C84 Like Dust It Was Better to Leave
Le Youyou kept hesitating in her heart.
Lee Youran became anxious. "Youyou! What are you still hesitating about? He doesn't care about you at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let you suffer so many injuries. . . "
Le Youyou suddenly remembered Gong Mingchuan's ruthless words.
He said that he would divorce her, but he would definitely not let her go. Even if she was trapped, she would be trapped to death.
If she stayed by his side, she could only be continuously taken revenge by him.
He would never love her for that child who had an abortion.
Her days would fall into hell, and there would be no sunlight.
Moreover, if she stayed by his side, she would always feel sorry for her older sister. She didn't want to spend her entire life like this.
If leaving Gong Mingchuan could free her, why didn't she leave?
Thinking of this, Le Youyou wiped her tears. She grabbed Lee Youran's hand. "Alright, Youran, take me and leave. . . "
Although she would be reluctant and afraid, she was a tiny speck of dust in this world. Even if she left, she would not leave too much of a shadow on him.
Perhaps Gong Mingchuan would go crazy from anger and look for her everywhere, but if he couldn't find her, he might give up.
In any case, he only treated her as his sister's substitute, and she didn't leave him any good memories.
Even their final relationship - - child, she didn't leave him any.
Between them, everything was cut off, there was nothing else that could make him worry anymore.
Qiulee's eyes widened, "Youyou, you, you actually dare to run away. Are you crazy?"
Lee Youran supported Le Youyou and left the ward. In the blink of an eye, they entered the elevator and disappeared without a trace.
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Gong Mingchuan locked Tang Beiyue in the basement.
This incident had alarmed all the major families in the society.
Tang Beiyue's grandfather, Tang Yi's old man, even made a phone call to plead on behalf of them. This did not work.
Old master Tang had no choice but to take a private plane to France and meet with the Gong family's Sect Chief, Gong Ao.
Old master Tang was dressed in Tang attire and had a tall and sturdy body. When he was in the Republic of China, he was a highwayman. He quickly took over a region and became a warlord in the west of Shanxi. Later on, he changed the dynasty and the Tang family moved to the United States. However, it still had a huge impact on his mother.
Old master Tang was more than 80 years old, and he was a real old man in society. As soon as he arrived, he shouted at Gong Ao. "If anything happens to my grandson, I will not forgive you, Gong Ao!"
Gong Ao was one generation lower than Tang Yi. He hurriedly smiled apologetically. However, he also had to express his position. "My grandson had an abortion because of your grandson. I'm very sad. At this time, you asked Mingchuan to let Tang Beiyue go, not to mention that Mingchuan refused. Even I can't let go of the person who harmed my grandson just like that. "
The founder of Gong family, Old Master Gong, Gong Lin, and Tang Yi were warlords on the same side. Originally, they were on good terms with each other, but because of the change in the current situation, they both crossed the ocean and took root abroad.
For half a century, their two families had been very close to each other.
Tang Yi and Gong Ao did not want to fall out with each other because of this matter. They would fight to the death.
In the end, they reached a consensus. Tang family introduced the arms trade route in the United States to Gong family, and Gong family let Tang Beiyue go.
As for the engagement between Tang Beiyue and Susu, they still had to fulfill it.
Gong Ao called Gong Mingchuan. "Mingchuan, since old master Tang came personally, let that kid from the Tang family out of the basement. . . "2
In the cabin, at the entrance of the basement, Gong Mingchuan picked up the phone. When he heard what his father said, he suddenly threw his phone against the wall and broke it into pieces.
He would never let Tang Beiyue get away with killing his unborn child so easily.
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