Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: I Never Loved You Cheng Li stood frozen in place, her face pale as a sheet, feeling both desperate and incredibly humiliated. In his eyes, she was dirty and vile. Later, He Chen, holding onto Yin Mo, turned and walked up the gangway. In Cheng Li’s despairing gaze, He Chen said his final two sentences. The first: “Cheng Li, what I loved about you back then was your unique qualities.” The second: “It was the qualities you pretended to have, not you.” In other words, Cheng Li, I never loved you. The cabin door in front was slowly closed by the flight attendants, cutting off Cheng Li’s vacant stare. Thıs content belongs to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥 Before the flight took off, He Chen watched as Cheng Li was escorted away by airport security personnel, and with a stern face, he instructed over the phone: “Don’t let her appear in front of Yin Mo again.” For many years after, Yin Mo never saw Cheng Li again. She wasn’t dead, yet each day felt like a year, living was worse than dying. At 3 p.m. South Sea local time, He Chen and Yin Mo helped Rong Manfang down the gangway. Behind them was the steady-footed Shang Yu. Zong Zhan didn’t deplane but instead returned directly to the Imperial Capital on the Yan Emperor’s private jet. After over a month apart, Yin Mo sat in the car watching the golden streets of early autumn in the South Sea, thought for a moment, then turned her head and said, “Take me home first.” He Chen raised his eyebrows, “You’re not coming home with me?” Yin Mo shook her head as a matter of course, “My parents are still waiting for me.” She had lied about going on a business trip, been away for so long, she had to go home and see them first. He Chen held her hand with a stern face, slightly vexed, “Come find me tonight.” “No,” Yin Mo smiled faintly, “I’ll stay with them first. Besides, don’t you have to take Auntie to the hospital for more rehabilitation treatment?” He Chen gave her a sidelong glance, unhappily and dominantly commanding, “I’ll come pick you up at seven tonight, just try not showing up.” Before Yin Mo could even politely refuse, the car was already parked outside the gate of the Yin Family Residential Area. He Chen reached over her and opened the car door, then turned his handsome face aside and blocked her mouth, prying open her teeth and invading her mouth aggressively. The car door was half-open, yet He Chen held onto her tongue more wantonly. Then, outside the door, the Yin Family couple, who happened to walk out of the residential area, were dumbstruck watching the two in the car kissing. Wasn’t that their precious daughter? That man…was it Mr. He? Three minutes later, Yin Mo got out of the car, breathless, and headed straight into the residential area, leaving her suitcase behind. Right in front, Mr. and Mrs. Yin rubbed their hands, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say. Yin Mo, caught off guard, looked up, meeting her parents head-on with swollen lips. There’s a word for this, it’s like a social death. Meanwhile, Shang Yu returned to the Mansion and, upon entering, saw Li Qiao in the living room going through some documents. “What are you looking at?” Li Qiao flipped a page nonchalantly, raising her eyes to meet his gaze: “Skin Immune Disorder Syndrome.” Shang Yu unbuttoned his cuffs as he walked, reached out to rub her head, “Has he been bothering you these days?” Li Qiao smiled, saying no, pulled his wrist over and asked, “Has Brother Chen’s trouble been resolved?” The man replied affirmatively, sat next to her by her side naturally, and put an arm around her shoulders, “Are you studying Shang Lu’s illness?” “Yes.” Li Qiao handed him the case file, “Renhe Laboratory is discussing new research topics, and Shang Lu’s illness is quite rare, so it’s worth a deeper study.” At her words, Shang Yu’s eyes showed a doting smile, “If necessary, you can ask him to come over.” “No need for now.” Li Qiao closed the file, turned her gaze to study his handsome features, “Do you want to rest for a while?” Shang Yu’s fingers stroked her slender arm, “Accompany me?” Li Qiao chuckled, intertwined her fingers with his, and gestured toward the stairs, “Sure, together.” In the evening, at 6:40, He Chen drove to the base of the Yin Family Residential Area. As he pushed open the car door, a faint cool breeze brushed his cheeks, scattering the hair on his forehead. The early autumn temperature in the South Sea was slightly lower than in Parma. He Chen shut the car door, looked up at the old-style residential building, pursed his lips, and took his phone out of his pocket to call Yin Mo. They say it takes three days to form a habit, and these past days, he had been glued to Yin Mo’s side. They ate together, chatted together, drank together, slept together. He Chen had grown accustomed to every moment she was by his side, and in these few short hours back in the South Sea, without Yin Mo’s presence, he felt an emptiness surrounding him. The man rested one hand on the car roof; just as he unlocked his phone screen, there was a noise at the iron door of the residential building. He Chen glanced casually, but soon couldn’t look away. At the entrance of the residential building, Yin Mo, carrying a luggage bag, awkwardly said a few opening words, “There’s no room for me at home…” To be precise, her parents had kicked her out. This matter had to be told from the afternoon when Mr. and Mrs. Yin witnessed her kissing He Chen in the car, and when they got home, Yin Mo could only confess the truth. Mr. and Mrs. Yin already had respect for He Chen, as during their trip to Myanmar, he had indeed protected their daughter. After Yin Mo’s explanation and defense, the old couple reached an agreement for her to go out and pursue her romance instead of staying at home as a leftover woman. At this moment, looking at Yin Mo’s attire, a very pleased smile tugged at the corners of He Chen’s mouth. He stepped forward, took the luggage bag from her hand, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace, “Let’s go, there are plenty of rooms at our place; pick any one you like.” At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Yin were peering down from the third-floor balcony of the residential building. “Mohmoh has grown up and finally found her happiness,” Mother Yin sighed with many emotions, then turned to see Yin Zhihong wiping his eyes, “Why are you crying?” Yin Zhihong pursed his lips, choking up as he shook his head, “Mohmoh has had such a hard time these years. As long as Mr. He treats her well, I would give him my life.” “Stop saying such ominous things.” Mother Yin, unable to bear it, turned away, “If you know Mohmoh has had it tough, just do your duty as a dad in the future. Those things in the past, let them be lessons learned. We are a family; how many people treat their employers like ancestors like you?” Yin Zhihong blushed with shame, “Yes, yes, you’re right, Madam, it’s all in the past now.” The next day, back in the South Sea, He Chen woke up early only to find Yin Mo gone. The man walked a round in the apartment shirtless, finally finding a note on the dining table. He Chen’s handsome face instantly darkened. He grabbed his phone and called Yin Mo, his tone quite unfriendly, “Where did you go?” Yin Mo’s calm tone held a hint of lightness, “I’m at Qiaoqiao’s place; didn’t you see the note I left for you?” He Chen stared at the note in his hand, expressionless, and replied, “Didn’t see it.” “Oh, the note is on the dining table; you’ll see it when you get there,” Yin Mo said, seemingly busy with something, then hung up the call.