CHAPTER 679: CHAPTER 613: SHATTERED DREAMS (PART 2)

"Ah---!!!" A piercing scream, as if tearing through her soul, burst forth from Xu Mengjie’s throat!

With all her strength, carrying a hatred capable of destroying heaven and earth, she lunged forward onto the dining table!

Crash---!

Exquisite porcelain tableware, crystal glasses, silver cutlery, and that document symbolizing "victory" in front of Mrs. Su... were swept to the floor in a frenzy by her! The sound of shattering, collisions, and scattered paper was deafening, leaving chaos everywhere!

"Bastards! You scum of the earth!" Xu Mengjie’s eyes were bloodshot, appearing insane, grabbing anything she could reach—vases, decorative ornaments—and fiercely hurled them at the mother and son, tears mixed with intense hatred gushing out, "Give me back my contract! Give me back my career! Return the five years of my youth!!"

Mrs. Su screamed in fright and hid behind Su Haoyang.

Su Haoyang was also startled by Xu Mengjie’s sudden frenzy but was then filled with greater fury: "Xu Mengjie! Are you crazy? Stop her now!"

The servants hurried forward, trying to restrain and stop the hysterical Xu Mengjie.

In the chaos, several people firmly pinned down Xu Mengjie. She struggled desperately, her hair disheveled, clothes askew, tears streaming down her cheeks, letting out beast-like whimpers and cries of despair from her throat.

She glared at Su Haoyang, her eyes filled with hatred so intense it was almost tangible: "Su Haoyang! Su Family! You will never die in peace! I will haunt you even as a ghost!!"

Su Haoyang looked at the subdued, doll-like broken Xu Mengjie, adjusted his disheveled robe, his face showing no guilt, only extreme annoyance and a hint of fear.

He coldly ordered the butler, "Call the police! Report that someone illegally intruded and intentionally damaged property, mentally unstable!"

Then, he looked down at Xu Mengjie pinned on the ground, her eyes hollow and despairing, as if gazing upon a heap of disgusting trash, coldly declaring:

"Throw her out. Also, inform Splendid Culture that their new artist’s mental condition is unstable. They better come and take her away, stop causing madness here. Additionally, make a list of the things she broke and deduct it from her future income! Not a single penny less!"

The cold hard marble floor pressed against Xu Mengjie’s cheek, the plush of the expensive carpet brushing against her tear-stained skin brought a cruel sensation.

The unrelenting dragging by the servants made her thin clothing scrape against the smooth surface, with burning pain coming from her arms and knees. She felt like discarded trash, being roughly dragged towards the once "home"-symbolizing grand door.

"No... let me go..."

She stared fixedly at Su Haoyang, the man who just days ago professed love and promised to marry her, now looking at her with eyes as if she were a cockroach, coldly instructing the butler to call the police.

Call the police? Destroy property? Mentally unstable?

These words pierced her already shredded heart like poisoned ice picks.

In the eyes of the Su Family, her anger, her breakdown, her painful struggle after being deceived, were all just an "insane" performance of mental instability.

The love and trust she cherished and sacrificed everything for were merely pawns and a well-designed farce in their eyes?!

"Bang!"

The heavy carved wooden door slammed shut behind her, cutting off all warmth and light from the villa, extinguishing her last faint fantasy.

The cool air of the winter morning instantly enveloped her thin body, making her shiver with cold.

The reality of being abandoned outside the door was more chilling and humiliating than the earlier quarrels and insults.

She collapsed on the cold steps, hugging herself, trying to draw a bit of warmth, but only touched her palms full of cold tears and torn clothing edges.

"Ah---!!!!"

A scream of utmost suppression, bursting out from the depths of her soul, finally broke through her throat, echoing miserably in the empty courtyard, startling a few birds perched on tree branches to fly away.

It was not a scream of anger, but a mournful wailing of absolute despair and uprooting.

She curled up, her shoulders shaking violently, crying heart-wrenchingly.

And inside the tightly shut door, faint sounds of Mrs. Su’s triumphant laughter could be heard, seemingly talking on the phone, discussing the newly acquired "Zhenpin Club" endorsement.

This sound was like a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting into her heart.