Chapter 154: Chu Li's Betrothal Gift

Chu Li asked deliberately, mocking Cheng Wan for not keeping her word at this moment.

Cheng Wan's expression was pale and calm as water, "With your methods, President Chu, would I dare to go back on my word?"

If she were to go back on her word, Lin Qingya would be thrown back into the Police Station the very next second.

She understood this.

Chu Li was silent for a few seconds before agreeing, "Three days from now is the wedding of Yun Shu and Cheng Han; I will come to pick you up."

Cheng Wan agreed, her attitude softening slightly, and she asked Chu Li to stay for a meal.

Chu Li knew this was just a polite gesture; he could tell from her occasionally impatient expression that if it weren't for Lin Qingya, she wouldn't have appeared in front of him at all.

"I heard you are looking for an OEM factory?"

Cheng Wan was stunned for a moment, "Yes."

After all, a studio is just a studio; if she wants to mass-produce perfume, she must find an OEM factory.

It's just that for the first few batches, the production volume is small, so some of the better factories won't take the job, while the small factories either have poor environments or inadequate equipment, and Cheng Wan is not satisfied with any of them.

She has been running around for nearly a month for this matter and still hasn't finalized anything.

She has already considered expanding to other provinces.

"I will leave one production line for the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Perfume for you." Chu Li had already picked up his overcoat, his tone without the slightest fluctuation.

It was a very business-like attitude.

Cheng Wan immediately wanted to refuse.

She was the one who built up the Perfume Division of the Chu Group, so she knew very well how sophisticated and powerful the machinery on that line was.

But giving it to her was a waste of talent.

"No..."

"Consider it your betrothal gift."

Chu Li dropped this sentence and left.

Cheng Wan was a bit startled; a betrothal gift?

If they remarried, it would be a second marriage; did it require a betrothal gift?

Moreover, she had long since lost any feelings for him and didn't need a betrothal gift.

It's just that she couldn't seem to find anything more suitable than that production line.

She had a headache.

"Wanwan." Lin Qingya walked out.

She had really lost a lot of weight; Cheng Wan's clothes looked exceptionally baggy on her.

"Won't you sleep for a while?" Cheng Wan pulled her to sit down beside her.

Lin Qingya shook her head, gently holding Cheng Wan's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Do you still love him?"

Cheng Wan shook her head, her voice cold, "I stopped loving him a long time ago."

Lin Qingya felt guilty, her eyes turning red.

Cheng Wan pulled out a tissue for her, "Can you tell me now? What exactly happened?"

Lin Qingya closed her eyes; in truth, it was only a matter of a few words.

After she was taken away by Cheng Han, she was just sent back to the country after a brief trip abroad, and then she was locked in the Cheng Family Old Residence; that was where Cheng Han's parents lived before they passed away, and after they died, Cheng Han went abroad, leaving the place vacant.

Cheng Han's exact words were to let her atone for her sins there.

It's just that everyone in the Old Residence knew Cheng Han hated her, so they treated her poorly—at best, they wouldn't give her food; at worst, they would beat and scold her.

Later, when she fell ill and was sent to the Yiyuan, she encountered Qin Yunshu in the lobby and was provoked by her, which was why she couldn't control herself and lashed out.

At the time, she also harbored the thought of going to jail to escape Cheng Han.

Her heart had already turned to ash.

After listening, Cheng Wan's last bit of goodwill toward Cheng Han vanished into thin air.

He and Chu Li were the same kind of person.

"It doesn't matter; it's good that you're back. We will work hard together from now on," Cheng Wan comforted her.

Lin Qingya covered her face and wept bitterly, venting all the grievances in her heart.

She didn't understand how she and he had ended up in such a state.

And even, she had implicated Cheng Wan again.

"You will live here with me." Cheng Wan considered the matters ahead, "As for your studio, if you want to go..."

"I won't go." Lin Qingya shook her head, becoming agitated, "I will never go again."

"Alright, alright, Qingya, we won't go."

Lin Qingya's fingers trembled slightly, "Wanwan, I want to rest for a while."

"Okay."

Cheng Wan respected her opinion.

Three days later was the wedding Qin Yunshu had been looking forward to for a long time.

Chu Li came to pick up Cheng Wan in person.

When they walked into the venue hand in hand, Cheng Wan clearly sensed several hateful gazes.

One was from Madam Chu.

She had already received news from Qin Yunshu that Chu Li was going to remarry, but with the people Chu Li had arranged, she couldn't get close to Cheng Wan.

Another was Cheng Mingzhu.

She had long been sent abroad, and this time, she was only allowed to return because Cheng Han was getting married; she thought she still had a chance, but Cheng Wan had returned to Chu Li's side once again.

She hated Cheng Wan.

Cheng Wan ignored it calmly; she and Chu Li were sitting in the front row.

Music flowed, and joy filled the air everywhere.

Cheng Wan looked at Cheng Han in front; he was in a white suit and exceptionally handsome, but his expression was indifferent, lacking the joy a groom should have.

To the rhythm of the wedding march, Qin Yunshu walked over slowly, holding onto Qin Jianguo's arm.

A shy smile was on her face, and her eyes were filled with infatuation for her fiancé.

She had married Cheng Han as she wished.

From now on, she would be the Young Mistress Cheng in name and in truth.

With Cheng Han and Chu Li by her side, she would be the most noble woman in the entire Yuncheng.

Step by step, she walked toward Cheng Han.

Finally, she stood opposite Cheng Han with a happy smile on her face.

The pastor was reading the vows.

"Cheng Han."

A voice, neither loud nor soft, rang out, interrupting the wedding ceremony.

Cheng Wan's eyelids twitched as she looked toward the other side.

Lin Qingya wore a long white dress covered by a red overcoat; her thin body looked as if it could be blown over by the autumn wind at any moment.

She walked forward slowly.

"Qingya," Cheng Wan stepped forward, "why are you here?"

"Wanwan, I have a few words I want to say to Cheng Han, don't worry."

Cheng Mingzhu blocked Lin Qingya, very rudely.

"Today is my brother's wedding, get out."

Lin Qingya chuckled; she reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out a fruit knife.

Cheng Mingzhu screamed and backed away.

Meanwhile, Cheng Wan had already been pulled into Chu Li's arms with his quick reflexes.

"Lin Qingya, are you crazy? Or do you really want to go to jail?" Qin Yunshu was furious.

With Lin Qingya appearing here, her perfect wedding was no longer perfect.

Cheng Han's pupils shook, "Lin Qingya, don't do anything rash."

"Qingya, no." Cheng Wan murmured, her eyes full of fear.

Only she had guessed Lin Qingya's intentions, and she struggled to make Chu Li let her go.

Fearing she would get hurt, Chu Li clamped his arms around her waist to keep her from going over.

"Chu Li, she doesn't want to hurt others, she wants to hurt herself..." Cheng Wan pleaded.

Chu Li heard her clearly.

He reacted quickly, having the bodyguards who had already arrived seize the knife from Lin Qingya's hand.

Lin Qingya's movements were faster.

A smile curled at the corners of her mouth, "Cheng Han, this is the wedding gift I give to you."

Fresh blood dripped down her wrist, staining the green lawn red.

Everyone was horrified.

They had all thought Lin Qingya was going to hurt someone, but she had hurt herself.

At Cheng Han and Qin Yunshu's wedding, she had committed suicide by slitting her wrists.

The fresh blood dripped, drop by drop, staining the green lawn red.

The knife in her hand had already been seized, and the bodyguards were even roughly pinning her shoulders, not allowing her to move.

The blood grew more and more.