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Chapter 894: Chapter 878: No One Cares About Her Anymore Chapter 894: Chapter 878: No One Cares About Her Anymore Wu Bin’s body wobbled for a moment, and when he turned around, the look he gave Ren Ying was as if she were a dead person.

And indeed Ren Ying had nearly died just a moment ago, so she didn’t care either; if she was to die, she’d rather they all die together.

“Ha ha…” She burst into a crazed laughter, “Wu Bin, you are not even a man, you can’t have children yourself and you blame others for it.

Look, once Ren Li left you, she had a child, and I also had a child, it’s only you, Wu Bin, who can’t have children…”

Wu Bin clenched his fingers so tightly that they cracked.

Had it not been for the last bit of self-control he had, he might have already charged forward and torn this disgusting woman, Ren Ying, into two.

“Let’s go.”

Wu’s father seemed to have aged a decade in an instant, no longer wanting to be entangled with the Ren Family.

They were truly in conflict with our family, each and every one of them disturbing our peace.

Let’s leave Beijing, go far away.

It doesn’t matter if we don’t have children, we can adopt one, and no one will know.

It’s still as if we have our own child.

Just like Wu Liangliang, even if he were to be revived, who knows what he would be like afterward?

Wu’s mother, wiping her tears, spat on Ren Ying’s face.

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Then the people of the Wu Family left, and once they did, no one could find them because nobody knew that the condition for them being allowed to leave was the Wu Family’s ancestral home.

They had agreed without hesitation—agree or not, it was still an agreement.

The reason they did not return there was that the Wu Family’s house was no longer theirs.

But it didn’t matter.

Even if the place still existed, they probably wouldn’t live there.

Why stay?

To be pointed at and cursed for having a broken backbone?

The Wu Family might not have that house anymore, but they still had other places.

The Wu Family wouldn’t fall, never would they fall.

The door to the hospital room opened once again as a nurse walked in.

She then went to Wu Liangliang’s side, took his temperature, adjusted the drip, and finally picked up a pen to jot down some notes.

Yet, she felt something odd.

Yes, it was odd, because where had that person gone?

Not long ago there was a room full of people unwilling to leave, but now there wasn’t a single person in sight?

“So strange,” she muttered to herself before walking out and, in passing, closing the door.

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And just as she shut the door, a person emerged from the bathroom.

Who else could it be but Ren Ying?

At this point, Ren Ying looked disheveled, her face and body covered with scratches, as if she had been mistaken for someone’s mistress or had stolen someone’s husband and been beaten for it.

After searching for a while, Ren Ying found a piece of clothing and covered her face with it.

She walked toward the door but hesitated with her hand on the knob, unsure of where to go.

Where could she go?

To the Wu Family, she couldn’t return anymore.

To the Ren Family, their assets were still frozen, making it impossible to enter.

To stay in a hotel, she had no money.

She didn’t have any money at all, so where could she go?

She touched her neck, feeling a burning pain.

She wanted to take a bath and change her clothes, as she couldn’t wear what she had on now, but she didn’t have a single cent to her name, making it impossible to go anywhere.

Her father had money, but how could she go out looking like this, how could she face being so humiliated?

“Wu Bin, I swear you won’t die a good death, you spineless piece of crap,” she spat on the ground and, with a hardened heart, took off the gold necklace that she had always worn around her neck.

This was a gift from Wu Bin, once treasured by her like a prized possession, but now what use was it to keep it?

She covered her face again and set out to find a place to sell the gold necklace.

She avoided other people as if she were a thief, slipping out of the hospital before starting to look for a place to sell the necklace.

She dared not go to a large store for fear of encountering someone she knew.

Ren Ying, after all, was considered someone of standing, and if those people found out, who knew how they would mock her behind her back?

She walked for a long time before she finally found a shop that dealt in buying back gold, along with cigarettes and liquor.

She knew full well that such places tended to offer low prices and operated under questionable practices, but ultimately, having no other choice, she went inside and took out the gold necklace she was wearing.

Both had cost over ten thousand yuan when bought, with just the pendant being quite valuable, but the items she sold in the end fetched less than two thousand yuan—money that previously couldn’t even buy her a single piece of clothing, let alone any of her other jewelry.

“Rip-off joint…”

She emerged from the store, shooting a hateful glare at the little shop behind her.

“Heartless crooks.”

With the two thousand yuan, she first bought herself an outfit.

She had wanted to buy something more expensive, but could not afford it, so she settled for a few hundred yuan dress and found a hotel to bathe and change her clothes in.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, her face marred with injuries, she cursed Wu Bin’s mother hundreds of times over before finally taking the remaining money to the main hospital.

The hotel was quite a distance from the hospital, and after searching in vain for a taxi and finding no buses, she ultimately had no choice but to rely on her own two legs to get to the hospital.

By the time she arrived, she felt as though her legs were about to give out.

Rubbing her aching legs, she then caught a whiff of a luxurious fragrance, the latest from a well-known foreign brand.

She was particularly sensitive to this scent, having smelled it on others before and always wanting it for herself.

Unfortunately, it was a globally limited edition, and even with money in hand, sometimes you just couldn’t buy it.

Now, as she smelled it again on someone else, she felt ashamed in her current attire, unfit to approach others.

The immense drop in station and the inexplicable feeling of injustice made it so she couldn’t even lift her head, just numbly move her legs step by step.

Yet, she couldn’t help but look up and saw a woman in front of her, probably in her thirties, wearing an outfit that obviously cost a fair bit.

Ren Ying had looked at that very outfit when she was shopping for clothes—it was from a brand she loved to shop at, something she could afford in the past but not anymore, especially the luxurious set the woman was wearing.

She stared enviously at the woman’s retreating figure, unwittingly clenching her teeth.

And as she thought of her son, lying in the hospital, half-dead and with an uncertain future for his treatment, the frustration inside her felt almost suffocating.