Chapter 62: When a Person is at Their Lowest, They Are Invin

many skills, but you have no opportunity to put them into practice." 。If you don't participate in the real project development, you won't know your true level at all. 。Xiaohan said: This game develop...When a person has no shame, they become truly unstoppable. They will even seize property like this

"Mother lashed out this season: "You have a nerve, don't you For all these years, he's only brought home that measly salary. Where else did the rest of the money go You know best. You haven't worked a day in your life, who do you think supported you and Wen Jian Who bought you this house If we're talking about money, shouldn't I sue you and get this house back"

The mother was just a small accountant, never striving or competing in her life. But for Shu Tinglan, and to prove herself, she truly did report Wen Lan. However, after investigation, it turned out that the house Wen Lan and her daughter lived in wasn't under their name at all, but under Wen Lan's brother's name. There was no way to verify if this house was funded by Shu Minghai.

It turned out that the other party had already made preparations and left themselves a way out.

Later, Wen Jian went abroad for her studies and Wen Lan followed her to immigrate. Shu Tinglan and her mother only learned then that Shu Minghai had been greedy for many years, but all the investments were made in the name of Wen Lan's younger brother. Therefore, he was investigated and detained, but Wen Lan was not implicated. The profits from those investments were transferred several times and laundered in the capital market before being transferred to Wen Lan's name, allowing her and her mother to live a comfortable life for the rest of their days.

They emigrated abroad, living a life of comfort and abundance, while Shu Tinglan and her mother embarked on a truly difficult journey, the gap between their lives as vast as heaven and earth.

Shu Tinglan hated Wen Jian for many years, until after graduation and work, she finally understood that hating a person only hurts oneself. It's better to pretend she doesn't exist, forget the past, and focus on her own work to build her own future.

She had just recovered when Wen Jian appeared.

She sat on the subway for a very long time, train after train, until rush hour, when countless hurried footsteps passed her by, that she came to her senses and got off the subway to go home.

Her mind had gradually returned to calm from the shock of seeing Wen Jian. As she approached her home and was about to open the door, it swung open from the inside. Zhuo Yunan stood in the doorway, looking at her with fury.

“Where were you all day You didn't reply to my messages and your phone was even off.”

Shu Tinglan lowered her head, not wanting to look at him. How did he end up with Wen Jian

Zuo Yu'an's anger dissipated bit by bit.

"You know, when I couldn't reach you, I almost called the police." It was pretty much over. She wasn't responding to my messages, her phone was off, and he had abandoned a pile of work to find her. He checked the building's security footage and saw her looking lost as she walked out of the building and into the subway station.

He rode the subway line to her house for three whole trips back and forth, frantic with worry.

"Are you sick Feeling unwell" Her face was still pale, and she hung her head like a frostbitten eggplant, her energy completely drained. His anger dwindled with every passing moment.

Reach out to feel her forehead, to see if she has a fever.

Shu Tinglan instinctively dodged and replied with a faint, >.

"It's okay."

She walked into the room, sat down on the sofa, and was feeling a bit tired after such an emotional day. Zhuo Yu'an poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her. He squatted in front of her, his voice soft:

"What happened Should we go to the hospital I've made an appointment with a doctor."

Shu Tinglan shook her head, staring intently at Zhuo Yu'an for a while before she finally spoke.

"Zhuo Yu'an, has Wen Jian been with you all these years"

The answer is pretty clear, isn't it The name "ane" has been around since the first product from Zhurong Technology.

Zuo Yu'an quickly realized what she meant and explained...

"I and Wen Jian are just simple friends,"

"Can there be true friendship between men and women" Shu Tinglan countered.

"We're more than just friends, we're partners. We both graduated from Qixing High and happened to choose the same university and major... but..."

"Stop, you don't need to tell me the details, I'm not interested. I only ask you this: between Wen Jian and me, who do you choose You can only choose one, and promise to have nothing to do with the other for the rest of your life."

Shutinglan didn't know why she asked such a question. The face of Zhuo Yunan kept shifting in front of her, morphing into that of her father, Shuminghai.

Dad, if you were still alive, who would you choose Who would you pick

This question is so childish, about Wenjian, she has never let go from the beginning to the end.

In the stillness of the room, Zhuo Yu stood up and sat on the tea table, facing her. He asked...

"Do you hate Wen Jian Why She hasn't returned to China for many years."

Her words already showed favoritism towards Wen Jian, bordering on unreasonable demands.

Shu Tinglan raised her chin to look at him, the light in her eyes gradually dimming. She nodded and said,

"I understand."

The answer is obvious, she's just a fling to him, nothing more. Wen Jian has been with him for years, a comrade in arms who fought side by side or maybe even something deeper. Only an idiot would choose her.

"Shu Tinglan, if you and Wen Jian have any misunderstandings or conflicts, tell me the ins and outs, and I'll help you handle it, okay"

"No need, I'm tired and want to rest. You go ahead."

She didn't want to tell anyone about her relationship with Wen Jian. Saying that her father had an affair and had a illegitimate daughter And she and her mother, like fools, believed her father was a good husband and a good father Even helping her father take care of them

In her arguments with Wenjian, every concession she made under pressure from her father, every apology, was still a vivid image in her mind. She never had Wenjian's smoothness and worldly wisdom growing up. Even if she said it, people would definitely say:

"That's a grudge from the previous generation. Wen Jian is also a victim, she did nothing wrong. You should be more generous and accept this sister who shares your blood."

Will Zhuo Yu'an be an exception

Of course not.

Shutinglan was so tired, she lay in bed with her clothes on. She felt lucky that her mother was hospitalized and couldn't see Wenjian, so she wouldn't have to be stimulated anymore. Her father died, and these things had nowhere to vent. There was no one to ask, what use was it to grind him to dust It had become a disease over time when it was suppressed in her heart. If he hadn't died, you could call him an animal, a scumbag, torture him until he wished he was dead, and repay all the harm tenfold. At least that would be some kind of release.

It's a pity that he died, dying before Shu Tinglan.

That day, after the college entrance examination, she attended her high school graduation party and came back late into the night. As soon as she walked into the center of the residential complex, an unknown object landed with a dull thud right in front of her.

She was petrified, her steps halted abruptly. She saw blood welling up, spreading across her white canvas shoes, slowly turning them crimson.

The man lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, refusing to close them in death, was her father. She thought it was a dream and stood there motionless, waiting for it to end, hoping that when she woke up, everything would be alright.

The crowd surged forward.

The sound of an ambulance siren blared.

The mother's heart-wrenching sobs echoed through the air.

She remained motionless, for many days she had thought she was in a dream, until the arrival of Wen Jian and her mother at the spiritual hall, that she felt the pain in her heart. time, I wouldn't feel good about winning if hers was compromised. So, if we're going to compare, we need to do it on a level playing field. That way, it shows respect for her and respect for myself."...