Thinking about her mother's messages and their heartache-filled gazes, Cheng Qingchong held her breath and pleaded in a minute voice, "Please, just this once…"

As she said so, tears poured out of her eyes. As if afraid that he might see her tears, she quickly lowered her head.

Her tears fell on his shirt, and that wet stain seemed to carry a great force within it, knocking the breath out of Qin Yinan. His heart squeezed from perceived trauma, and the next second, he shoved Cheng Qingchong rudely away, causing her to stagger several steps back to introduce some distance between them. He then growled with immense anger, "Aren't you a woman of any sly means? Why do you need me? Since you've managed to keep me so dumbly cheated for so long, why can't you do the same to your mother? I repeat myself, I will not help you. Even if you get down on your knees to beg me, I will not help you, so you'd better give up while you still can!"

Qin Yinan's shove was quite forceful; he sent Cheng Qingchong flying into his office door. Her forehead knocked into the solid wood, causing a red bruise to instantly form on her fair skin.

However, she didn't seem to feel pain. With her back on the door, she had her head lowered, listening to his lecture. When he was done, she slowly raised her head, but each time her head raised to reach the level of his shirt, she quickly moved her head away.

She was shell-shocked like a trauma victim, and it took her a long time before her lips finally moved.

Qin Yinan thought she was going to beg him, but even though her lips moved, she didn't make a sound. After about half a minute, her lips slowly closed. With tense lips, she straightened herself, turned around slowly, and reached out toward the door knob of the closed office door.

She really didn't know whether her heart had died or had gotten used to the sensation of paid, but regardless, she simply couldn't feel anything from her heart anymore.

She had come to him for help perhaps because she secretly still held out hope, or perhaps she was hoping some parts of the kindness that he had once shown her came from his sincere heart. Even if he might not love him, she thought he perhaps might give face to his once-in-laws who had been nothing but perfectly nice to him.

Thus, she had gathered all her courage and come to visit him. However, she realized she was completely wrong; the Qin Yinan she knew, the Qin Yinan who she thought was the kindest man she had ever met, was nothing more than a lie. He had shown her the truth, and it was time for her to accept it.

If that was the case, there was nothing else she could do but leave.

Cheng Qingchong twisted the door knob, and before the pulling it open, she hesitated whether to say goodbye or not. Then she laughed at herself for being so stupid. What am I thinking? How is that necessary? It's obvious that he cannot wait for me to leave, so why should I waste my breath?

Cheng Qingchong's lips stretched to a thin line. She pulled the door open, and with her head lowered, she walked out slowly.

Cheng Qingchong didn't turn to look back. She closed the door lightly behind her and walked toward the elevator.

She only took several steps when she heard a loud bang coming from the room behind her like something heavy falling on the floor.

She didn't turn or stop. If anything, she only picked up pace as she rushed toward the elevator. She waited for it to open. She walked into it, closed the door, and left the building.