Chapter Thirty-Four: Huo Zhanyue and Fu Hengzhi Practice Boxing

Su Muci was slightly taken aback, but didn't have time to think about it further.

She and Huo Zhan quickly joined forces to drag the unconscious male bodyguard behind the sofa, and then propped the maid up with cushions and made her lean against the sofa with her back to the door.

Before the Zhou family could notice the commotion, they quickly crossed the corridor and headed towards the garden behind the villa.

Along the way, Su Muci carefully avoided the staff and asked the person next to her in a low voice, "Mr. Huo, why didn't you ask me where the sleeping pills came from, and why I knocked them out?"

Huo Zhan walked calmly, his voice low: "You have your reasons for doing what you do. I just need to help you."

Su Muci's heart stirred slightly, and she couldn't help but ask again, "Then... how did you know I needed help?"

He glanced at her sideways, his tone certain: "Given your relationship with the Zhou family, how could you possibly come to offer birthday wishes? I suspect you'll probably do something that will displease the Zhou family."

Every word she uttered struck a chord with her deepest, most genuine thoughts.

Her eyes dimmed slightly, and her voice softened: "You trust me so much and help me so much, what if I don't meet your expectations in the end?"

Huo Zhan chuckled dismissively, his laughter carrying an undeniable power: "Then I'll lend you another hand and help you until you reach your goal."

"..."

Su Muci felt a burning sensation in her throat and was momentarily speechless.

After the staff outside had gone far away, she followed the garden path from memory and walked towards the ancestral hall behind the Zhou family villa.

Huo Zhan stopped outside the door, speaking softly, "I'll keep watch outside."

"good……"

Su Muchi walked into the quiet ancestral hall step by step, and in an inconspicuous corner, she finally saw Su Nuan's memorial tablet, with a black urn of ashes casually placed behind it.

Her nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears.

"Mother……"

After escaping the Zhou family, she never mustered the courage to return and take her mother away. This is why Zhou Wangyuan was able to repeatedly threaten her with the ashes.

But this time, she will not back down, nor will she be afraid.

She must sever all ties with the Zhou family.

"Mom, I'm here to take you away."

She knelt on the prayer mat, respectfully kowtowed three times, then stood up, hugged the memorial tablet and urn tightly, and quickly walked out of the ancestral hall. After meeting up with Huo Zhan, she hurried along the garden path towards the gate.

...

Zhou Mengying pushed open the door and entered the lounge.

With a smile playing on her lips, she walked towards the sofa, her tone mocking as she addressed the figure whose back was to her:

"How much did you spend on that knock-off outfit today, sister? 100,000? 200,000? I can't believe it. You've been dating Hengzhi for three years, and you've saved up quite a bit of money."

"What a pity, what's the use of dressing up so beautifully?"

“You don’t exist in Dad’s eyes; I’m his only daughter. You don’t exist in Fu Hengzhi’s eyes either. Today I dumped him, and he was all red-eyed, trying to win me back. He’s so pathetic.”

"Sister, when will you understand? No matter how hard you try, they will only revolve around me, Zhou Mengying."

As she spoke, she had already walked behind the sofa.

Seeing that the woman on the sofa remained unresponsive, she grew angry and suddenly raised her voice:

"Don't blame me, after all, because of you and your mother, my father didn't dare to come see me until I was twelve! I was called a bastard for twelve years! It's all thanks to you!"

"Now the tables have turned. I can throw away the man you love without hesitation, while I will marry the most noble man in the empire! Sister, you will end up with nothing!"

Do you think you can escape your failed life by remaining silent?

"You despicable woman who pretends to be deaf and dumb!"

Zhou Mengying rushed to the sofa and reached out to grab Su Muci.

But when she saw who was on the sofa, her expression changed drastically.

"It's you!"

She slapped her across the face, startling the maid awake. Upon seeing who it was, the maid hurriedly knelt down, stammering, "Miss, I..."

"Where is Su Mu porcelain figure?!"

"I don't know... I came in to deliver tea, smelled a certain odor, and then I fainted..."

"waste!"

Zhou Mengying gripped her skirt tightly and stormed out the door in a huff.

The bodyguards outside the door were alerted and rushed forward: "Miss, what happened?"

Zhou Mengying sternly ordered, "Come with me to the ancestral hall immediately!"

When she led her people into the Zhou family ancestral hall, she saw that Su Nuan's memorial tablet was empty, and her face was twisted into a hideous grimace.

Zhou Wangyuan arrived shortly afterward, and exclaimed in fury, "This...this was done by Su Muchi? This rebellious daughter dared to steal her mother's ashes!"

In a corner he wasn't looking at, Zhou Mengying turned her back.

Her lips twitched a few times, gradually turning into a maniacal laugh.

...

Su Muci sat in Huo Zhan's car, which drove away from the Zhou family villa.

Her heart skipped a beat; everything seemed to be going too smoothly.

He subconsciously opened the urn, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Inside, there was a stone!

Huo Zhan, in the driver's seat, noticed the atmosphere in the car suddenly become heavy. "What's wrong?"

Su Muci's eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice trembled: "Mr. Huo, I thought... I could finally sever all ties with the Zhou family like this. I was so naive..."

She hugged the memorial tablet tightly, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Huo Zhan glanced at the stones in the urn and his jaw suddenly tightened.

"Miss Su, don't worry, the Zhou family's good days are coming to an end!"

His voice was subdued, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened and loosened repeatedly.

He wanted to reach out and hold her hand, to tell her: Don't be afraid, I'm here.

But he knew that crossing the line at this moment would only push her, who was sensitive and wary, further away.

Huo Zhan gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

Damn it!

A cell phone suddenly rang.

He forced down his agitation and answered the call. The other party spoke respectfully: "Mr. Zeroon, I am the Business Director of the Fu Group. Our CEO, Mr. Fu, would like to meet with you and sincerely apologize for what happened before."

Fu Hengzhi?

Huo Zhan loosened his tie, a dark look crossing his face: "Sure, I'm going to boxing practice this afternoon. If you're interested, come join me."

Since someone has offered themselves up, he might as well stretch his muscles!

Ten minutes later, Huo Zhan dropped Su Muci off at the apartment entrance, watched her get out of the car, and then sped away.

Back in her apartment, Su Muci sat on the sofa, clutching the memorial tablet. Two messages popped up on her phone:

[Sister, are you satisfied with what you took today? Luckily, I prepared in advance.]

[A video]

Su Muchi clicked on the video, and it started playing automatically.

In the scene, the familiar blue-and-white porcelain urn is being roughly held by a bodyguard.

A hand wearing a black glove reached in and grabbed a handful of grayish-white ashes!

Su Muci's breathing stopped instantly.

don't want--!

She watched helplessly as the hand moved above the toilet.

Spread your five fingers.

The powder, carrying all her longing and warmth, drifted and fell.

My mother's ashes fell into the filthy sewer!

Immediately afterwards, there was a "click" sound, the sound of a button being pressed.

A massive whirlpool of water instantly swallowed everything up!

The video is short and plays on a loop.

Su Muci opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Only broken breaths choked in his throat.

Her blood-soaked face was reflected on the phone screen, deathly pale.

Then, tears fell, one by one, onto the cold phone screen.

Her fingertips trembled as she tried in vain to touch him, to hold on.

They wanted to retrieve the ashes that had been washed away, even through the screen.

"Mom...I'm sorry..."

The voice, strained from a blood-stained throat, choked with sobs: "It was me... I underestimated their evil..."

She's too naive!

They actually thought those people still had a bottom line!

Another text message popped up: 【If you misbehave again, I'll pour everything out】