"The Rose Villa, as its name suggests, is covered in beautiful blooming roses everywhere. The flower beds are meticulously circled by short fences, for it is said that different colored roses represent different kinds of love.

Within the villa, arguments never cease. Or rather, it's a one-sided roar.

"Do we really need to divorce?" Wu Mingliang asked devoid of any emotion.

Leng Qingluo looked up at the dark, boundless night sky, her heart was already cold, "Yes, let's part on good terms."

Wu Mingliang grabbed Leng Qingluo, venting his frustrations, "Don't you have a heart? We've been married for five years, can't you show me a little warmth? What's wrong with me? I love you so much!"

"Love me? Is that why you're together with my best friend? She's even pregnant." Leng Qingluo coldly stared at him as if seeing right through him.

Yet, Wu Mingliang relentlessly bombarded her with questions.

"When I returned to China, I wanted to stick by your side every day, to warm your heart. But how did you treat me?

You're always busy, always in meetings, looking down on my company. You even treated Bai Chenhao, who sent you flowers twice, better than me. Why is that?"

Leng Qingluo shook off his hand and sneered in disdain, "Why? To go abroad, you took my mother's money and left me for ten years. I only gave you the cold shoulder for a few years and you couldn't wait to find another woman.

If it wasn't for people abroad pressuring you, would you have returned and come back to me? You wouldn't. You only think about yourself, Wu Mingliang. Don't you find your 'love' utterly laughable?"

With his lies exposed, Wu Mingliang couldn't believe this woman who had been cold towards him for years was only testing him, "No, Qingluo. I love you, I really do. Let's not divorce, please, let's not divorce."

What it has come to, they aren't the same people who they used to be. The beauty of first love, the joy of reunion, none of it withstands their mutual testings.

"Let go." Leng Qingluo slapped Wu Mingliang's face, "She's already pregnant, what else do you want from me?"

Leng Qingluo was suddenly gripped by Wu Mingliang, "I can't let you go. We can't get divorced, Qingluo. We can't. My company, my dreams..."

"Let go of me!" Leng Qingluo pointed her cell phone at Wu Mingliang's chest, sternly rebuked, "Wu Mingliang, let go!"

Leng Qingluo struggled incessantly, pushing him away. Suddenly, Wu Mingliang let go, causing her to lose her balance and fall into a flower bed. A sharp short fence pierced through her lower abdomen.

"No way, you are mine, so is Leng Corporation!" He incessantly murmured, utterly indifferent to her life or death.

She truly couldn't believe that he would do such a thing for money.

This was the man she had waited for ten years for. It was really too laughable.

Leng Qingluo's soul was floating in the air. The sudden downpour passed through her spirit, drenching her body, washing away all traces. It was more than an hour before the police and ambulance arrived.

Wu Mingliang cried heartbreakingly. If only he hadn't pushed her himself.

Looking at him now, he really looked like a good husband, unable to bear her death, everything seems like devoted love, but it's just an act.

After a series of inspections, there was no problem, Leng Qingluo's life ended in her own garden.

On the day of the funeral, the rain was particularly heavy, and the number of people dwindled down until only her spirit stood in front of her own grave.

"The grave of beloved wife Leng Qingluo, Wu Mingliang."

Looking at these words, Leng Qingluo wished she could erase them all off. How did Wu Mingliang qualify? Adding his name to her gravestone.

At this moment, a man in a black suit walked over with an umbrella. His shoulders and pants were already soaked through, indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.

When the man saw Leng Qingluo's gravestone, he knelt directly in front of her grave, discarding his umbrella aside.

"Qingluo, how could you leave like this, I haven't married you yet, how could you just leave..."

Leng Qingluo's heart pained immensely. She was already a ghost, so why did itstill hurt so much? "Why, Bai Chenhao, why?"

Bai Chenhao's head was leaning against the photo of Leng Qingluo, weeping uncontrollably. "Qingluo, tell me, was it Wu Mingliang who did this to you? That day, you told me that once you divorced, you would give me a chance. Why did you leave? It was him, wasn't it?"

Suddenly, he was filled with murderous rage, as if he wanted to tear Wu Mingliang to shreds. "It must have been him. I won't let him go, I won't!"

"No! Ah Hao! Ah Hao!" Leng Qingluo called out, but he couldn't hear her.

Then, Leng Qingluo, ran into Bai Chenhao. A flash of darkness passed and she fainted.

When she woke up, she was still feeling weak, and was held in the arms of a man. Two or three men entered the elevator with them.

It seemed she was back to the moment when she was set up while dining with Fang Ziyu.

That was when Fang Ziyu just left, she got dizzy. At first, she thought it was drunkenness.

But when she woke up, she was lying naked in bed, and was later threatened with her nude photos.

However, when Wu Mingliang showed up, retrieved her nude photos and proposed marriage. His sincerity weakened frail Leng Qingluo.

Leng Qingluo gave Wu Mingliang the chance but now thinking back, perhaps back then, it was him who collaborated with Fang Ziyu and the Li Corporation.

But now, with this replay, she was still utterly defenseless, letting them take away her.

The elevator stopped on the second basement level. The moment the door opened, a few men were laughing and chatting. Leng Qingluo saw Bai Chenhao, something unexpected. He was there at that time as well.

Bai Chenhao saw three or four men hugging a woman dressed in a suit. Bright red lipstick and mature charm, highly sexy, but she didn't appear drunk. Without thinking much, he led his brothers onto the elevator.

When they left, Leng Qingluo held onto the corner of Bai Chenhao's jacket, and weakly said, "Save me."

The sound was very faint, so faint that only Bai Chenhao could hear it.

Six or seven people got on the elevator. Bai Chenhao vigilantly watched their retreating figures. A woman tilted her head weakly, forcefully supported by a man, her eyes desperately seeking help.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, the woman closed her eyes in despair, wondering if her plea for help had reached Bai Chenhao's ears.

Bai Chenhao could almost see tears sliding down the woman's delicate cheeks — an unexpected pang hit his heart.

With one hand, Bai Chenhao wedged open the nearly-closed elevator doors.

Yan Anqing, standing behind him, asked in surprise, "Ah Hao, what's wrong?"

Bai Chenhao's deep eyes turned cold as he looked towards those retreating figures, "Rescue."

He moved swiftly toward them accompanied by his companions, shouting loudly at the people in front, "Hey!"

As they turned around, Bai Chenhao launched a flying kick at the man supporting the woman. With swift action, he took Leng Qingluo into his arms, gently leaned her against the wall, and joined the ensuing conflict.