When people learned of an irreversible, inevitable outcome ahead of time, they found it easier to accept when the moment finally came.
Ye Chuanping was like that. She accepted the outcome she had known about for so long with relative composure.
The company was delisted and went bankrupt. Some shareholders who learned the truth were so furious that they slapped her hard several times. She was rather satisfied with that. After all, she had caused them to lose so much money—she was lucky they had not killed her.
Her various schemes to siphon money out of the company were exposed as well. Her money and assets were confiscated, she was fined, arrested, and sentenced. The other shareholders had no intention of letting Ye Chuanping off. If the law had not been a concern, they truly would have wanted to kill her.
Still, not everything had been left behind. She had once been wealthy, after all, and still had some legitimate assets, though not much remained. All she left Gu Yuan was an old ninety-square-meter apartment and a little over a million in cash.
Sunlight streamed through the window, brightening the room. The dust indoors seemed like dancing sprites, whirling through the rays of light. Yet Gu Yuan, who had drunk himself unconscious, was like a sewer rat that could not bear the light.
Of course, that was only a figure of speech. In reality, the sun had woken him up by baking him...
Disheveled and bleary-eyed, he muttered unconsciously as he reached around for the cigarette pack. He pulled out the last cigarette, crushed the empty pack hard in his fist, then tossed it away. With a bang, he flicked his Langsheng lighter and lit the cigarette, drawing in a huge lungful of smoke.
He exhaled, and the smoke diffused