What should I do if the big guy likes the villain

Chapter 48

[Cheng Lingling said in her own words, don’t watch this kind of stuff if you don’t like it, don’t make it hard for yourself]

I was born in a happy family, my parents love me very much, but I don’t know why, when I was six years old, the family began to struggle, and I stopped buying toys, snacks and clothes, and my father came back very late every day , Mom often quarreled with him.

At that time, I got up from the bed and carefully walked to the door of the room to eavesdrop. Only then did I know that the company where my father worked had laid off employees and he had no job.

I just thought, I can find another job if I don’t have a job.

But it was not so easy to find a job. After several weeks, Dad finally found a job, but the salary was not high.

Many times my father wanted to return to the original company to work, but every time he applied, he was eliminated.

Gradually growing up, Cheng Lingling also knew the name of the company her father was obsessed with: Huaxing.

At that time, Huaxing encountered a catastrophe when it was just established. An artist who was fully popular did not want to renew his contract and ran to another company, and all the funds invested were used to make wedding dresses for others.

My mother was still very young, and couldn't stand the worsening family situation, so she filed for divorce.

Dad disagreed, but my mother left after a year.

From the time I was ten years old, my mother never came back for eight years.

I miss her very much and hate her very much. She left her father and me too.

Later, my father married another woman, who treated me badly, and often scolded me when my father was not at home.

This happened until I was 17 years old, my father was away on a business trip, and my stepmother instructed me to do this and that every day at home.

I fulfilled all kinds of tasks conscientiously every day, and then ran out to buy medicine while she was taking a nap.

A few days later, she died.

Died inexplicably.

I was very calm, and I called my dad. Dad seemed to have guessed something, but he was just silent.

By the time I was in college, I was pretty good at using my innocent face to make friends.

Maybe it was my childhood experience that made me dislike everyone around me, and I didn't like myself either.

Seeing them shine brightly on the stage, I am not jealous, but I don't think it should be like this, my world is dark and silent, how can they be so confident and public.

Later I met Song Yu. I knew she was the daughter of Huaxing Company. When I saw her, I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to cut off all the friends around her and let her taste the loneliness, but it was not enough.

Just when she was confused, a man brought her to Xin Ye, and the man with gentle eyebrows said to her: "Little girl, you are very cute."

"Be my **, I will give you whatever you want."

I agreed.

Xinye helped me a lot and gave me a lot of money. I finally know how it feels for someone like Song Yu to have so much money, but I don't feel happy.

I just feel hate.

From freshman to junior year, I saw her getting more and more dazzling, busy with work every day, full and happy.

I thought, why is she so happy, why are there so many people who treat her well.

I worked hard to get into Huaxing, and I worked hard to bring money to play the same script with her. The more I got in touch with her, the more I felt the imbalance in my heart.

But I don't know why, gradually I got tired, I didn't want to chase fame and fortune, sometimes I wanted to commit suicide, hating Song Yu was my only sustenance in this world.

Falling down the stairs, instead of feeling terrified, I felt a sense of relief.

When I hit Song Yu in Xinye's car, I knew I was going to die, but I had to drag Xinye along to die.

He is disgusting.

I hate Song Yu on the surface, but I really don't think about it carefully. I don't have any deep emotions for anyone, but years of clever disguise and emotional hiding have already made me fool Xin Ye.

I will not go to heaven in this life, and I am not afraid of going to hell. I feel like I have come to the world, scarred and hopeless.

Before dying, I suddenly remembered that in the winter when I was ten years old, the sky was full of wind and snow, and only a back view of that beautiful young woman was left for me.

An indifferent back.

It turned out that the relationship that was bound by blood as a bond when I was a child was also broken at will. The woman said she didn't love her and she didn't love her anymore.

(End of this chapter)