Chapter 68: Try Forgetting Me

Back at Ling Hanyu's villa, Song Qingtian stopped in front of the mansion.

Song Qingtian suddenly felt like slapping herself twice—no, making sure to slap the original female supporting character’s parents hard enough to vent her anger.

After all, Ling Hanyu is the president of a conglomerate.

With that kind of wealth, he lives in a place like this with his wife.

As far as Song Qingtian knew, after getting married, Ling Hanyu rarely saw his wife except when visiting their daughter.

In other words, this villa was specifically prepared for Song Qingtian.

Compared with ordinary people, it really is a nice villa—estimated to be worth around six or seven million.

Ordinary folks might never earn six or seven million in their entire lives, even if they worked themselves to the bone.

But Ling Hanyu’s parents have money to burn. Ling’s Father runs his own business and is said to be quite famous abroad. The novel doesn’t mention it explicitly, but Song Qingtian could tell that Ling’s Father isn’t exactly short on cash either.

As for Ling Hanyu, he built himself up from scratch. It’s rare that someone can make it without relying on their parents, and he truly deserves his success.

His talent and commanding presence are simply beyond imagination.

He’s so young—yet in Song Qingtian’s eyes, wealthy people tend to be older.

Still, she’s a book-crosser, and the author writes well.

Yet Ling Hanyu is a true genius, blessed by heaven with power that lets him have whatever he wants!

The male lead’s aura—it’s just unavoidable!

But poor original female supporting character is really unlucky to be stuck in the middle of all this.

With so much money, why wouldn’t she get to use it? Her family has a luxury mansion far superior to this one, yet she stubbornly insists on staying here like a fool.

Women shouldn’t marry down—no matter whether they love the man or not!

And they certainly shouldn’t stoop so low, even if they do love him!

Song Qingtian kicked the grass on the ground and muttered to herself, “Since you can’t forget him, let me bury your past for you—even if it takes a lifetime—to make your body forget Ling Hanyu. Song Qingtian, forget Ling Hanyu, and you’ll be reborn!”

“What crazy talk is this now?”

A cold voice came from beside Song Qingtian, startling her.

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and she shivered in fright.

She turned sharply to look at the side, her face turning pale.

When she met Ling Hanyu’s icy expression, she almost lost her heart.

It was pounding wildly.

Clutching her chest, Song Qingtian breathed rapidly with fear.

“You scared me to death!”

How could Ling Hanyu appear here in the pitch-black darkness?

“How could I not scare you to death?”

Ling Hanyu’s gaze was cold and sharper than a knife.

Song Qingtian felt her heart pounding uncontrollably, unable to even take a step!

People can scare the living daylights out of others!

Yet Ling Hanyu stepped closer to her, two paces.

“Song Qingtian!”

Song Qingtian even heard the sound of grinding teeth.

“What do you want?”

Ling Hanyu pinched her chin: “Try forgetting me!”

Song Qingtian pressed her lips together and frowned.

Ling Hanyu used force to pry open her mouth, and Song Qingtian tried to break free.

But Ling Hanyu easily shook her off.

The whole thing happened so suddenly that Song Qingtian couldn’t steady herself and fell to the ground.

“Ling Hanyu, you bastard!”

Ling Hanyu looked down at Song Qingtian on the ground, his expression instantly darkening: “Useless!”

He bent over and picked her up.

Song Qingtian raised her hand to strike: “Let go! I’ll walk myself!”

Ling Hanyu kept a cold face and pulled back his hand: “If you don’t want to die, shut up!”

Song Qingtian didn’t say a word, furrowing her brow tightly.

Ling Hanyu stared at her face, beads of sweat breaking out all over her forehead.

He stopped and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!”

Song Qingtian put on a nonchalant face, but Ling Hanyu kept carrying her, watching her expression closely. Her hand was clenched tight.

Following the line of Song Qingtian’s legs, Ling Hanyu caught sight of her feet.

“Did you sprain it?”

Song Qingtian didn’t want to talk, so Ling Hanyu set her down.

He took a quick look at the spot.

Song Qingtian was in excruciating pain, but she didn’t utter a sound.

For someone like her, it wasn’t a big deal.

It was only when she thought about never seeing her father again that tears started to fall.

Song Qingtian was stubborn and refused to let Ling Hanyu see her tears, quickly wiping them away.

“What are you crying about?”

Ling Hanyu was extremely agitated.

He picked her up and headed to the hospital.

All the way, no matter how much pain she was in, Song Qingtian acted as if nothing were wrong.

Ling Hanyu’s car ran red lights, sped recklessly—no idea how many miles per hour…

At first, he just watched her; later, he even grabbed her hand, which was drenched in cold sweat.

“If it hurts, then cry!”

Ling Hanyu was furious and extremely irritable.

Yet Song Qingtian leaned back in the seat, closed her eyes, and pretended to be dead!

End of Chapter 68: Try Forgetting Me