During these four years, Yan Xiruo tried every means possible, even though in the eyes of outsiders, Li Jiaqi was already dead.
She still couldn't find a way into He Yingdong's heart.
It wasn't until now that she felt she had a real opportunity.
Yan Xiruo let out a soft laugh.
"A few days ago, He Yingdong sent He Wenyu to a mental institution and sent Old Madam He back to France..."
Yan Xiruo's laughter was somewhat harsh.
Li Jiaqi stood in place, feeling very, very cold.
With all this, everything He Yingdong did seemed justified.
No wonder...
No wonder, so that's how it is.
It turns out the whole world knew, except she was kept in the dark.
"Jiaqi, I told you long ago, you shouldn't be with him, you two aren't suitable for each other, but you wouldn't listen. Your life is really quite unconventional."
"You're lying, I won't believe it."
