"You had a miscarriage?!" Qin Mo's brows furrowed, his face full of anger.
Qin Cha had just briefly explained what happened, but seeing her brother look like he wanted to beat Shang Jue up made her heart feel warm.
"The baby is fine. Saying I had a miscarriage was just a lie to them."
Luckily, this hospital was owned by the Qin family, so it wasn't hard for Qin Cha to fake a report to fool Shang Jue and his grandmother.
Since they were already divorced, the baby in her belly belonged only to her.
Shang Jue had cheated on her, and she was the one who carried the child for ten months and went through childbirth.
Did the Shang family really think they could take the baby away now?
No way. That was just wishful thinking.
Coincidentally, didn't Shang's grandmother want a grandson?
Then let her suffer from the pain of thinking she caused her own grandson's death.
Qin Mo still looked upset. "The Shang family is seriously the worst! It was their luck that our Qin family's little princess married into their home, and they still dared to treat you like that."
Thinking about how his sister gave her all for a man for three whole years made Qin Mo furious.
Qin Cha was the eldest daughter of the main Qin family branch in the capital.
She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, smart, and really good at business.
At just 18, she took over one of the family's companies and did great with it.
Her whole family adored her, and even outsiders respected her. But for those three years, she lived her life around a man and ended up with nothing in return.
Looking back at herself during those years, Qin Cha felt like she didn't even recognize that version of her anymore.
After losing her memory, she turned into a lovesick idiot.
"But how did you even lose your memory for three years? Was someone behind it?" Qin Mo asked, confused.
"Probably," Qin Cha replied, her eyes turning cold.
The men in the Qin family had already carved out paths for themselves.
Qin Mingyuan, the family head and the chairman of the group, had decided to pick a successor between his two outstanding granddaughters, Qin Cha and Qin Yun.
Three years ago, the two of them made a bet: whoever performed better within five years would become the successor.
That night, three years ago, she was supposed to meet Shang Jue to talk about a business deal.
But someone drugged her... and she ended up with Shang Jue.
When she woke up, not only had she lost her memory, she was somehow already married to him.
It was obvious who benefited the most from all that.
Qin Mo remembered the bet too and tried to comfort her, "You already missed three years. A few more days won't change much. Let the doctor check on you later and just rest for now."
Qin Mo knew his sister was super stubborn, which gave him a constant headache. "Well, at least go home, change your clothes, and get something to eat, right?"
Qin Cha gave a small, bitter smile. "Sure."
After changing and having a quick meal, Qin Cha went to the company, but she couldn't even bring herself to smile.
Three years ago, she took over a media company under the Qin family.
But with no real boss running things for three years, the whole place was just filled with lazy people who only made bad movies that got dragged all over the entertainment industry.
The only film they had ever produced sold just five tickets.
The stars she had once believed in had all become famous, but they had all been stolen away. Now, all that was left were people she had never even heard of.
Looking at the report, Qin Cha took a deep breath.
"What else can we do?" The vice president chuckled. "Where can we find so many good talents? And they have to become famous within two years.
Our company doesn't have that many resources, and our reputation is already ruined."
Qin Cha lifted her eyelids, her cold aura easily overshadowing her beauty.
She leaned forward slightly and asked seriously, "What do you think of me?"
The vice president widened his eyes.
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A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Shang Jue returned from his business trip to Country A, having worked tirelessly for nearly a week. The red blood vessels in his deep eyes were clearly visible behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
He walked quickly to the parking lot, habitually glancing at a certain spot, but didn't see the familiar figure.
He furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Call my wife and ask her if she's coming to pick me up..."
He stopped abruptly, realizing what he was about to say.
Li, his assistant, tactfully didn't remind him that he and his wife had already divorced, and she wouldn't be there to pick him up every time like before.
"Mr. Shang, are we going back to the company or..." Li trailed off.
Shang Jue took off his glasses and rubbed his temples with his slender fingers. "One Pin Mansion."
They arrived in a bustling area of the city during rush hour, and the traffic was terrible.
Shang Jue was even more irritable.
He glanced at his personal phone, which was empty of calls and messages, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Has my wife contacted you recently?"
"No, she hasn't," Li replied, lowering his gaze.
Shang Jue pursed his thin lips, his face appearing and disappearing in the evening sun, his expression unreadable.
"Miss Shen has been discharged from the hospital and is staying at One Pin Mansion," Li reported.
Shang Jue nodded his head slightly and asked, "What about my wife?"
In the past, when Qin Cha was angry with him, she had also run away from home, but at most for three days.
She would come back obediently when she realized that he had no intention of indulging her tantrums.
Li, his assistant, quickly glanced at Shang Jue and replied, "Madam has not returned."
After all, they were divorced.
What was the point of going back?
It seemed that Madam was serious this time, especially since she had signed the divorce agreement.
Shang Jue suddenly raised his head, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.
Without him asking, Li tactfully said, "We have not yet found out where Madam is, but I will investigate as soon as possible."
The pressure around Shang Jue remained at its lowest.
His bony fingers hesitated on the contact list, on the name "Qin Cha," and he did not press it for a long time.
At this moment, a huge billboard outside the car window caught his attention.
It was an advertisement for a milk tea brand.
A girl with a beautiful face held a cup of milk tea, smiling and looking lovingly at the boy next to her.
The spokesperson's signature on the billboard read: Qin Cha.
Shang Jue stared at the eyes full of deep affection, and his face sank, his eyes filled with intense anger.
"Mr. Shang."
Li, the assistant, suddenly felt a chill go down his spine. He followed Shang's gaze and saw the huge billboard that couldn't be ignored.
How could the Madam be endorsing milk tea?
"Mr. Shang, I'll investigate right away." Li didn't need to be told twice and quickly left.
One Palace Mansion.
Shang's face was cold, and a trace of frustration showed in his deep eyes.
At the entrance, Shen Mingyue saw Shang walk in, and a faint glimmer flickered in her lowered eyes.
She quickly hid the smile on her lips, stepped forward, and when she looked up, her eyes were already filled with tears.
She choked, blaming herself, "A Jue, it's all my fault. If I hadn't shown up out of nowhere, the child wouldn't have been lost like that, and Qin Cha wouldn't have left. It's all my fault… cough, cough, cough."
As she got emotional, Shen Mingyue began coughing. Her pale face looked completely bloodless.
Shang's expression stayed dark and distant. "It's not your fault. Qin Cha was just too stubborn. Go get some rest."
Hearing that Shang still cared about her, a hint of smugness flashed in Shen Mingyue's eyes. She leaned lightly against his chest.
"A Jue, I feel so cold."
Shang frowned slightly. Without a word, he picked her up himself and carried her to the guest room on the third floor.
As they passed the master bedroom, ambition flickered in Shen Mingyue's eyes.
"Mr. Shang."
Li stood outside the guest room, respectful and obedient, not daring to glance anywhere he shouldn't.