She was quiet. She did not cry or make a fuss. She did not seem like a child who had just lost her mother at all, so silent that she resembled a puppet.
Then as the years went by, those quiet eyes slowly became more and more calculative, more and more frightful. Now, she had grown into a demon—a demon that she had no way of defeating.
Ye Lingzhi gritted her teeth. “I… know. I… will try…” she said, “Can I leave now?”
“Go ahead,” Yue Tingfeng said, “We won’t see you off though.”
Ye Lingzhi immediately stood up. Her legs were weak, and she was wobbling as she walked out.
Out of the two people behind her, one was a demon, and the other was a poisonous snake. No matter which one of them chose to act, they were capable of making her dead body disappear right here and now.
Ye Lingzhi had never expected a man like Yue Tingfeng would devote himself wholeheartedly to Yan Qingsi, that he would do anything for her.
This man was simply insane. A woman like Yan Qingsi would only drag him along to hell.
Only Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi were left in the room. He pulled Yan Qingsi back behind the screen and took a seat. “Don’t be angry. Have something to eat. If this goes well, we should be able to find the truth very soon.”
Yue Tingfeng poured out a glass of water for Yan Qingsi. “Take a sip of water.”
Yan Qingsi did not move. “My mom…” she muttered, “She probably didn’t even know why… she died when she died…”
The truth that she had known of that incident was not the truth at all. The people that she hated for over a decade were just pawns in the game. Yan Songnan and Ye Lingzhi still deserved to die, but the puppeteer pulling the strings behind the curtains deserved to die even more.
Her mother was just a normal woman. When her husband had an affair, all she wanted was a divorce and to bring her child away to start over. She did not plan to snatch anything from others. Why was her right to live, taken away from her?
Yue Tingfeng saw that Yan Qingsi’s eyes were glistening with tears and hatred. He pulled her into an embrace. “The person behind all this will be dug out eventually. If the law can’t give my mother-in-law justice, then I’ll use my own ways to avenge her.”
“My mother had been raised in a village. She had no power, no title. She did not influence anyone. Why was she killed?”
Yue Tingfeng sighed. “This probably has something to do with her birthright. In this sort of circumstances, it’s usually because there’s someone who doesn’t want your mother’s true identity to be revealed. Because if she lived, she would probably be in the way of someone else. She probably didn’t even know who she truly was, but… so long as someone else knew, she needed to die.”
“I need to find the truth… I need to find the truth…” Yan Qingsi clenched her hands into tight balls, her nails digging into her palms. She repeated that sentence, over and over. She needed to find the truth—find all the truth about that incident. She would not let a single one of those deviants who killed her mother go.
…
Ye Lingzhi left the club in a hurry. She had been kidnapped by one of Yue Tingfeng’s men. She had not driven a car. If she wanted to hail a cab, she needed to cross the road.
It was noon. Clouds blocked out the sun. The air was stale and sweltering; it was as though one was walking through a sauna outside.
Ye Lingzhi began to sweat not long after she got out.
She stood at the crossroad, waiting for the light to turn green.
At noon, when the weather was boiling, few people were walking outside. Only Ye Lingzhi was waiting to cross the road. On the other side, there was an old man who picked up recyclables, ambling along at a snail’s pace.
Ye Lingzhi wanted to quickly cross the road. She walked quickly because she had a feeling that someone was tailing her.
She was quiet. She did not cry or make a fuss. She did not seem like a child who had just lost her mother at all, so silent that she resembled a puppet.
Then as the years went by, those quiet eyes slowly became more and more calculative, more and more frightful. Now, she had grown into a demon—a demon that she had no way of defeating.
Ye Lingzhi gritted her teeth. “I… know. I… will try…” she said, “Can I leave now?”
“Go ahead,” Yue Tingfeng said, “We won’t see you off though.”
Ye Lingzhi immediately stood up. Her legs were weak, and she was wobbling as she walked out.
Out of the two people behind her, one was a demon, and the other was a poisonous snake. No matter which one of them chose to act, they were capable of making her dead body disappear right here and now.
Ye Lingzhi had never expected a man like Yue Tingfeng would devote himself wholeheartedly to Yan Qingsi, that he would do anything for her.
This man was simply insane. A woman like Yan Qingsi would only drag him along to hell.
Only Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi were left in the room. He pulled Yan Qingsi back behind the screen and took a seat. “Don’t be angry. Have something to eat. If this goes well, we should be able to find the truth very soon.”
Yue Tingfeng poured out a glass of water for Yan Qingsi. “Take a sip of water.”
Yan Qingsi did not move. “My mom…” she muttered, “She probably didn’t even know why… she died when she died…”
The truth that she had known of that incident was not the truth at all. The people that she hated for over a decade were just pawns in the game. Yan Songnan and Ye Lingzhi still deserved to die, but the puppeteer pulling the strings behind the curtains deserved to die even more.
Her mother was just a normal woman. When her husband had an affair, all she wanted was a divorce and to bring her child away to start over. She did not plan to snatch anything from others. Why was her right to live, taken away from her?
Yue Tingfeng saw that Yan Qingsi’s eyes were glistening with tears and hatred. He pulled her into an embrace. “The person behind all this will be dug out eventually. If the law can’t give my mother-in-law justice, then I’ll use my own ways to avenge her.”
“My mother had been raised in a village. She had no power, no title. She did not influence anyone. Why was she killed?”
Yue Tingfeng sighed. “This probably has something to do with her birthright. In this sort of circumstances, it’s usually because there’s someone who doesn’t want your mother’s true identity to be revealed. Because if she lived, she would probably be in the way of someone else. She probably didn’t even know who she truly was, but… so long as someone else knew, she needed to die.”
“I need to find the truth… I need to find the truth…” Yan Qingsi clenched her hands into tight balls, her nails digging into her palms. She repeated that sentence, over and over. She needed to find the truth—find all the truth about that incident. She would not let a single one of those deviants who killed her mother go.
…
Ye Lingzhi left the club in a hurry. She had been kidnapped by one of Yue Tingfeng’s men. She had not driven a car. If she wanted to hail a cab, she needed to cross the road.
It was noon. Clouds blocked out the sun. The air was stale and sweltering; it was as though one was walking through a sauna outside.
Ye Lingzhi began to sweat not long after she got out.
She stood at the crossroad, waiting for the light to turn green.
At noon, when the weather was boiling, few people were walking outside. Only Ye Lingzhi was waiting to cross the road. On the other side, there was an old man who picked up recyclables, ambling along at a snail’s pace.
Ye Lingzhi wanted to quickly cross the road. She walked quickly because she had a feeling that someone was tailing her.
