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Tang Lan brought the manuscript back and read it over and over again. She almost remembered the plot.

She couldn't help but put herself in the shoes of the murdered wife, and even felt her despair before her death.

Just as she was reading the manuscript, Shang Ting came over.

Facing him standing in the rain and wanting to see her, she couldn't help but think of the man in the novel who knelt at the door of her house for three days and three nights in order to marry her and show his sincerity.

The wife was very moved by his deep affection, but the man hated his wife in his heart.

After successfully marrying her, this became a knot in the man's heart, and he blamed his wife, and finally killed her without hesitation.

Shang Ting was a narrow-minded person. He must have blamed her for this. No, he should have blamed the entire Tang family.

She listened at the door for a while.

When she heard that Shang Ting would send Jiang Mingzhu away, her heart sank to the bottom.

It was also written in the novel that the male protagonist sent his mistress away on the surface, but actually protected her in secret. He often had contact with her behind his wife's back, and the two even had a child.

He also blamed his wife for not being able to stay with his mistress.

Tang Lan was so angry that her hands were shaking. She unconsciously substituted the man in the novel for Shang Ting and couldn't help but curse him, "You bastard."

She even felt that this manuscript was tailor-made for her. It was God who couldn't stand it, so he sent the manuscript to her to let her see through Shang Ting's true face.

Tang Lan took a deep breath. Even if the Tang family and Shang Ting didn't have any dealings now, with his personality, he would target them when he became successful in the future. Tang Lan didn't want him to have an easy time. She put down the manuscript in her hand, opened the door and walked out, holding back the nausea in her heart and walked in front of Shang Ting.

"A Ting, is everything you said true?" Tang Lan looked at Shang Ting affectionately.

"Tang Lan, it was all my fault before, you must not let me take it to heart." Shang Ting's face was no longer so cold, and his tone was much softer.

Tang Lan looked at him with emotion, "I know, A Ting, I believe you."

The two of them were full of affection, and those who didn't know would really think they loved each other.

After sending Shang Ting away, Tang Lan's face suddenly turned cold. She turned around and looked at her family who were looking at her with worry, and smiled, "Mom and Dad, don't worry, I won't fall in love with such a scumbag."

Mother Tang was worried, "Then what did you do just now?"

"The Shang family is just using our Tang family to pave the way. If it's not us, there will be others. I won't let him have an easy time."

"Lan Lan, don't take risks with yourself." Father Tang looked at his daughter disapprovingly.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

After Tang Lan returned to her room, she wrote a letter to the author of the novel, telling him that such a manuscript could not be approved and did not conform to the publishing content of their newspaper, but she liked the manuscript very much and hoped to buy it.

She sent it to the author according to the address and also gave him a remittance slip.

Zhou Jiahe received the letter. She didn't expect that the manuscript would be approved, but just wanted to remind Tang Lan. She didn't expect Tang Lan to want to buy it herself and remit money to her.

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