"But why...why did she do this to me?"
Song Wan was stunned for a long time before stammering out this question.
She simply couldn't understand why Lin Na, with whom she had no grudge, would repeatedly frame her and drag others into it.
Sun Xiaoyun looked at her with a hint of sympathy.
“Actually, I don’t understand either,” she said softly. “My husband and I both do things on Lin Na’s orders. Especially my husband, if he wants to make a living from the Lin family, he has to do things against his conscience. But… I did hear Lin Na say something once.”
Song Wan suddenly looked up at her.
Sun Xiaoyun pursed her lips and whispered to her, "Lin Na said that all the secrets that could provoke you are in a house in the suburbs."
Song Wan's heart trembled violently.
It turned out that Linna took her out that day not for a casual stroll, but for another purpose.
She deliberately led her to the vicinity of that house, deliberately let her go inside, and then deliberately watched her suffer from a splitting headache and become hysterical...
Song Wan shivered, said goodbye to Sun Xiaoyun, and stumbled out of the park.
In the season when the grass grows and the birds fly, the sun is incredibly warm, but she shivers from the cold under the sun.
That house, its furnishings, her dream... and the baby's cries in the dream, Lin Zhaojiang's face...
She clutched her chest and squatted on the ground in pain. Several kind-hearted passersby came forward to show their concern and asked if she needed an ambulance.
Song Wan shook her head gently, her face pale.
It seems that the fragments of memories are being picked up little by little.
She inexplicably boarded a bus heading to the suburbs and arrived at that house once again.
The courtyard gate was unlocked and opened with a push, as if some unseen force was guiding her through, allowing her to pass through unimpeded.
A mountain wind blew, and a chill ran down her spine.
Song Wan composed herself and slowly walked in... The furnishings inside remained unchanged. Her favorite bone china decorations were displayed on the dresser in the living room, and the dining table was still covered with a gorgeous tablecloth, along with the silver candlesticks that Lin Zhaojiang had brought back from the auction.
The leather sofa had a matte sheen, and the cashmere rug still had its vibrant colors.
They had made love here countless times.
Those moments etched with love now seem to have turned into sharp thorns, piercing her heart.
Song Wan continued climbing the stairs.
The bedroom hasn't changed, the study hasn't changed, and even the oil paintings in the hallway haven't changed.
Everything seemed as if she were still here.
But everything changed, becoming a wound in her life that would never heal.
Song Wan pushed open a door, the wooden door creaking as it instantly transported her to another world in time...
She saw their sweet past together, and she saw his heartlessness.
She ran out in a daze, accidentally bumping into the door of another room. Seeing the crib and stroller there, she seemed to see her own crazy self from back then.
Song Wan felt as if someone was choking her, and she could barely breathe.
The open space directly opposite this room is outside the courtyard, near the woods, where a stone tablet stands.
Song Wan squatted on the ground, wailing uncontrollably. Buried there was her daughter, whom she hadn't even had a chance to see this world…
She slowly walked to the courtyard gate, sat in front of the stone tablet, and stroked the words on it again and again, tears streaming down her face.
From the day Lin Zhaojiang told her to abort the child, she began planning her escape. They lived in the east of the city, so she fled to the west, renting a small, poorly furnished room in the suburbs. She even had to cook in the stairwell. She asked a former classmate for a job, but fearing Lin Zhaojiang would track her down, she dared not use her ID card and could only work as a day laborer in a restaurant kitchen, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work.
A kind neighbor, seeing that she was pregnant and malnourished, gave her a few eggs. She couldn't bear to eat them all at once, so she ate one every two days.
Even with such poor conditions, she was content. As long as she could settle down and give birth to this child, she was willing to do anything.
Even this last glimmer of hope, Lin Zhaojiang was determined to destroy ruthlessly…
Song Wan clenched her fists tightly, her whole body trembling. The stabbing pain in her heart turned into intense hatred, which grew wildly in her heart like vines.
*
When Song Wan returned to the hotel, Lin Zhaojiang was furious, blaming them for not keeping a close eye on Song Wan.
The hotel manager, security guards, and his men stood in a row in front of him, heads bowed, not daring to breathe. When Song Wan wanted to leave, none of them dared to stop her. The bodyguards knew Song Wan didn't like having people following her, so they didn't dare to follow too closely.
When Lin Zhaojiang arrived at the hotel and couldn't find anyone, and no one knew where Song Wan had gone, he immediately became extremely anxious.
"Ah, Miss Song, you're back!" The sharp-eyed manager saw Song Wan walking in from the door and looked at her like she was seeing a lifeline, wishing he could rush over to her the next second.
Lin Zhaojiang turned around abruptly and saw Song Wan's pale face and thin body reflected in the night as she staggered towards him.
He rushed over anxiously and grabbed her hand, but before he could ask where she had gone, he met her cold gaze.
Lin Zhaojiang's heart tightened.
Song Wan stared at him coldly. Those few seconds felt like centuries. Lin Zhaojiang didn't know what was happening, but he had a bad feeling.
"Wanwan..." he forced a smile, then tried to put his arm around her shoulder.
Song Wan dodged him, glared at him fiercely, and turned to walk towards the elevator.
"Wanwan!" Lin Zhaojiang chased after him. In fact, he had been feeling inexplicably flustered since this afternoon, and he couldn't even muster any energy at the board meeting.
Song Wan pressed the elevator button, and while she was waiting for the elevator, a news report suddenly came on the TV in the hotel lobby.
"Breaking news... Just now, a serious incident occurred at the train station. Several burly men armed with weapons attacked a pregnant woman in broad daylight..."
Song Wan was startled and ran over in a few steps.
The scene was chaotic; the train station had been cordoned off by police, ambulances sped by, and large patches of blood were visible where people were gathered.
"It is understood that the pregnant woman and these men were complete strangers. The pregnant woman's husband was beaten in vital areas while trying to protect his wife and died on the spot."
Song Wan's heart was pounding, her eyes fixed on the television.
A few minutes later...
"Breaking news: The pregnant woman who was attacked at the train station was seriously injured and died on the way to the hospital."
Song Wan's face turned deathly pale, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Lin Zhaojiang quickly went to help her up.
She screamed, "Ah—!"
"Wanwan, what's wrong?"
"Don't touch me!" Song Wan pushed him away, her mind already on the verge of collapse.
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