I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot

147 Can You Let Me Follow You? I Don’t Want a Status, Or Anything Of That Sort

Sang Qianqian’s face was pale with disbelief.

She remembered the few words she had said to Shen Hanyu at the Sang family’s villa that day.

She asked him why he was targeting the Sang family. He replied, “Why don’t you ask yourself?”

He also said that he had been looking for her for a long time.

If the Sang family’s bankruptcy and her father’s death had nothing to do with him, why would he answer like that?

Guo Muyang sighed. “He did target the Sang family because of you, and he certainly has been looking for you for a long time.”

However, he was not looking for Sang Qianqian herself.

Instead, he was looking for the benefactor who had helped the Shen family clear their debts and overcome their difficulties.

Guo Dingsong refused to tell him who had helped the Shen family back then. He only said that he didn’t need to repay the other party at all.

For the past few years, Shen Hanyu had been trying his best to find out who this person was, but to no avail.

From a certain perspective, he had indeed been looking for Sang Qianqian for a long time.

Sang Qianqian’s lips moved, but in the end, she could not say anything.

She believed in Guo Muyang. He really had no reason to lie to her.

If Shen Hanyu had let the Sang family off, then who was it that had such a huge grudge against her family that they would only be satisfied after it was destroyed?

Sang Qianqian really couldn’t think of anything.

At that time, the Sang family was in a huge debt dispute.

Sang Qianqian was extremely beautiful and was once an unattainable existence for the Young Masters in Ming City’s noble families.

Now that the Sang family had gone bankrupt, there were many people who took the opportunity to make things difficult for her and bully her. There were also many people who coveted her face and wanted to raise her like a Canary by their side.

She was not living well, and at this point, she would have choice but to marry.

The prerequisite was that the person had to be able to pay off the Sang family’s huge debt.

Han Tianyi really wanted to marry her, but his father, Han Shangrong, would never agree to his son’s decision, so the marriage was left unsettled.

Those debts were enormous.

Many people were willing to bring a princess back home, but the princess had a deadly burden on her, so no one dared to take the risk.

No one dared to marry Sang Qianqian, and the debt collectors had forced her into a corner.

Wen Xu did everything he could to help her pay off her debts, but it was still difficult to fill the hole. Instead, it caused problems for Zhongwen Film and Television Group as the stock price kept falling.

Sang Qianqian had already fallen into despair.

Her father was dead, her brother was missing, and she had dragged down Wen Xu, who was the only one she cared about.

She thought perhaps death would be the best ending for her.

It was late autumn, and the seaside was very cold at night. When Sang Qianqian stepped into the sea, she shivered.

However, she still walked into the wayer without hesitation. Her body seemed to be frozen, but it gradually warmed up again.

The water flowed through her nose and mouth, but she was extremely clear-headed and calmly allowed the water to enter her windpipe.

Her body was like a blade of water grass, being pushed and pulled by the waves as she drifted and sank. Sang Qianqian’s consciousness gradually fell into a coma.

‘Whoosh!’

Someone forcefully pulled her out of the water, picked her up, and laid her flat on the shore.

The man’s long and strong fingers pinched her chin as he leaned over and transferred his breath into the girl’s body.

Sang Qianqian’s muddled consciousness gradually recovered.

The cold, clear air invaded her lungs. She was laid on the ground as she coughed violently.

When she finally managed to calm her breathing, she raised her eyes.

What she saw was a pair of eyes that were even darker and more unfathomable than the pitch-black night.

Sang Qianqian’s entire body shivered, and she trembled so much that she could not speak.

“I’ve paid off the Sang family’s debt,” Shen Hanyu said indifferently. There was no emotion in his voice.

Sang Qianqian couldn’t describe what she was feeling. It was as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her chest, constantly suffocating her.

That night, Shen Hanyu drove her back to her place and left.

He didn’t ask Sang Qianqian to fulfill her promise of marrying whoever paid off the Sang family’s debts.