Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Duan Qiushu stared in shock at the woman before him. This was the person who’d made him persevere with his own beliefs. He’d always pictured her as kind-hearted and pure, but that had all been a lie, and he had been deceived. Now, with her face all contorted, he couldn’t stand to look at her any longer. Her gaze was even more sinister.

Duan Qiushu shut his eyes, unable to accept how he’d given up his dreams back then for someone like this.

Back in those days, he and Miao Zifu had made it to university together. He was to attend University A, a prestigious school in Country A, and Miao Zifu registered for University T in Ning An City.

For Miao Zifu’s sake, he offered her the money his parents had prepared for his own university fees, giving up his dreams and working diligently instead. He’d wanted to start his own business, but every time he amassed some savings, Miao Zifu would spend the money. Thus, to this day, he hadn’t accomplished much.

His mother still wished for him to marry Zifu.

As Miao Zifu’s rained her abusive words on Duan Qiushu, he glared at her coldly. “Miao Zifu, let’s just say that I was blind back then. In the future, you go and look out for yourself!” With just one sentence, Duan Qiushu stood up to take his leave.

“Duan Qiushu, stop right there! You’re too vicious! How could you do this to me? Why don’t you go and kill yourself? Go and die…!”

“Miao Zifu, watch your manners. I may not have gone to a university, but I know I shouldn’t swear so freely!” Duan Qiushu didn’t want to linger anymore in this repressive atmosphere; it was almost suffocating.

Miao Zifu’s eyes abruptly grew wicked as she cackled and asked, “Duan Qiushu, why don’t you like me anymore? I never begged for your affection back then. You’re the one who was stupid enough to offer me the opportunity and even gave me money. What can I say? Haha! You were a willing party, so how could I still reject the money…?”

Duan Qiushu clenched his fists firmly by his side as his eyes grew dark. With heavy steps, he left the room.

Miao Zifu was later convicted and then put behind bars. She started panicking as she screamed and yelled, even appearing to have lost her wits. “I want to see An Yexuan, let me see An Yexuan…! He won’t abandon me! He’ll come and save me…! To everyone treating me like this, he will avenge me…! Do you dare to provoke the An family? Ah… I don’t want to go in there! Who dares to… I want to see An Yexuan…” Her maniacal cries rang out from inside.

The few policemen nearby looked at the lunatic before them with contempt. How could anyone have cared about a person like that? In a household like the An family, how could they possibly have allowed this woman to leech off of them?

“Go, Young Master An will not see you. Stay inside to clear your mind.” Everyone pushed Miao Zifu along, showing no mercy in their strength.

Duan Qiushu wandered aimlessly. He didn’t know what he should do now, nor did he have the cheek to return and face his mother. Thinking about his elderly parents, he could only feel guilt and pain in his heart. Miao Zifu was right—he’d been too stupid.

Just as he was roaming around, a middle-aged man approached him out of the blue. “Mr. Duan, my mistress would like to have a drink with you.”

Duan Qiushu froze. Seeing a luxurious car nearby, he sneered at himself, “With my looks, how could I still have attracted someone? Sorry, I may be desolate, but I won’t have dealings in shady businesses.”

Uncle Liu was taken back, but he quickly smiled. “Mr. Duan, I think you must be mistaken. Our mistress is already married, and she said that she can help you achieve your dreams. If you’d like to reconsider, this is the address. If not, the one suffering a loss won’t be my mistress.”