Chapter 183
"So?" Shen Qingqing sneered, but there was no disdain in her words.
The reason for the whole thing is that Yin Jingyun loves Huo Tingyan, but how can Huo Tingyan have real feelings?
Besides, even if he is an illegitimate son, he is also a member of the Huo family. Mr. Huo will never allow him to marry an actor.
"I can't refuse him, and I can't help loving him. Even if he calls Qingqing when he holds me, I don't care!"
Yin Jingyun laughed at himself, laughing at his stupidity and how he delivered his body and mind so easily. He couldn't live without that man.
Shen Qingqing was silent for a moment. She knew that everyone had their own obsession, and she had no way to judge other people's lives. Maybe she would wake up only after she was completely hurt once!
"Yin Jingyun, for your sake, I advise you to stay away from Huo Tingyan. You can't afford to provoke him. I don't want to see you end up too miserable!"
There were still bursts of pain in her ankle. Shen Qingqing walked forward, but Yin Jingyun's voice came again behind her.
"It's too late. I can't take back what I paid! It's you. Since you know him so well, you should know that he can't achieve his goal and will never stop!"
Shen Qingqing paused slightly for two steps, turned back and said with a smile, "I know what he is better than you! I have a word for you to tell Huo Tingyan. If he dares to talk about Sheng Xia and a Yan, I will let him see what crazy Shen Qingqing is like. After all, the things he did eight years ago are not perfect!"
Yin Jingyun stood in place and looked at Shen Qingqing's back. She was desolate and stubborn, but her words were so powerful. Even after five years in prison, not everyone could learn the kind of arrogance she showed in her bones.
She thought, this is probably why Huo Tingyan likes her.
In fact, he looks strong and cruel, but he has a low self-esteem in his heart. After all, he is an illegitimate child that the Huo family does not recognize.
After leaving the imperial dynasty, Shen Qingqing took a taxi to the church by the sea. Every time she missed ah Yan, she would go. When she saw the angel, she seemed to see ah Yan still around her.
When night fell, there was no light, and it was dark all around. Shen Qingqing held a candle in her hand, and the candle light shook slightly.
She quietly opened the door of the chapel and walked inward step by step.
There was a grand piano in the chapel. She put the candlestick flat on the piano, and then sat down beside the piano. Her white fingertips turned the score and made a slight sound.
Her fingertips crossed the black-and-white keys at random, but she could no longer play a complete song.
The cold and quiet night, the beautiful and quiet woman, the dim yellow candle light scattered on her white cheeks, cast a mottled shadow behind her, the slender eyelashes stained with a little water mist, trembled slightly under the candle light, like beating stars.
Shen Qingqing is completely immersed in her own world. She would rather lick her wounds than expose her vulnerability to others.
At the moment, she was isolated from the world. Naturally, she didn't notice the corner shrouded in darkness. The man leaned against the door of the chapel, then slowly approached her and squatted beside her.
He whispered, "Qing Qing, are you okay?"