49: Chapter 49 Humble and Ridiculous

She had been dating Wang Yang for three years!

She was the one who should be enjoying all this!

What right did Zhao Yaqin have?

A woman in her forties, how dare she?

Liu Qian's nails dug deep into her palms.

She took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the twisted anger on her face.

She switched to a pitiful expression.

She stood up and quickly chased after them.

"Wang Yang!"

Her voice was laced with tears.

Wang Yang paused his steps and looked back at her.

Liu Qian ran over and fell to her knees in front of him with a thud.

The crowd that hadn't dispersed yet let out a gasp.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

"Did this woman just kneel down?"

"Look, look!"

Wang Yang looked down at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Liu Qian knelt on the ground, head tilted up, tears streaming down her face.

"Wang Yang, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

She reached out to grab Wang Yang's pant leg, but Wang Yang stepped back and dodged it.

Liu Qian grabbed nothing but air, but she didn't care and continued to cry and plead.

"I was blind back then, I had no eyes to see. I shouldn't have dumped you, and I shouldn't have looked down on you for being poor. Can you please forgive me?"

Wang Yang looked at her, a smile slowly curling at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't speak.

Seeing that he hadn't left, Liu Qian thought there was a chance and cried even harder.

"Wang Yang, we were together for three years, three years of feelings! Can you really be so heartless?"

Wang Yang laughed.

"Three years of feelings? What did you say a few days ago? 'Poor losers don't deserve to date, they'll be like this for their whole lives, stepped on by others forever.'"

He repeated what she had said, word for word.

Liu Qian's face turned pale.

Wang Yang continued.

"You left with that man, rode in his Mercedes-Benz, took his bags, and threw money in my face. And now you kneel in front of me and talk about three years of feelings?"

Liu Qian bit her lip, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

"I was wrong. I was really wrong... I'll do whatever you want."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pleading.

"Wang Yang, can we start over? I'll be your girlfriend, I'll treat you well, I'll never look down on you again."

Wang Yang looked at her appearance, feeling incredibly satisfied.

The old Liu Qian was arrogant and bossed him around.

The current Liu Qian was kneeling on the ground, begging like a dog.

He looked down at her, his eyes full of amusement.

"Start over?"

Liu Qian nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes! Start over! I'll treat you well, better than anyone else!"

Wang Yang laughed.

He tightened his grip on Zhao Yaqin.

"Then what about the person beside me?"

Liu Qian was stunned.

She looked at Zhao Yaqin.

Zhao Yaqin stood beside Wang Yang, looking down at her with a complex expression.

Liu Qian gritted her teeth.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

"She, she can be with us too."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Liu Qian's voice was trembling, but she still said it word for word.

"Let her be your woman too... I'll be the minor one. We'll serve you together."

The crowd around them erupted into even louder gasps.

"Holy crap, is this woman crazy?"

"With her mother? What kind of move is that?"

"That's too explosive!"

Liu Qian knelt on the ground, her face flushed red, but she continued anyway.

"Anyway, she isn't my biological mother. She just said so, I was adopted, we aren't related by blood. We can both be with you..."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pleading.

Filled with humbleness and a desperate, all-or-nothing madness.

"Wang Yang, do you think that works? I'll be the minor one, she'll be the major one, I'll listen to her, I'll listen to both of you."

Wang Yang looked down at her.

Looking at this woman who used to be arrogant in front of him.

Looking at this woman who despised him for being poor, scolded him, and dumped him.

Looking at her kneeling on the ground, saying she wanted to serve him together with her mother.

He felt so satisfied he could almost fly.

Satisfied.

Fucking satisfied.

Wang Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Liu Qian, do you know what you look like right now?"

Liu Qian looked at him blankly.

Wang Yang said word by word.

"Like a dog."

Liu Qian's face turned deathly pale.

Wang Yang continued.

"No, even a dog is better than you. A dog still knows how to have dignity, but you?"

Liu Qian's tears streamed down.

Wang Yang put his arm around Zhao Yaqin and turned to leave.

Liu Qian knelt on the ground, watching his back as he walked further and further away.

She suddenly scrambled up, chased after him, and grabbed the hem of Wang Yang's clothes.

"Wang Yang! Wang Yang, don't go! I was really wrong! I'll do anything! You can hit me, scold me! Just don't go."

Wang Yang looked back, his eyes icy.

"Let go."

Liu Qian didn't let go.

Wang Yang raised his foot, making a move to kick.

Liu Qian was so scared she quickly let go and took a step back.

Wang Yang looked at her disheveled state and sneered.

He put his arm around Zhao Yaqin and strode away.

Liu Qian stood there, watching his back disappear into the crowd.

The crowd around them pointed and whispered.

"Serves her right, who told her to be a gold digger back then."

"Regretting it now is too late."

"Kneeling and begging, and he doesn't even want her, how pathetic."

"Pathetic? She brought it on herself!"

Liu Qian stood there, trembling all over.

Young Master Zhang walked over and kicked her in the butt.

"You embarrassing thing! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Are you leaving or not?"

Liu Qian was kicked sideways, her waist hitting the pillar nearby, making her gasp in pain.

She climbed up, head bowed, and followed Young Master Zhang forward.

After a few steps, she couldn't help but look back.

Wang Yang and Zhao Yaqin were already out of sight.

Only a group of onlookers remained, still pointing at her.

Liu Qian turned her head and followed Young Master Zhang out of the Shopping Mall.

Outside, the cold wind was biting, stinging her face.

Young Master Zhang walked in front without looking back.

Liu Qian followed behind, her legs still trembling, her stomach still hurting.

The spot on her waist where she was hit was also burning.

But she couldn't care about that.

Her mind was filled with the scene from just now.

Wang Yang holding her mother's waist.

The gold bracelet on her mother's wrist.

The bags full of gold in Wang Yang's hands.

And the look in Wang Yang's eyes when he looked at her.

Cold, indifferent, like looking at a pile of trash.

Liu Qian's nails dug deep into her palms.

Why?

Why could Zhao Yaqin live so well?

Why didn't Wang Yang give money to her when he got rich?

She was Wang Yang's girlfriend!

She had been dating Wang Yang for three years! She was the one who should be enjoying all this!

Who does Zhao Yaqin think she is?

A woman in her forties, having been a widow for over ten years, how dare she?

The more Liu Qian thought about it, the angrier she got, and her eyes turned red.

She hated Wang Yang.

Hated him for not telling her he was rich, hated him for pretending to be poor to trick her.

Hated him for actually getting together with her mother.

She also hated Zhao Yaqin.

Hated her for stealing her man, hated her for wearing the gold bracelet that should have been hers.

Hated her for smiling so happily.

Liu Qian gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

She remembered how she looked kneeling on the ground begging Wang Yang just now.

So many people watching, taking photos, pointing fingers.

She knelt there, begging like a dog.

But what about Wang Yang?

He laughed.

He said she looked like a dog.

He said even a dog is better than you.

Liu Qian's tears finally fell.