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In the top VIP ward of the Royal Hospital, Qing Flails sat on the hospital bed, looking out the window with cold eyes.

The scar on her forehead had healed, and her skin was smooth and soft, not at all like she had been injured.

But her eyes were colder than the slightly lowered air conditioning in this room.

She sat like this for an unknown amount of time, until there was a knock at the door behind her.

"Come in." She replied lightly.

Pushing the door in, there was a man of medium stature, with a simple and faithful appearance, and some dark skin, who looked like a laborer who was used to manual labor.

He came in with his head hanging and his eyes not looking, and closed the door softly.

"Miss, what do you command?" His voice is also simple, the kind that makes it easy to let your guard down.

Qing Feng did not answer him immediately, but was silent for a while before turning his head and opening his mobile phone, which was a promotional photo of Qing Xu on Weibo.

"This woman, her name is Qingqing, you keep an eye on her, but remember, don't come closer, don't even go into any range where she might find out. Your target is not her, but her family. Do you understand? ”

The flail looked up, and a cold gaze fell on the man.

The man he called Uncle Zhou, named Wednesday, was a person who was so ordinary that people could completely ignore him in terms of appearance and expression, but this person was the best at hiding in their family.

After listening to Qing Flail's words, Wednesday didn't say a superfluous word, just glanced at the screen, and then nodded: "Yes, Miss." ”

Then he turned and left the room.

For just a few minutes, it was as if he hadn't been here at all.

The ward was a quiet mess, and the flail's eyes still fell on the photos on his mobile phone, and his eyes became even colder.

She didn't expect that she would be planted in the hands of a lowly little model that she usually didn't even bother to look at.

She has a very clear memory when she was too young, vaguely only the sound of her parents arguing and beating endlessly, and what impressed her the most was only the cold darkness, which seemed to fill her entire childhood time, cloudy and cold, and did not see the light of day.

Until suddenly one day, her parents became her uncles and aunts, and she became the high-ranking imperial county lord, and began to enter the splendid palace from that dark and suffocating home, and began to frequently go in and out of various power banquets as the imperial county lord, and the stars held the moon.

She always maintains her gentle and generous appearance, as if these things have been engraved in her bones.

Wherever she goes, she will be sought after and praised so much that she has forgotten what it is like to be ridiculed and disobedient, what it is like to be beaten, and what it is like to be arrogant in front of her.

She knew better than anyone that all she had wasn't hers, but so what? In her hands, it can only be hers.

Therefore, she will never allow the slightest deviation in such a gorgeous life of herself, and no one, no matter who she is, can destroy a single cent.

Qingfang clenched the mobile phone in her palm, and the screen began to crack a little by little under her force, cracking out lines that could never be repaired.

Soon, she will let that lowly little model know what it is to be doomed.