When she opened the door, the house was quiet. To her surprise, Soong's mother didn't block the way.

Soong Chuyi let her guard down. After walking around the room, she realized that she had relaxed too early. Soong's mother was not there, but the room was a mess. Many things were missing.

Perhaps Soong's mother wanted Soong Chuyi to see her determination, so she moved away all the daily necessities in one day.

If Soong Chuyi wanted to continue living here, buying everything would be a sum of money. Soong's mother knew that she was a thrifty person and would definitely call her to apologize. The mother and daughter knew each other very well.

Soong's mother knew that Soong Chuyi wanted to leave her control. For the sake of the future, Soong Chuyi would beg her. This was a war between both sides.

Soong Chuyi was furious that her home was empty. Of course, what she cared more about was her savings. It was a private stash that she did not dare let Soong's mother know about.

Soong Chuyi had thought that if Soong's mother and brother sucked her blood for the rest of her life, she would quit her job and go to the country. She could go anywhere.

But now, that money was gone.

Soong Chuyi's face was ashen. If the passbook fell into Soong's mother's hands, she would most likely not be able to get it. If it wasn't for the fact that the bank had closed for the day, she would have rushed out to withdraw all the money. As for the loss compensation, after that, if she still wanted peace, she would have to completely cut off all ties with Soong's mother. Otherwise, the money would be a clue that would cause Soong's mother to pester her endlessly.

Soong Chuyi came back with a bag. Two hours later, she left with another bag. She took out a change of clothes and a set of clothes. Soong's mother had moved the house so thoroughly that she could return it to the owner tomorrow.

There was an artificial lake in City C. You didn't need to buy a ticket to pass through. Not long after getting off the highway, you arrived. Soong Chuyi walked on the bridge against the night wind, looking at the stars reflected on the surface of the lake. Her eyes were filled with tears.

She looked at the water mirror under the dark sky and wanted to jump down and be done with it. She held onto the bridge with both hands and did not dare to move her feet for a long time.

Soong Chuyi imagined what it would be like to drown her nose and throat in the cold water after she jumped into it. She imagined how Soong's mother would curse her life in the future without her hard work.

Her ears were filled with Soong's mother's endless curses, so many that she wanted to gouge her ears out. Why did he do that to her?

Jump down and you'll be free, you won't have to listen to that nagging, you won't have to think about it, but maybe no one in the world will remember that there was a young man named Soong Chuyi.

Soong Chuyi wiped away her tears and opened her phone to write her last words. She was filled with hatred.

She hated this world, hated her biological mother, hated her brother, hated all the bad people who didn't give her any hope. Why was it that she had to live such a hard life?

What hope could there be in living?

Did she have to face this kind of situation every time she lived?

Soong Chuyi cried as she typed, venting all her dissatisfaction. She cried out loud into the lake for a while, and her mood seemed to improve, but she still had not given up the thought of dying.

In this world, no one loved her. There was nothing beautiful that could make her stay. This time, she lived without bringing death with her. How pitiful.

Soong Chuyi's face was cold from the wind. She put her phone back in her bag and casually threw it at her feet. There were no pedestrians around now, and she didn't know how often she would pass a car. She stepped on the railing and stood on the edge of danger.

As long as she let go of her hands and jumped down, she could say goodbye to the world. Soong Chuyi let go of one hand and waved it in the air.

Goodbye...

"Do you only want two signatures and nothing else?"

"Miss Sleeve..."

"I like it very much... I believe it."

Soong Chuyi suddenly saw a beam of light. She opened her eyes and saw the moon in the distance. She slipped and almost fell. Her heart skipped a beat. She gripped the railing with both hands and couldn't help but look down.

She suddenly felt that it was a bit high. If she fell and didn't drown, she would hit a stone wall. Wouldn't her head suffer?

Soong Chuyi found a reason for herself. Her legs trembled as she slowly rolled back. She couldn't die yet.

She picked up the bag from the ground and dusted it off. Soong Chuyi leaned against the railing and squatted down.

Just like that, she quietly placed her face on her knees and listened to the natural sounds around her. There was a slight breeze and the croaking of insects.

The world was so big and she was still young. She really shouldn't have given up so easily. Even if the law didn't allow Hsu's mother and daughter to break off their blood ties, she should have been tougher and picked up any weapon to protect herself.

After thinking it through, Soong Chuyi rubbed her stiff face and called Di Di to check into the hotel last night.

The moon disappeared and the sun rose. It was Saturday, and the bank was not open. Soong Chuyi could only wait patiently if she wanted to lose it. Since she had nothing to do anyway, Soong Chuyi specially chose Hsu Youfeng's clothes and procedures. She chose many types of fabrics. Wearing them would not hurt her skin, and even if she sweated in the summer, it would not stick to her body uncomfortably.

It was silky and a little cool to the touch, but the material was not cheap. Soong Chuyi wanted Hsu Youfeng to wear it comfortably, so she buttoned it in detail. The material for the fabric buttons, plus the problem of the model, had happened three times in total. Soong Chuyi had to nitpick the problem before she could decide.

After dealing with one or two of these private deals, half a month had passed. When there was progress, Soong Chuyi could not help but report to Hsu Youfeng that the number of Wechat dialogues between the two of them was no longer the same as the number of clients and sellers.

Or maybe Soong Chuyi took advantage of the situation. Hsu Youfeng liked her design very much. The two of them chatted for a long time based on the designs of the prototype based on the few drafts. They also had a fan and idol relationship. In the end, Soong Chuyi and Hsu Youfeng's relationship gradually developed into a close netizen relationship.

For example, Hsu Youfeng would complain about his clothes, which his agent had chosen for him. He wore a dark gray suit when he attended big events.

Soong Chuyi received Hsu Youfeng's ridicule for the first time and thought that the other side had been hacked. What kind of artist would be so bold as to speak the truth to an outsider in the industry?

Soong Chuyi asked curiously. Hsu Youfeng came back to his senses in a daze and threatened, "Don't tell anyone. I'm asking you as a client."

Soong Chuyi joked, "I'm not a good person. Be careful that I don't threaten you after I catch you by the hair. You're so pretty, wouldn't it be a pity to let you go..."

"No, I only sell art. Otherwise, I'll give you two special tickets to seal your mouth."

"Two tickets is not worth it. If you become famous in the future, you will give me at least a hundred or eighty tickets..."

Just like that, half joking, half joking, the two of them became more compatible. As a fan, she was happy to know more about her love. Being able to maintain a good relationship was enough to make many people envious. Soong Chuyi was more willing to treat everything that happened with Hsu Youfeng as a small secret between the two of them, exclusive to the two of them.

Hsu Youfeng also agreed. As long as Soong Chuyi designed more clothes with a unique style for him, because he liked irregularly shaped and extremely styled clothes, no one would dare to wear them outside unless it was a fashion show. It was just that after the company set up the character, he was not allowed to wear them at all, and Soong Chuyi's appearance was like a person walking in the desert meeting a sweet dew.