On our wedding night, just as we were about to consummate the marriage, my wife Lin Wanrou received a call from her white moonlight, Chen Kai, saying that he had gotten a divorce.
She pushed ...
Mr. Lin nodded in satisfaction.
"Okay, go write it."
"Remember, the more tragic the story, the better, and the more sympathy you can garner, the better."
"It would be best to portray Qin Yang as an utterly wicked demon and depict us as innocent and pitiful victims."
"Only in this way can the pressure from public opinion be maximized."
Lin's mother also chimed in from the side:
"Yes, yes, son, you must write well."
"Make Qin Yang as bad as possible, so that everyone knows his true colors!"
"Make him utterly disgraced, so he can never rise again!"
Her voice was filled with resentment and hatred.
It seemed as if Qin Yang was the sole cause of Lin Wanrou's death.
And they are just innocent victims.
Lin Hai nodded repeatedly.
"Don't worry, Dad, Mom, I promise I'll complete the mission!"
"I'll go write it right now. I won't rest until I've ruined that brat Qin Yang's reputation!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his study without waiting.
He wanted to use his pen to "seek justice" for the Lin family.
Only Mr. and Mrs. Lin remained in the living room.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same ruthlessness and scheming in each other's eyes.
Their daughter, Lin Wanrou, lay quietly in that cold coffin.
However, they didn't even glance at it.
In their hearts, there is only money and profit.
For them, Lin Wanrou's death was nothing more than a tool they could use.
A tool that can be used to blackmail Qin Yang.
If Lin Wanrou were still alive, if she knew that the three people she had always considered her closest relatives had treated her this way.
What would she think?
Will she regret all that she has sacrificed for this family?
Will she feel disheartened, realizing that she is treated worse than an outsider in this family?
Will she despair, realizing that there isn't a single person in this world who truly cares about her?
But she was already dead.
She can no longer hear or see these things.
She could only lie quietly in that cold coffin, awaiting her final resting place.
Meanwhile, her family is still scheming and plotting to make her death happen.