Cui Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she murmured vaguely, "Mm."

  She was unmarried in her previous life and had a boyfriend who truly loved her even when she was poor.

  He is handsome and intelligent, gentle, the kind of person that many girls fall in love with at first sight.

  But he liked her, this poor and unsophisticated girl with a hint of inferiority.

  For her sake, he refused the good intentions of his superior who wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law. It is said that the rich young lady was heartbroken for a long time because of this.

  At that time, she thought she would be happy with him until old age.

  But seven years of feelings were ultimately no match for the sudden reality crisis.

  That year, his mother fell ill and urgently needed a large sum of money for surgery, which was an amount that they could not afford even if they used up all their resources.

  When he was in despair, the rich girl threw an olive branch at him again, promising that if they got married, she would not only pay for his mother's medical expenses but also help him establish his own business.

  In the end, he may be able to resist the temptation of money and career, but he cannot bear to ignore his mother's illness.

  His wedding with the rich girl was grand and solemn, in a luxurious five-star hotel hall filled with fragrant lilies and fiery red roses. The guests who attended were all celebrities from the political and business world, people you only see on TV or in newspapers.

  Cui Ying saw the bride's happy face from the corner and felt a sharp pain in her heart.

  She made a silent vow at that time, this life must be outstanding, and never let anyone snatch anything from her hands again.

  Later, she became successful in her career and reached the pinnacle of her field, becoming a wealthy woman who everyone fawned over.

  Men who came to pursue her were all after her wealth and status, not seeing a bit of sincerity. She also responded with false intentions, never investing any emotions.

  Although she got everything she wanted, she knew she wasn't happy.

  On the eve of the earthquake, he who she had loved before came to see her and wanted to reunite with her.

  His wife had died and he had no children; although his career was brilliant, he was still alone.

  At midnight, she always recalls the desperation and helplessness when he left her resolutely.

  He said he owed her and wanted to find an opportunity to make up for it. If she was willing to reconcile with him, he would devote his life to loving and taking care of her.

  Cui Ying still remembered that night, she raised her chin and sarcastically ridiculed him with a sharp tongue, almost cursing out the most unpleasant and vicious curses in the world, and finally splashed a cup of scalding hot water on his face to drive him away.

  He left in a huff, and she collapsed on the ground like many years ago, crying into a tearful mess.

  It was precisely because of her bad mood that she drove alone to the remote mountain villa in the suburbs early the next morning, wanting to go to a place where no one would disturb her to calm down and sort out her emotions.

  Who knows, it might just happen like that...

  After arriving at Sheng Chao, during the infancy when she couldn't walk alone, she had repeatedly thought about this issue. What if she had agreed to him back then?

  He was the only man she had ever loved, and he promised to love her for this life.

  In that case, she would not have encountered this misfortune. She might have formed a family with him and regained the simple and beautiful love of the past. Maybe they would even have two lovely children, washing away all the troubles and living a peaceful and happy life.

  But there is no medicine for regret in this world, and there are no ifs. The past that has been destined cannot be changed.

  The future full of variables will be what, but it is completely in her hands!

  Maybe... it's really worth trying...

  Cui Ling's heart was stirred, and as soon as she returned to her own room, she busied herself rummaging through boxes and cabinets. She had clearly taken the family letter written by Yuan Wulang from Old Lady Tai, without even opening the wax seal, and directly threw it into a certain box.

  But the question is, which box was she thrown into?

  Mugwort heard the noise inside and came in to take a look, only to see that the room was filled with small boxes opened everywhere, and the bed was full of them. She asked hurriedly, "Miss, what are you looking for?"

  Cui Ling poked her head out from the messy corner, "Oh dear, Muxin, have you seen the letter that Fifth Master gave me last time? I've put it somewhere, but I just can't find it."

  Mugun thought for a moment, patted his head and said, "Oh, Miss was talking about the letter from Wu Ye! That day you casually threw the letter into the wooden basket, I thought it was going to be thrown away like those used practice papers."

  Cui Ying was shocked, "So you threw it away?"

  She heard Mu Ge say this, and only then did she remember that Yuan Wulang's letter was not hidden in a wooden box, but was casually thrown into the wooden basket for holding waste paper. That wooden basket usually held those characters she had written poorly when practicing calligraphy, and when it was almost full, Mu Ge would take it away to clear it out.

  How can this be? She hasn't even seen what Yuan Wulang has written for her yet!

  Mugun saw her anxiety and suddenly burst out laughing, "Miss is confused, could it be that Mugun is also confused? You, since childhood, have had a habit of losing things and often ask me for them after you've lost them."

  She paused, "I saw that the letter Five Master gave you didn't even have a seal broken, it must be that you accidentally dropped it into the wooden bucket, and later you'll definitely ask me for it again. So I picked it up and put it on your dresser in that red sandalwood box carved with peonies."

  Choi Yeong hastily went to look and indeed saw a yellow letter lying quietly there.

  She hastily tore it open, and the sharp and handsome characters of Yuan Wulang appeared before her eyes: "My wife Ling'er, seeing this letter is like seeing me..."

  The whole passage was written in a strong and powerful handwriting, with all sorts of obscure phrases, which she read as if in a fog.

  Cui Ying suddenly realized what Yuan Wulang had written, no matter how flowery his words were, but between the lines, they were full of warnings to her.

  He wanted her to behave at home, be filial to her grandmother, respect her brother and sister-in-law, and get along with her nephews and nieces.

  That's it!

  He even explicitly warned her to have womanly virtues, that a woman should be chaste and pure as jade.

  Although it's just a few words, the meaning is clear: he's afraid that when he's not around, she'll flirt with men and make him wear a green hat.

  If the first half of the letter still had some hypocritical and insincere pleasantries, then the second half is simply a naked threat!

  Please, she's in the Yuan household, with so many servants and underlings watching, living right under Old Lady's nose. If she wants to have an affair, it's not like she can just sneak out alone! Even if she occasionally goes out, she'll never go by herself. Not only will she be accompanied by her sisters-in-law, but also a large group of maidservants following behind her. How is she supposed to get the chance to hook up with a man?

  Yuan Wulang deliberately wrote this letter, is he trying to anger her or provoke her!

  Cui Ling's heart, which had only just begun to desire a life of happiness with Yuan Wulang, was shattered in an instant.

  She finished reading the last word and didn't even want to breathe, directly tearing it into powder.