After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 131 Acting Skills
Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu came to the famous Sunny Beach in Naples. The sand on the beach sparkled in the sunshine, like a golden ocean. Sang Shuwan, wearing the beach dress that Sang Jiuyue had tampered with, walked to the beach with Jiang Cimu. The sea breeze blew, bringing the salty and humid smell of the sea water. Sang Shuwan felt very comfortable. She ran happily on the beach, and her laughter echoed in the air. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and the hem of her skirt was lifted high with her movements, like a beautiful painting.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and Sang Shuwan's beach skirt was blown violently. She subconsciously pulled the skirt with her hands, trying to tidy it up. Unexpectedly, the buttons at the collar were damaged by Sang Jiuyue before, and they could not withstand the force at all, and they all fell off at once. Sang Shuwan widened her eyes in horror. She felt that her body was instantly exposed to the eyes of everyone. Her face turned red instantly, and her eyes were full of panic and helplessness. She hurriedly covered her body with both hands, trying to cover the exposed parts, and her body trembled slightly because of tension and anger.

Just then, she heard the sound of a camera shutter. She looked up in panic, only to see Sang Jiuyue holding a camera, standing not far away, taking pictures of her with a smug look on her face. Sang Jiuyue was wearing a bright red swimsuit, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and the smile on her face was extremely arrogant. "Sang Jiuyue, you lunatic!" Sang Shuwan shouted angrily, her voice trembling with excitement. She didn't care about her embarrassment at the moment, and rushed towards Sang Jiuyue, trying to snatch the camera. Sang Jiuyue was not in a hurry, and turned around and ran towards a tourist scenic bus parked on the beach. She jumped into the car, started the car, and left quickly.

When Jiang Cimu saw this scene, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, like an erupting volcano. His eyes were full of anger and determination, and he chased in the direction where Sang Jiuyue left. While running, he kept an eye on the surrounding vehicles, his eyes fixed on the front, not letting go of any possible target. Finally, he found the scenic bus that Sang Jiuyue was riding. Jiang Cimu gritted his teeth and sped up, his legs alternating rapidly as if they were equipped with springs. At a turn, he saw the right opportunity, rushed forward, stretched out his hand and pulled the door of the scenic bus hard.

Sang Jiuyue looked at Jiang Cimu who suddenly appeared in horror. Her eyes were wide open, and the smugness on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by fear and panic. She wanted to speed up and escape, but Jiang Cimu held the car door tightly, and his arms were throbbing with veins because of the force. Jiang Cimu pulled hard, opened the car door, and then reached out to snatch the camera from Sang Jiuyue's hand. Sang Jiuyue struggled desperately. She held the camera tightly with both hands, and her nails turned white because of the force. She kept shouting, "Don't try to take it away!" But Jiang Cimu was much stronger than her. He used both hands to grab the camera from Sang Jiuyue. He took out the memory card in the camera, threw it hard on the ground, and crushed it with his feet. The memory card instantly turned into a pile of fragments.

"You vicious woman, don't let me see you hurt Shu Wan again!" Jiang Cimu said angrily to Sang Jiuyue, his voice became hoarse because of anger. Sang Jiuyue looked at Jiang Cimu's angry eyes, feeling a little scared, her body trembling slightly. She took advantage of Jiang Cimu's inattention, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away, leaving a cloud of dust.

Jiang Cimu returned to the beach with his camera and saw Sang Shuwan sitting on a beach chair, wrapped in a towel with tears in her eyes. He walked over, gently embraced Sang Shuwan, and comforted her: "It's okay, dear, she didn't succeed, and I destroyed all the photos." Sang Shuwan leaned in Jiang Cimu's arms, and the grievance and anger in her heart gradually subsided. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Cimu, her eyes full of gratitude and love, and said: "Thank you, Cimu, I'm glad to have you." Jiang Cimu gently stroked Sang Shuwan's hair and said: "I won't let her have the chance to hurt you again in the future."

During the time in Naples, despite all the malice from Sang Jiyue, the relationship between Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu became even deeper. Holding hands, they continued to stroll in the city, enjoying their good times, while Sang Jiyue could only watch their happiness from the dark, feeling unwilling and jealous, but helpless.

In Naples, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu were affected by Sang Jiuyue's series of malicious interferences, but they still tried to enjoy their vacation.

On this day, the sun shone through the thin clouds and fell on the ancient cobblestone road of Naples. The shops on the street were lined up one after another, and the windows were polished to a bright shine, filled with a dazzling array of exquisite goods. Sang Shuwan wore a simple floral dress. The dress was made of light chiffon. With every step, the hem of the skirt swayed lightly like petals, outlining her elegant figure. The floral pattern on the skirt was fresh and elegant, like the flowers blooming in spring that were carefully printed and dyed. She matched it with a pair of exquisite white sandals. The small rhinestones inlaid on the upper of the shoe sparkled with tiny light under the caress of the sun, like stars. Her long, smooth hair was casually draped over her shoulders like black satin, and a few strands of hair playfully brushed her snow-white cheeks in the breeze. Jiang Cimu wore a casual white shirt and khaki trousers. The collar of the white shirt was slightly open, revealing his wheat-colored, tight skin, looking casual and handsome. The khaki trousers were ironed straight, perfectly embellishing his slender and perfectly proportioned legs. The two of them walked hand in hand on the busy street, their fingers intertwined, conveying warmth and trust to each other, as if they were the only two people in the world.

Suddenly, Sang Shuwan's eyes were attracted by a familiar figure on the corner of the street. The figure was wearing a slim black dress, which was short above the knee, revealing slender but untrained calves. The silver sequins on the skirt flickered in the sun, which was dazzling at first glance, but in fact it was a bit deliberate. Her curly hair was carefully groomed, and the big waves were casually draped over one shoulder. She was paired with exaggerated round earrings, which swayed gently with her movements, making her look even more flustered. "Ci Mu, look, is that Sang Jiuyue?" Sang Shuwan held Jiang Cimu's hand tightly, her nails almost sinking into his palm, her eyes revealed a hint of anger and doubt, and her originally bright eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze. Jiang Cimu looked in the direction she pointed, and saw Sang Jiuyue standing in front of a jewelry store, pretending to concentrate on choosing jewelry, but her eyes that looked around from time to time revealed her inner anxiety. "Let's go and ask her what she wants to do." Jiang Cimu frowned, his originally deep eyes were now full of seriousness, and there was a hint of unquestionableness in his tone. His voice was low and powerful, and still clearly audible in the noisy street.

The two walked towards Sang Jiuyue quickly. Sang Jiuyue noticed the movement and was about to turn around and slip away, but was stopped by Jiang Cimu. Jiang Cimu's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly grasping Sang Jiuyue's arm, so strong that she couldn't help but cry out softly. "Sang Jiuyue, why do you keep following us and sabotaging us again and again?" Sang Shuwan stood in front of Sang Jiuyue, looking straight into her eyes and questioned. Her eyes were firm and sharp, as if she wanted to see through Sang Jiuyue's mind. Her originally gentle eyes were now full of deterrence. A trace of panic flashed across Sang Jiuyue's face, but she quickly regained her composure. She lowered her head, pretended to be pitiful, and said, "I... I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this. I was just confused for a moment." As she spoke, she gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands, trying to squeeze out a few tears to increase credibility, but the dry eyes betrayed her disguise. However, just when Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu relaxed their vigilance, Sang Jiuyue suddenly turned around, like an agile but cunning rabbit, and quickly ran into the alley next to her. Her movements were very fast, and the hem of her black dress flew up as she turned around, like a black bat, fleeting. Jiang Cimu wanted to catch up, but was blocked by the bustling crowd in the alley. There were people coming and going in the alley, tourists carrying shopping bags and full of excitement, vendors pushing carts and shouting snacks, and the noisy voices and the shouting of various shops intertwined to form a noisy ocean, making it impossible for Jiang Cimu to move forward quickly. He could only watch Sang Jiuyue disappear from his sight.

"This Sang Jiuyue is so cunning!" Sang Shuwan stamped her feet in anger, her cheeks slightly flushed with anger, like a ripe apple, or like clouds in the sky dyed red by the sunset. "Don't worry, dear, she can't run away." Jiang Cimu comforted Sang Shuwan, patting her shoulders gently, trying to calm her down. His palms were broad and warm, conveying the power of reassurance, as if telling Sang Shuwan that no matter what happened, he would be by her side.

In the following days, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu kept an eye out for Sang Jiuyue in the streets and alleys of Naples. One afternoon, the scorching sun sprinkled on the earth without reservation. The air seemed to be twisted by the roasting, and the ground was so hot that the soles of shoes seemed to be soft when they stepped on it. They walked into a warm coffee shop. The coffee shop was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, which was mellow and tempting, as if it could dispel all troubles. Soothing music flowed in the air, like a gurgling stream, soothing people's hearts. The wooden tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the texture of the surface was clearly visible, revealing a natural breath. There was also a delicate small vase on the table, with a delicate rose in it, the petals were as red as fire, and exuded a faint fragrance. Sang Shuwan caught a glimpse of a woman sitting in the corner wearing a big hat with the brim deliberately lowered. Her figure was very similar to Sang Jiuyue. She quietly pointed it out to Jiang Cimu, and the two of them slowly approached, their footsteps making slight sounds on the wooden floor.

"Sang Jiuyue, stop hiding." Sang Shuwan stood in front of the woman and said coldly. The woman's body stiffened, and the hand that was holding the coffee cup trembled slightly, and a few drops of coffee spilled on the table. She slowly raised her head, and it was Sang Jiuyue. At this time, she was wearing an inconspicuous gray coat. The style of the coat was old and the color was dull, as if it had been covered in dust for a long time. She wore a pair of black-framed glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were full of vigilance. Seeing that she could not escape, Sang Jiuyue sighed helplessly, sat in place, and a look of broken jar appeared on her face. Her shoulders drooped slightly, and the whole person looked listless, completely different from the previous Zhang Yang.

Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu were sitting opposite her. Jiang Cimu spoke first: "Tell me, why have you been following us and targeting Shuwan everywhere?" Sang Jiuyue bit her lip, her eyes flickering. At first she wanted to make up a lie: "I... I really didn't mean it, it was just a coincidence..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, as if even she could not believe these words. At the end, her voice was almost inaudible.

"Enough!" Sang Shuwan interrupted her, his eyes sharp, "Sang Jiuyue, you entered my room and touched my things. If these things were exposed, it would be enough to make you completely unable to get along in the entertainment industry. You must tell the truth today." Sang Shuwan's voice was firm and powerful, and it was particularly clear in the quiet environment of the coffee shop. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sang Jiuyue's heart. When Sang Jiuyue heard this, her face turned pale instantly, like the remaining snow in winter, without any blood. She clenched her hands unconsciously and placed them under the table. Her fingers turned white because of the force, the joints protruded more and more obviously, and the blue veins on the back of her hands were slightly raised. After a moment's silence, she raised her head, her eyes full of jealousy and unwillingness: "I just can't stand you, Sang Shuwan! How do you have everything? A successful career, and a husband who loves you so much. I've worked hard for so long, but I'm still not as good as you. I can't accept this!" As she spoke, her eyes gradually turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes. Those tears were not regret, but the release of jealousy and unwillingness that had been pent up for a long time.

Sang Shuwan looked at Sang Jiuyue with mixed feelings in his heart: "Success cannot be achieved by such malicious means. You have the ability and could have relied on your own efforts, but you chose this wrong path." Jiang Cimu also said seriously: "Jealousy will only blind your eyes and make you fall deeper and deeper. We can let it go this time, but don't do it again in the future."

Sang Jiuyue lowered her head, tears finally burst out of her eyes, dripping onto the table, splashing small water. She knew that her behavior was wrong, but the long-standing jealousy made her lose her way. After a long time, she raised her head, her voice choked with sobs: "I understand... I'm sorry." After that, she stood up and left the cafe with heavy steps. Her back looked a little lonely, and her coat swayed slightly with her steps, as if telling her mood at the moment, and every step was like dragging a heavy burden.

Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu looked at her leaving back, feeling a lot of emotions in their hearts. This entanglement in Naples made them cherish each other more, and also gave Sang Jiuyue the opportunity to re-examine herself. The sun shone through the window of the cafe and sprinkled on the two of them. They held hands and prepared to continue to enjoy this hard-won quiet time, leaving this turbulent experience behind, leaving only beautiful expectations for the future.

Sang Jiuyue stepped out of the coffee shop and turned the corner. She raised her head from her original position. The pretended regret disappeared like smoke, replaced by a face full of smugness and ferocity. The wind on the street blew wantonly, ruffling her hair, but it could not blow away the biting coldness emanating from her body. She stood there, her eyes flashing with a cold light, as if hiding an endless dark vortex, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment in her heart, and whispered to herself: "Sang Shuwan, do you think a few words of apology can make me let go of my hatred for you? It's just a foolish dream! Next, I will pull you down from the clouds in Naples and make you pay a painful price for everything you have, and you won't even have time to cry." At this time, pedestrians on the street hurried past, and no one noticed the distorted expression on her face. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves were blown up by the wind and swirled around her feet, adding a bit of weird atmosphere.

At the same time, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu were in the coffee shop, looking at Sang Jiuyue's departing back, and worries were like a heavy haze, shrouding their hearts. Sang Shuwan frowned, her eyebrows almost twisted into a knot, her eyes full of lingering uneasiness, she gently held Jiang Cimu's hand, her voice trembling a little: "Cimu, I really feel uneasy, Sang Jiuyue's apology came too suddenly and too strangely, I always have a bad feeling, I think she must be planning a more vicious conspiracy behind the scenes." Jiang Cimu held her hand back, his palm was broad and warm, as if with endless power, trying to dispel the fear in Sang Shuwan's heart. He looked at Sang Shuwan tenderly, his eyes firm and affectionate: "Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here with you. No matter what tricks Sang Jiuyue plays or what traps she sets, I will never let her hurt you. I will protect you like a treasure." As he spoke, he gently stroked the back of Sang Shuwan's hand with his thumb, trying to soothe her tense nerves, but the uneasiness in Sang Shuwan's heart was still like a surging tide, difficult to calm down. In the coffee shop, soothing music was still flowing, and the aroma of coffee filled the air, but they had no intention of enjoying this moment of tranquility. The sunlight from the window shone in, but it could not illuminate the haze in their hearts caused by Sang Jiuyue.

Sang Jiuyue returned to her temporary residence in Naples, a small, dim apartment with peeling paint on the walls and old furniture. She walked straight to the table full of clutter. The screen of the mobile phone on the table was pitch black, as if waiting for her instructions. She eagerly unlocked her phone, her fingers dancing rapidly on the screen, and opened the chat interface with Sang Shuwan. Her eyes were focused and resolute, and she typed word by word: "Shuwan, today in the cafe, I really regretted it. I have been thinking about it these days. It was jealousy that blinded my mind and made me do so many wrong things. Please give me a chance, can we reconcile as before?" After typing, she looked at the words on the screen, a mocking smile appeared on her face, and then she snorted in her heart: "Reconcile? It's ridiculous! Wait until you foolishly jump into the trap I set, you will cry." At this time, a bird flew by the window, making a crisp cry, but it could not dispel the dark atmosphere in the house.

Then, Sang Jiuyue switched the interface, flipped through the address book, found a number with the note "A Biao", and dialed it without hesitation. The call was connected, and a rough male voice came from the receiver: "Hello, who is this?" Sang Jiuyue lowered her voice, with a tough tone that could not be refused: "A Biao, it's me. Remember the generous reward I promised to give you before? Now there is a lucrative job for you." Hearing the word "reward", A Biao on the other end of the phone was obviously alert, and his voice increased a few decibels: "Sister, what kind of job do you want?" Sang Jiuyue curled the corners of her mouth into a sneer, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes: "Tomorrow at noon, you go to the beach and wait near the 'Xingyu Restaurant'. At that time, a woman named Sang Shuwan will appear, and she may be accompanied by a man. You seize the opportunity, go up and grab her bag, and then Then he ran to the alley next to him. Remember, your movements must be fast and realistic, and don't let her see any flaws. When I show up, you will cooperate with me to play a 'hero saving the beauty' scene, do you understand?" A Biao hesitated and asked, "Sister, this won't cause any big trouble, right?" Sang Jiuyue said impatiently, "Don't worry about it, you will definitely get the money. If you do a good job, there will be more benefits later." A Biao weighed the pros and cons and finally responded, "Okay, sister, I'll listen to you." Sang Jiuyue hung up the phone with satisfaction, threw the phone on the bed, leaned back in the chair, with a determined look on her face, as if she had seen Sang Shuwan's miserable appearance.

Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu were sitting on the sofa in the hotel room. The screen of Sang Shuwan's mobile phone lit up, and the notification sound broke the brief silence. She picked up the phone and saw the message from Sang Jiuyue, and her brows frowned even deeper. She handed the phone to Jiang Cimu and said suspiciously: "Cimu, look, what is Sang Jiuyue doing? It's too abnormal." Jiang Cimu took the phone, quickly browsed the content of the message, and said solemnly: "I don't think she has good intentions. This is obviously a trap. Don't reply yet and see what she does next. We have to deal with it carefully and must not fall into her trap." The two fell into silence. The room was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the hustle and bustle of the city outside the window seemed particularly far away at this time.

After a while, Sang Jiuyue felt annoyed when she saw that Sang Shuwan did not reply to the message, but she quickly adjusted her mood and continued typing on her phone: "Shuwan, I know you may still be angry, and I completely understand. But I really want to make up for my mistakes and give each other a chance to start over. Tomorrow at noon, I will wait for you at the 'Xingyu Restaurant' on the beach. It will be just the two of us. Let's put aside the past grudges and have a good chat, okay?" After sending the message, she leaned against the head of the bed, revealing a hint of madness in her eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "Come on, as long as you keep the appointment, don't think about getting away with it. Naples will become a place where you will be disgraced." The room was dimly lit, and only the faint light from the mobile phone screen illuminated her distorted face.

On the appointed day, Sang Shuwan, accompanied by Jiang Cimu, went to the "Xingyu Restaurant" with a nervous mood. Sang Shuwan was wearing a simple beige dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, and her expression was full of vigilance. Jiang Cimu was wearing dark casual clothes, his eyes always paying attention to the movements around him.

As soon as he walked to the door of the restaurant, Sang Shuwan saw Sang Jiuyue waiting there. Sang Jiuyue dressed up specially today, wearing a light blue floral dress, with a seemingly sincere smile on her face, but the subtle cunning in the depths of her eyes was still captured by the careful Sang Shuwan.

The three of them exchanged a few pleasantries when suddenly, a tall, fleshy man, A Biao, rushed out from the side and rushed straight towards Sang Shuwan, snatching the bag from her hand. Sang Shuwan screamed and staggered. Jiang Cimu reacted quickly and chased after him immediately.

Seeing this, Sang Jiyue shouted, "We can't let him get away!" Then, he chased in the direction where A Biao ran away. Sang Shuwan hesitated for a moment and followed him.

A Biao ran towards the alleyway they had planned to take, with Jiang Cimu chasing closely behind him. Just as A Biao was about to turn into the alley, Sang Jiuyue suddenly sped up, rushed forward, and grabbed A Biao's arm. A Biao threw Sang Jiuyue aside with force, and Sang Jiuyue fell to the ground, her knees scraped and bleeding. But she ignored the pain, got up again, rushed towards A Biao again, and hugged his arm holding the bag tightly.

When Sang Shuwan arrived, she saw Sang Jiuyue desperately trying to stop A Biao. She couldn't help but feel a little moved, and her original suspicion of Sang Jiuyue was shaken at this moment. Jiang Cimu took the opportunity to step forward, snatched the bag back, and then controlled A Biao. Sang Jiuyue sat on the ground, her face was a little pale, her forehead was full of sweat, and her hair was a little messy. She looked at Sang Shuwan and said weakly: "Shuwan, the bag... the bag is back."

Sang Shuwan walked forward, helped Sang Jiuyue up, and asked, "Are you okay?" Sang Jiuyue shook her head and forced a smile: "I'm fine, as long as the bag is not lost."

Jiang Cimu held A Biao and watched all this with a puzzled look on his face. Sang Shuwan also fell into deep thought. She didn't know whether Sang Jiuyue's action was sincere or had other purposes. Sang Jiuyue lowered her head slightly, with a barely perceptible smugness flashing across her lips. She thought to herself, "Sang Shuwan, if you don't take the bait this time, you'll be in trouble next." On the surface, she pretended to be weak and sincere, making it difficult for people to see through her true thoughts. This confrontation in Naples seems far from over, and a greater crisis may still be brewing quietly.

Jiang Cimu held A Biao, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at Sang Jiuyue who was sitting on the ground. He looked at the expression of pain on Sang Jiuyue's face, and doubts surged in his heart. Looking back on the past, Sang Jiuyue's malice towards Sang Shuwan was simply obvious. Every time she made trouble for him, she was full of calculations and viciousness. She did not hide her intention of only wanting to make Sang Shuwan suffer, and was determined to pull Sang Shuwan down from the clouds. But now, she suddenly staged such a "heroic rescue" drama, which was too strange.

Jiang Cimu's eyes swept over Sang Jiuyue's face. The fine beads of sweat on her forehead seemed to be caused by injuries and struggles, but Jiang Cimu felt that it seemed a bit deliberate. He looked at Sang Jiuyue's scraped knees again. Although the blood was real, why did she act so recklessly at this critical moment? This was very different from her usual style.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jiang Cimu said coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice, "You made things difficult for Shu Wan before, but now you suddenly become a different person. What, have you found your conscience? I don't think it's that simple."

Sang Jiuyue's eyes flashed with a trace of grievance, and her eyes quickly turned red. She said anxiously and tearfully, "Shu Wan, I'm really not pretending! You are so successful in the entertainment industry, you definitely don't understand the difficulties of a small person like me. I am now a helpless amateur, and I have offended many people in the entertainment company before, and now they finally got the chance to retaliate against me."

As she spoke, she yanked the sleeves on her arms and pulled down her collar, revealing more scars. The bruises were large areas of dark purple, with some green and yellow at the edges, looking like new injuries that had not healed. And those few scratches, with the skin and flesh rolled up, although they had been simply treated, the hideousness of the wounds could still be seen, and the red blood vessels were densely distributed around them, which was shocking. "Shu Wan, look at all the injuries I have. I usually don't dare to go out, for fear that they will block me and bully me again. Today I finally mustered up the courage to go out, and then I saw your bag being stolen. I didn't think about anything else, I just wanted to help you, how come it became my calculations when it comes to you?"

Sang Shuwan's eyes swept over the scars solemnly, her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes full of complex emotions, suspicion, reluctance, and more confusion. She was about to speak, but Jiang Cimu, who had been standing by and observing silently, stepped forward and stood in front of Sang Shuwan. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Sang Jiuyue, and his tone was cold: "Sang Jiuyue, do you think we will believe you? We have seen your past methods. Last time at a business event, you deliberately leaked Shuwan's schedule, causing chaos at the scene and almost getting her injured. This account has not been settled yet."

When Sang Jiuyue heard Jiang Cimu's words, her body trembled slightly and a trace of panic flashed across her face, but she quickly pretended to be calm and cried, "Jiang Cimu, that was all in the past, and I regretted it a long time ago. I have really changed now, why don't you give me a chance? I am living such a miserable life now, living in fear every day, and these injuries are the best proof of it."

Sang Shuwan walked around Jiang Cimu, sighed slightly, and looked at Sang Jiyue with a complicated expression: "Jiyue, once trust is broken, it is difficult to rebuild it. The harm you have caused me cannot be erased by a few apologies." She remembered that when she was struggling in the entertainment industry, Sang Jiyue did everything she could to gain benefits. Not only did she make trouble at work, but she also spread rumors in her network circle, putting her in countless difficulties. During those difficult days, she and Jiang Cimu supported each other to get through.

Jiang Cimu held Sang Shuwan's hand and squeezed it gently to give her strength, then continued to say to Sang Jiuyue: "What happened today is too strange. You suddenly appeared with these injuries, it's hard not to be suspicious. Shuwan is soft-hearted, I won't be fooled easily. You'd better tell the truth, what is your purpose."

Sang Jiuyue knelt on the ground with a plop, hugged Sang Shuwan's legs, and cried even harder: "Shuwan, Jiang Cimu, I really have no other purpose, I just want to start a new life and get your forgiveness. I know I was extremely wrong, but I really have nowhere else to go now. Those who hurt me are threatening to continue to torture me. I really have no other choice but to come to you." Her voice was filled with despair, as if she was really in despair.

Sang Shuwan felt mixed emotions as she looked at Sang Jiuyue lying on the ground in disgrace. Although her mind told her to be alert, the friendship she once had with him still made her reluctant to give in. She looked at Jiang Cimu with a questioning look in her eyes, and Jiang Cimu shook his head slightly, signaling her not to be soft-hearted.

At this time, some passers-by had gathered around and began to point and whisper. Some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and the flash lights lit up from time to time. Sang Shuwan frowned. She didn't want to cause a bigger disturbance in such an occasion and affect her image.

"Get up first, don't make a scene here." Sang Shuwan said to Sang Jiuyue, "But I still say that if you want me to accept you again, it's not through tears and words, but through your actual actions." Sang Jiuyue heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, she slowly stood up from the ground, and nodded repeatedly. Jiang Cimu always stayed close to Sang Shuwan, his eyes vigilant, always on guard against Sang Jiuyue's possible next move.

After much hesitation, Sang Shuwan decided to take Sang Jiuyue to a nearby hospital for a checkup. After all, the scars looked serious, and even if she had doubts in her heart, she couldn't turn a blind eye to the possible pain. Although Jiang Cimu was reluctant, he couldn't persuade Sang Shuwan, so he had to accompany them.

The three of them came to the roadside, and Sang Shuwan raised his hand to stop a taxi. A taxi slowly stopped. The driver was a middle-aged man with a professional smile on his face. "Master, let's go to the city hospital." Sang Shuwan said from behind the car. The car started and merged into the city's traffic. The atmosphere in the car was depressing. Sang Shuwan sat in the passenger seat, and Jiang Cimu and Sang Jiuyue sat in the back seat. Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Jiuyue vigilantly from time to time, while Sang Jiuyue lowered his head, seeming to be still immersed in the emotions just now.

After driving for a while, Sang Shuwan felt that the route was a little wrong. "Master, this doesn't seem to be the way to the city hospital?" She asked in confusion. The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and then said: "The road ahead is temporarily restricted. I'll take a shortcut and arrive soon." Sang Shuwan felt uneasy, and she secretly sent a message to Jiang Cimu to inform him of the situation. Jiang Cimu clenched his fists calmly, ready to deal with emergencies.

After a while, the car drove into a remote alley. "Master, where are you taking us?" Jiang Cimu asked sternly, while protecting Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue behind him. The driver did not answer, but suddenly braked, opened the door and ran out. Seeing this, Jiang Cimu immediately chased after him, but the driver was agile and soon disappeared at the end of the alley.

Jiang Cimu returned to the car helplessly. Sang Shuwan had already gotten out of the car, looking anxious. "What should I do? I'm unfamiliar with this place." Sang Shuwan said. Sang Jiuyue timidly said, "Shuwan, I think there's a small clinic nearby. How about we go there first?" Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and decided to follow Sang Jiuyue to take a look.

The three walked along the alley for a while and came to a slightly shabby clinic. The sign at the door of the clinic was a little faded and the lights were a little dim. When they opened the door, there was a faint smell of medicine. A middle-aged doctor in a white coat came out and saw them with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Are you here to see a doctor?" the doctor asked. Sang Shuwan nodded and briefly explained Sang Jiuyue's condition. The doctor asked Sang Jiuyue to sit on a chair nearby and began to examine her wounds. The doctor carefully examined the wounds, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"These injuries are not light," the doctor said as he examined them. "The bruises are caused by multiple external blows, and the scratches are quite deep. They need to be treated properly, otherwise they will easily get infected." Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu looked very serious when they heard this. Sang Jiuyue bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Doctor, is her condition serious?" Sang Shuwan asked anxiously. The doctor looked at Sang Jiyue, then at Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu, and said, "At present, the wound has not hurt the vital parts, but she needs to be hospitalized for a few days for observation, anti-inflammatory and wound care."

Sang Shuwan looked at Sang Jiuyue, and the suspicion in her heart was gradually replaced by worry. She said to the doctor, "Then please arrange for hospitalization." The doctor nodded and began to prepare the relevant procedures.

After Sang Jiyue was pushed into the ward, Sang Shuwan sat by the bed, looking at Sang Jiyue lying on the bed, feeling mixed emotions. "Jiyue, have a good rest, I'll bring you some daily necessities tomorrow." Sang Jiyue nodded weakly, eyes full of gratitude: "Shuwan, this time it's really thanks to you."

Sang Shuwan shook her head slightly and said softly, "You don't have to call me sister from now on. We are not much different in age. Just call me Shuwan." Sang Jiuyue's eyes flashed with a subtle strangeness, and then she responded obediently, "Okay, Shuwan."

Jiang Cimu stood aside, watching this scene, and always felt that things were not that simple. When Sang Shuwan stood up, he gently pulled her to the corridor outside the ward.

"Shu Wan, I still feel that something is wrong. Could it be that Sang Jiuyue did it on purpose?" Jiang Cimu lowered his voice, his face full of worry and suspicion.