"Prisoner 0425, you're now free from prison, vow to become a better person from today onwards."
The Warden's voice rang out in routine cadence.
The heavy iron gate slowly opened as a woman with an old bag walked out.
Seaweed-like long hair draped over her shoulders, black pupils showing kindness, a bright red lip, even dressed in plain clothes, she couldn't remove a refined demeanor.
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ears, revealing a barely noticeable scar on her forehead.
Looking up, the LED screen on the business street opposite is broadcasting the wedding of a man and woman.
Slowly, she clenched her fingers into fists, the knuckles turning white.
The intense hatred filled her eyes.
All of a sudden, she hooked a cold smile on her red lips.
Three years, Shen Qinghuan is finally back, but her heart has died!
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Shen Qinghuan went to the wedding venue.
It was a marital union between the Wen and Song families; the entire Jiang city was bustling with excitement, and only Shen Qinghuan felt her limbs turn cold.
She made her way into the venue amidst the commotion, the wedding hadn't officially started. She slipped into a corner, staring at Wen Jingqi not far off.
Three years, he hadn't changed, still as handsome as ever, catching everyone's attention.
A woman stood next to him, charming, elegant, and beautiful.
It was Song Senmei, the renowned talented lady and socialite of Jiang City, the heiress to the Song Family.
Shen Qinghuan could not control the chill spreading throughout her body. She stared fiercely at Wen Jingqi, who was holding Song Senmei and laughing heartily, wishing she could bore a hole into him with her gaze!
She was personally sent to jail by him, spending three years living without seeing daylight, and yet, he chose to have his wedding on the day of her release!
Had he ever loved her, even just a bit? Had he ever cherished her, even just a little?
“Master Wen has arrived——”
A resonant voice rang out.
Shen Qinghuan slowly raised her head, looking in the direction of the voice.
A man was walking over, surrounded by a crowd.
He bore a face similar to that of Wen Jingqi, but they exuded completely different styles.
Wen Jingqi was someone whose entire being carried an inherent air of tyranny, while this man seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, keeping everyone at arm's length.
With his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, an unnoticeable alienation radiated between his frowning brows. Yet, there was an indescribable beauty about him. His exceptional attractiveness was truly stunning.
Shen Qinghuan paused for a moment, then began to mockingly smile.
Wen Jingzhou, the older brother of Wen Jingqi.
——
The wedding ceremony concluded and Shen Qinghuan secretly followed Wen Jingzhou into the hotel.
After locating his room, she went downstairs and waited for the right opportunity on the first floor.
If she had guessed correctly, Wen Jingzhou should be changing his clothes now and he would be coming down soon.
At that moment, a female waitress carrying red wine passed by her.
Shen Qinghuan rose to her feet and intentionally bumped into the waitress.
In an instant, Shen Qinghuan was soaked in red wine.
"Can't you see where you're going?" The waitress said, glaring at her.
Shen Qinghuan quickly balanced the wine and bent down to apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
The waitress shot a glance at Shen Qinghuan, looking at her stained uniform poised to speak.
Shen Qinghuan beat her to it: "My lady, let me help you with your stained clothes."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took out a few bills from her pocket and stuffed them into the waitress' pocket, apologizing with a smile, "I'm really sorry."
The waitress' face softened, and she handed the wine to Shen Qinghuan, "To Mr. Wen at room 202 on the second floor. Just make sure not to deliver it to the wrong place."
"I know." Shen Qinghuan replied with a smile.
At the corner of the stairwell, Shen Qinghuan poured white powder from her pocket into the wine, shook it around, and then knocked on the door.
The door opened, and Wen Jingzhou poked his head out, sparing her only a fleeting glance, "Yes?"
Shen Qinghuan lowered her head, "Mr. Wen, your wine."
Wen Jingzhou took the wine and was about to close the door without any further conversation.
Feeling a surge of urgency, Shen Qinghuan called out, "Mr. Wen!"
