Wen Lan Sheng looked at the rapidly changing public opinion on his phone, unable to understand why in just one night, those who had been cheering for him suddenly started imitating the makeup of the man he hated most. Why? Was he destined to be stepped on by Rong Xiu for his entire life?

He wasn’t resigned to this and prepared to leak more information. But at this moment, the door was opened, the room light was turned on, and Wen Lan Sheng was momentarily blinded. A few seconds later, his eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw Fan Xia at the end of the light, looking at him with a cold gaze.

“Xia Xia? How did you find this place?” Wen Lan Sheng instinctively stood up, then covered his face.

He hadn’t taken good care of himself for a long time. Now he looked completely haggard, and he didn’t want Fan Xia to see him in such a miserable state.

“I had someone check your GPS location. It was simple to find you,” Fan Xia slowly approached. “Seeing so many people cursing Rong Xiu online because of those things, you must be very pleased, right?”

Wen Lan Sheng covered his face and slumped onto the bed. Although he didn’t want Fan Xia to see his unkempt appearance, the mention of Rong Xiu made him unable to suppress his anger: “Of course I’m pleased, he deserves it!”

“Deserves it? Then don’t you deserve it?” Fan Xia grabbed his chin, pressing the flesh of his cheeks to sink deeply, like a flesh-covered skeleton.

Wen Lan Sheng saw the hatred in her eyes, a hot stream rolled down from his eyes, his voice stuck in his throat: “Xia Xia, my family wronged you, but I didn’t. I’ve always loved you deeply, I haven’t wronged you at all. I gave you all my youth for over a decade. Now my mother is in prison, are you still blaming me?”

Fan Xia cupped his face, her gaze fixed on Wen Lan Sheng: “Did you really not wrong me at all?”

Wen Lan Sheng shook his head quickly, crystalline tears falling from his eyes.

“Alright, alright.” Fan Xia pulled his hand towards the door.

“Xia Xia, what are you doing?” Wen Lan Sheng felt inexplicably panicked.

“I’m taking you somewhere.” Fan Xia pulled him out, her grip so strong it seemed she wanted to twist his wrist off.

Wen Lan Sheng was forcibly stuffed into the car by Fan Xia. They drove through the bustling city center, through congested traffic, to a secluded road.

Time had changed, the once busy national highway now had few vehicles. The road surface was full of potholes, weeds grew along both sides of the road, and a small river as wide as an arm flowed silently among the weeds. It was a silent testament to the past, having once tasted Fan Yun’s blood.

Fan Xia stopped the car at the place where Fan Yun had been crushed before, looking at Wen Lan Sheng: “Do you remember where this is?”

Wen Lan Sheng’s face suddenly turned as white as a dead person’s. An indescribable fear spread in his heart, invading his bone marrow. Unconsciously, his body began to tremble.

Fan Xia opened the door and got out of the car, opened Wen Lan Sheng’s door, and said coldly: “Get out.”

Wen Lan Sheng held onto the seatbelt tightly, refusing to let go, his eyes extremely frightened.

Since he wouldn’t get out, Fan Xia grabbed him and forcibly pulled him out, throwing him on the ground, pointing at the ground under his feet: “This is where you killed my mother. Have you forgotten?”

“You killed my mother here. Right here, she was crushed by the car over and over again until she was unrecognizable. Her blood flowed all the way to the roadside. Have you seen it?”

Wen Lan Sheng’s body stiffened, his teeth chattering. He looked up at Fan Xia, but saw her eyes as sharp as two nails, nailing his limbs to the gallows and whipping him repeatedly.

He asked in a trembling voice: “When did you find out?”

Fan Xia said: “From the moment I stopped throwing away the breakfast you sent me.”

Half of Wen Lan Sheng’s heart suddenly chilled. He asked in disbelief: “So all these years, your kindness to me was fake? You never loved me?”

“What right do you have to be loved by me? Every time I see you, I’m reminded of my mother’s tragic state back then. What has kept me alive all these years is how to take revenge on you all.” Fan Xia said fiercely, pressing his head, forcing his face tightly against the cement road surface.

Wen Lan Sheng’s face was repeatedly tortured by the rough ground surface, tears kept pouring out: “The person who killed Auntie was my mother, it had nothing to do with me. Xia Xia, I truly love you.”

“Who wants your love!” Fan Xia gripped his neck: “You’re just like your father and sister. Don’t think I don’t know. The night my mother was hit, you were also in the car. Your whole family was in the car. You’re all murderers, yet you pretend to be good people in front of me. All these years, I’ve felt sick every time I saw you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to either. I thought about going back to save Auntie, but my mom wouldn’t let me. I had no choice, I really had no choice. Please forgive me, I really didn’t mean to. I will atone for my sins. Please keep me by your side, okay? I will use my whole life to atone. Please.”

Wen Lan Sheng hugged her legs and cried bitterly, tears rolling in his eyes, blurring his vision.

“You don’t deserve it!” Fan Xia snatched the iris ring from his hand and kicked him away.

“Don’t take the ring away!” Wen Lan Sheng knelt in front of Fan Xia, crying and begging: “Please, Xia Xia, don’t take the ring away. I’m begging you. That’s the memory between us. I know I didn’t do well, but I really gave you all my love. I’ve loved you for over a decade. I just want to be with you. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore if you knew about those things, that’s why I didn’t dare tell you. But I was truly devoted to you, wanting to have children with you.”

“I know I did wrong in that matter. I’ll clarify in a post right now, okay? I’ll say Rong Xiu isn’t a mistress. I’ll get along well with him from now on. We’ll serve you together, okay?”

“Alright.” Fan Xia slowly squatted down, smiling: “Post it now for me to see.”

Wen Lan Sheng immediately took out his phone, sent several messages, and then showed it to Fan Xia like a child: “Xia Xia, look, I’ve changed it. I’ve clarified. Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

Fan Xia took his phone and in a few steps changed the registration phone number of his account to hers.

“Xia Xia!” Wen Lan Sheng held Fan Xia’s hand, his expression already somewhat manic: “Xia Xia, do you remember Jia Jia? I beg you, for Jia Jia’s sake, don’t leave me. Give me one more chance, okay? I’m begging you.”

“You didn’t intentionally hide it from me, so even though we’ve been together for over a decade, you never thought about telling me the truth about that year. Now you’re using a child that was aborted long ago to blackmail me. Wen Lan Sheng, you’re truly hypocritical, selfish, and disgusting to the bone,” Fan Xia sneered. “I might as well tell you, Rong Xiu is already carrying my child.”

“Wen Lan Sheng, you need to suffer and despair to truly atone.” Fan Xia raised her hand, flinging the ring and phone towards the gurgling stream. A dull sound echoed in the water.