Su Muyan could count the blood drops she coughed up.
Every drop hit the blue-grey cement floor, scattering tiny red plums. The leaking iron roof of the warehouse made a thumping sound, mixed with the whistle coming from the Huangpu River in the distance, as if counting down to her death.
"Sister, you look so pitiful." Lin Weiwei's crocodile leather handbag swept across the dusty wooden box in the warehouse, and the gilt buckle made a crisp sound. "I told you before, Yan Chen has never had you in his heart."
Three of Su Muyan's ribs were broken, and every breath felt like swallowing broken glass. She looked at the cigar burning between Gu Yanchen's fingers, and the smoke rings spread out in front of her eyes, carrying the mellow aroma of fine tobacco - it was a gift she gave him for his birthday last year, bought with the last working capital of the Su family.
"Why..." Blood froth was stuck in her throat, and her voice was as sticky as melted brown sugar.
Gu Yanchen crushed the cigar slowly and slowly, and amid the crisp sound of the Italian handmade leather shoes crushing the cigarette butts, he finally deigned to look at her: "Do you think I really need the Su family's property?" He chuckled softly, and the emerald cufflinks on his chest dangled when he leaned over, making her dizzy, "What I want is always something you can't ask for."
Lin Weiwei suddenly screamed and pointed at Su Muyan's hand: "Ah! She's still holding on to that broken bracelet!"
Su Muyan suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was clutching the jade bracelet left by her mother tightly, her knuckles turning white to the point of pain. There was a slight crack on the edge of the bracelet, which she dropped when she blocked Lin Weiwei's carriage.
"Give it back to me..." She wanted to pounce, but Gu Yanchen kicked her in the chest.
