Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,"I will still bear your mother's curses, for without a child, I have become the sinner of the Shen family."。