Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 832: The Scumbag’s Love is Worthless

After Chen Huan was interviewed, she separated from her husband.

The two even had a quarrel, but the husband did not dare to resist and just begged her to give him more of the property.

Chen Huan didn't bother to pay attention to him. After limping into the car, she asked her assistant to take her back.

On the way, the assistant suddenly discovered that the black car appeared again.

"Mr. Chen, the black car is here again, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, the Third Master's people are not vegetarians. They must have deliberately let her follow me so that I can catch them all in one fell swoop. Don't worry about her and keep driving."

Chen Huan disagreed.

The assistant could only nod: "Okay."

As a result, just as they arrived at the intersection in front of the community, Qiu Yang's car blocked the way.

Qiu Yang got out of the car quickly and knocked on the window.

Chen Huan was a little worried and said directly: "Drive, take a detour."

As soon as the assistant turned the steering wheel, a photo appeared on the car window.

She is Chen Huan’s celebrity lover.

She immediately asked her assistant not to move. Thinking that Gong Chen's men were nearby, she became bolder.

She rolled down the car window, and before she could say anything, Qiu Yang's hand reached in.

There was a dagger in his hand.

"Get your assistant out of the car, or I'll kill you right now."

"Don't mess around."

As soon as Chen Huan said a word, he felt a chill on his neck.

She quickly said, "Go down."

While speaking, he also glanced at his assistant.

The assistant nodded and got out of the car.

Qiu Yang took the opportunity to get into the driving seat, started the car and drove in another direction.

Chen Huan was injured and her legs could not move, so she could only let Qiu Yang take her away.

However, she was used to big scenes after all.

After calming down, he began to persuade.

"You are Zhang Zhe's girlfriend, right?"

"Do you know me? Do you remember Zhang Zhe?"

Qiu Yang looked at Chen Huan excitedly through the rearview mirror.

Chen Huan said in embarrassment: "Remember, but don't be fooled by Zhang Zhe, he..."

"Shut up! You are just like what Zhang Zhe said, you are only interested in profit and you are willing to be a mistress just for the sake of status. You have no self-respect. You fired Zhang Zhe because his talent surpasses yours! You are jealous of him and you wish to get rid of this thorn in your side."

"What! Do I need to be jealous of him? What is there about him that is worthy of my jealousy?" Chen Huan couldn't help but say.

"Haha." Qiu Yang sneered, "You earned the honor with your body, and you really think you are capable? People like you deserve to die! Do you know how much effort others have to put in to stand on the big stage, but it was ruined by people like you! You fired him, why do you still make things difficult for him?"

"When did we make things difficult for him?" Chen Huan couldn't help but ask back.

"You are too afraid that he will succeed. Once he surpasses you, the true level of the so-called top three in the competition will be exposed, and the inside story of your competition will be discovered. So you suppress his studio everywhere and even make him owe usury. Once he fails, Lin Zhiyi will prepare to open a studio. He must be very happy to get rid of his most powerful opponent, right?"

Qiu Yang became more and more excited as he spoke, and even slapped the steering wheel hard.

Chen Huan was startled and stopped talking.

Afraid of angering Qiu Yang.

Zhang Zhe, a paranoid man, met a crazy woman.

None of this is normal.

The car slowly drove into a house, and the original decoration design could still be seen around it.

This style is strangely familiar.

Could it be...

Chen Huan looked at the sign that had fallen to the ground.

It turned out to be Zhang Zhe’s bankrupt studio.

Chen Huan had a bad feeling and immediately turned her head to look behind the car.

Why haven’t Gong Chen’s people come yet?

At this time, the car stopped.

Before Chen Huan could react, the car door was opened and she was dragged down by Qiu Yang.

Because her leg was in a cast, she couldn't stand up at all.

I could only let her drag me into the house.

There were many branches and discarded garbage on the ground, and Chen Huan felt a burning pain when they rubbed against his skin.

She was about to shout for help when Qiu Yang pulled her up and slammed her against the table.

There were bruises on his back.

With this collision, the words in his throat were swallowed back.

Only painful gasps were left.

She lay on the ground, looking at Qiu Yang with fear and hatred.

Qiu Yang stood two steps away: "Does it hurt? But it's not as painful as Zhang Zhe's."

As she spoke, she found a piece of cloth from somewhere and wiped the display cabinets around her.

Chen Huan then realized that although the outside looked shabby, the inside was very well tidied.

She immediately realized that this woman was crazy.

She took a deep breath, looked outside the door, and began to stall for time.

Chen Huan endured the pain and asked, "You love Zhang Zhe so much? How long have you been with him?"

Qiu Yang stroked the glass cabinet, as if it contained jewelry designed by his beloved.

"For two years, we have been very compatible together. I used to have low self-esteem, but he kept encouraging me, so I dared to appear in front of the camera and had my own career. We could have lived happily, all because of you..."

"Since he is so good to you, how could he bear to leave you alone in this world? Aren't you inferior to the setbacks he has faced in his career?" Chen Huan asked back.

Qiu Yang was obviously stunned.

She seemed to be recalling something, then shook her head vigorously.

"You don't understand! Design is his life! Without design, what's the point of living?"

"Aren't you the reason for his life? When a person is alive, he can continue to design. What else is there after he dies?"

It's rare for Chen Huan to persuade someone so sincerely.

As a result, Qiu Yang seemed to be provoked by something and directly smashed the rag in his hand on her face.

"Do you think everyone is like you? You can continue on with your body. You can make a lot of money from divorce now. It's easier for you to start over than anyone else, right? But you exclude the truly talented people."

Chen Huan smelled the pungent smell of detergent on the rag and suddenly became furious.

She didn't care about anything anymore.

He sneered and said, "Come on, feel my right pocket."

Qiu Yang did not move: "Don't lie to me. I advise you not to try to escape, or I will cripple your other leg."

"You dare to kidnap me, and are you afraid that I will do something wrong?" Chen Huan looked at her.

Qiu Yang snorted, walked forward and put his hand into Chen Huan's pocket.

He took out a bottle of medicine and some diagnostic treatments.

She looked at the words above and was stunned.

Chen Huan said, "I want to ask you what it means to rely on a man. In my opinion, with my current ability, I chose the man who is best to me, and I used his resources to move up step by step. I paid what I could, but I also endured everything I deserved."

Chen Huan has suffered from insomnia for many years and his mental state is in a mess.

For the reputation of the studio, she not only has to compete with Xue Man in wits and courage, but also has to clean up the mess for her philandering husband.

"My ex-husband was indeed a jeweler. That was the wealth left to him by his family. Later, he accumulated wealth thanks to Xueman's fame. But he cheated on his wife. How many people blamed him? Aren't they all blaming me, the mistress? Even when he and Xueman divorced and divided the property, everyone felt that he should take half of Xueman's property."

"Why do men who rely on women call their virtuous wives help them achieve their ambitions? I am shameless for relying on men to get to the top? Wake up, how many virtuous wives have a good ending?"

"Including you. You've become famous, but you don't have a single decent thing on your body to adorn yourself. You used all your money to help Zhang Zhe pay off his debts, right? Who does he rely on? Why can't he live well for you?"

Wave after wave of attacks almost made Qiu Yang unable to stand.

"Shut up! Zhang Zhe gave me a unique love! You profit-seeking people don't understand at all."

"..."

Chen Huan gritted his teeth.

Of course she doesn't understand.

The love of a scumbag is worthless.