, someone in the crowd started throwing eggs and vegetable leaves at me.

Following someone’s lead, the crowd began pointing fingers and swearing at me.

“Don’t let her off, she’s a vixen, hit her!”

It was truly a case of kicking someone when they’re down.

Facing this barrage of accusations, I was truly at a loss for words, never in my wildest dreams had I thought my attendance at a celebration would turn into a public denunciation.

And, after I was hit in the face with rotten eggs, amidst the chaos, people started throwing stones and snatching my bag.

After a loud smack, I felt a sticky liquid running down my face. I reached up to wipe it and was about to see who had done it.

In the midst of the chaos, someone pushed me, and I fell to the ground.

Someone took the opportunity to kick me a few times.

I wanted to escape, but debris had gotten into my eyes and I couldn’t open them.

It was then amidst the turmoil, a pair of large hands grabbed mine, pulling me up from the ground and swiftly leading me away from the scene.

While one hand was still trying to rub the debris from my eyes, the other was being led by him, staggering away from the scene.

We walked unsteadily, and several times when I was about to fall, his other arm caught me.

My eyes were pasted shut with filth, and I couldn’t open them, I just ran along, led by one large hand.

Stumbling along, we finally reached a corner.

“Alright, it’s over! Stay here, don’t move, someone will come to get you soon.”

His voice was low and incredibly magnetic, sounding so familiar. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Even in my blinded state, I could recognize it.

He was about to walk away when I reached out and clutched at the hem of his clothes,

“Gu Yuanzhou!”

Groping around, I grabbed his arm and then flung myself into his embrace,

“Gu Yuanzhou, is that you? I know it’s you, don’t go, you can’t go!”

His body stiffened, and he stayed silent.

At that moment, I let out all the grievances I held inside.

For so many days, the fright, the sense of loss, the pain, and that deep-seated guilt and self-reproach had been building up.

And at that moment, they all turned into tears and flowed out.