Love is as vast as the Milky Way, impossible to cross.

Chapter 187 The greatest sorrow is a broken heart.

“I bought these photos for one million to protect your reputation and feelings. However, after Liu Shiyin found out, she wanted to buy them back.”

“My mother found her and lied to her, saying that she had seen the photos and that if you saw them, you definitely wouldn’t want her anymore. Liu Shiyin was probably a little scared after hearing this, so she asked my mother for five million yuan and said that she would never see you again.”

"But we later found out that the bastard cheated me out of one million, and then colluded with Liu Shiyin to cheat my mother out of five million."

“Look, this is a picture of her and my mom at the coffee shop,”

As he spoke, Xu Xiaofan pulled out a few more photos. In the photos, Liu Shiyin and Wang Qing were sitting at a coffee table, seemingly chatting about something. Later, Wang Qing took out a card, tossed it on the table, stood up, and left. Finally, Liu Shiyin picked up the card and put it in her bag.

"Also, Brother Mu Chen, that Liu Shiyin, her true colors are far from what you imagine. According to that man, she was entangled with many boys during her school years and behaved frivolously. Look at this photo, she's smiling so happily, there's not a trace of reluctance in that smile. This is clearly her conscious and willing cooperation in taking the photo."

Seeing that Huo Muchen remained silent, Xu Xiaofan continued boldly,

Huo Muchen's eyes no longer held the coldness and cruelty they had before. Instead, they were still bright, but now they were empty and deep, like an endless abyss that swallowed all light and hope.

He didn't speak, but stood up and walked outside, his figure lonely and heavy, as if swallowed by endless grief.

Xu Xiaofan stared at Huo Muchen's back, a surge of secret joy welling up inside her. She knew that Huo Muchen had now believed those unsavory rumors about Liu Shiyin, and that heavy blow was undoubtedly a cruel torment to his heart.

The greatest sorrow is a broken heart. After seeing those photos, Huo Muchen's soul seemed to be completely shattered in an instant.

He no longer held any expectations for those beautiful promises and fantasies of the past, because he had come to understand that there was no such thing as eternal love in this world. His heart had been frozen, turning into a barren ice field, incapable of feeling warmth and sunshine any longer.

His heart was like a torn night sky, dark and profound.

His heart was filled with hatred for Liu Shiyin, like a beast from the abyss tearing at his soul. This hatred burned like a raging fire, making it impossible for him to let go or forget.

In the days that followed, Huo Muchen began to throw himself into his work like a madman, as if he wanted to pour all his hatred into it, single-mindedly focused on building his own business empire, as if he wanted to trample the whole world under his feet.

During this process, the women around him changed like flowing water. They were either charming or innocent, each with their own unique style. However, he never truly cared for any of them again.

Every woman was a fleeting visitor, leaving no trace in his heart. His feelings for them were like his attitude towards work—merely for temporary use, followed by ruthless abandonment.

All that passion and dedication seemed to vanish with Liu Shiyin's departure.

However, whenever the night is still and quiet, he sits alone in his empty office, looking at the starry sky outside the window, and an indescribable longing still wells up in his heart.

But hatred, like cold iron chains, bound him tightly. He could neither break free nor forget.

"Brother Mu Chen,"

Hearing that Huo Muchen had gone to a bar again tonight, Xu Xiaofan quickly tidied herself up and rushed over. When she entered the private room and saw Huo Muchen, she sat down in his seat and snuggled into his arms.

Her actions were natural and intimate, as if the two were already inseparable partners.

Huo Muchen did not push her away, but instead reached out and naturally pulled her into his arms.

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, the liquid flowing within, mirroring the complex and unfathomable emotions he felt at that moment.

Xu Xiaofan could smell the faint scent of alcohol emanating from Huo Muchen, as well as the unique warmth and sense of security he felt in his arms.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and adoration, as if being by his side was the happiest moment of her life.