Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Everyone go to hell with her!
The footsteps of Yu Wan and Fu Zhiyao gradually faded away. The originally empty and quiet parking lot seemed to have suddenly received signals from the outside world, and people walked in one after another.
As they passed by, Song Chuchu heard the man muttering quietly, "Didn't they say there was a problem with the parking lot and it would take twenty minutes to repair? How come it's fixed so quickly?"
Fu Zhiyao actually even considered this, fearing that the content of the conversation would be leaked and would affect Yu Wan, but he was extremely sarcastic to her.
Song Chuchu chuckled, her smile was bitter and desolate, and the movement involved the left side of her face, which was burning hot in the cold air of the parking lot.
She turned stiffly, picked up the bag on the ground, and took a few steps when a dark shadow jumped out from the darkness. Song Chuchu was thrown against the wall with great force, her back hurting. Her screams turned into a discordant whimper in the other person's airtight palm.
With the relatively bright light in the parking lot aisle, Song Chuchu could see the man's appearance clearly. He was wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down, revealing a pair of fierce and dark eyes.
It’s Lu Yusen.
Seeing Song Chuchu's eyes wide open in fear, Lu Yusen mistakenly thought she was going to scream, so he increased his strength without hesitation. He grabbed her wrist with his other hand and pressed it against her neck, strangling her so hard that she almost couldn't breathe.
"I thought you could accomplish something big, but you're nothing but a few harsh words, useless." Lu Yusen's voice was deep and full of sarcasm. "Not everyone is as love-starved as you are. Finding out you're not Yu Heya's biological child, you're desperate to commit suicide. If I were you, I'd seize the opportunity to take advantage of Yu Heya's overflowing maternal love and escape with the money as soon as possible, instead of making a scene like a madman."
Lu Yusen's facial expression was distorted to the extreme, and his eyes were terrifying. At one moment, Song Chuchu even thought that Lu Yusen was going to strangle her to death. Just when Song Chuchu was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen, Lu Yusen suddenly let go of his hand.
Song Chuchu suddenly inhaled a large amount of air into her lungs and began to cough uncontrollably. Her face flushed red and her throat felt like a broken bellows, as if she wanted to cough out her internal organs.
She slid down slowly along the wall.
Lu Yusen half-knelt down, pulled Song Chuchu's collar, and told her the reason for his appearance here: "Tell me, where is Lu Juefeng? I know you went to see him."
Song Chuchu recalled Lu Juefeng's condescending glance at that time, which was cold, indifferent and resolute. His patience and indulgence towards her, was it all fake?
Lu Yusen made an impatient "tsk" sound and put his hand on Song Chuchu's neck.
Song Chuchu opened her lips and said numbly, "Shenhui District, Century East Road, Xiangfeng Community, Building 27, Room 404."
After receiving a satisfactory agreement, Lu Yusen let go of his hand, stood up, adjusted the baseball cap on his head, and disappeared in front of Song Chuchu like a ghost.
He uttered a low curse: "Idiot."
Song Chuchu chuckled again. She touched her hot face and her neck which was so painful that she had difficulty swallowing. She stumbled to her feet and found her car.
The accelerator roared and we drove out of the parking lot.
Soybean-sized raindrops hit the car window with a crackling sound, and in an instant they gathered into a stream, flowing along the glass window, blurring the street scene outside the window that was quickly receding.
Yu Wan leaned weakly against the car window, staring at the rain on it.
A baffle divided the interior of the car into two spaces. Fu Zhiyao did not disturb Yu Wan at this time. He only looked at Yu Wan from time to time, waiting for her to speak.
"Fu Zhiyao."
This was probably the first time Yu Wan called out his name to his face, so Fu Zhiyao was stunned for a few seconds before responding, "You go."
Yu Wan withdrew her gaze, her voice a little empty: "You weren't surprised at all when Song Chuchu said Yu Heya was my biological mother. Did you know it a long time ago? Last time you asked me if I could give you a chance to forgive me if I had hidden something from you, was that what you meant?"
Fu Zhiyao's chest felt like it was being stuffed with a plastic bag, making it extremely stuffy. This stuffiness was even worse than the stuffiness caused by the winter rainy season.
"yes."
"Oh, I see."
"sorry."
Fu Zhiyao's voice was hoarse. He wanted to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, but he felt powerless to say anything.
How should he tell Yu Wan not to mind Yu Heya's abandonment back then, even though she raised Song Chuchu with all her heart, her future would be better and she should look forward.
Fu Zhiyao couldn't bring himself to say such empty and pretentious words.
Since I can't say it out loud, comfort becomes an unsolvable problem.
Fu Zhiyao was thinking in his mind, what else could he do besides apologizing.
Yu Wan asked him back, "Why are you apologizing? Because you discovered you don't have superpowers and can't travel back to when I was a child to scold Yu Heya for abandoning me?"
What Yu Wan said to Song Chuchu was sincere.
If anything that Song Chuchu owned was given to Yu Wan, Yu Wan could also shamelessly say that someone else had taken everything from her and shift all the blame onto others.
Because whatever Song Chuchu wants is within her reach.
In the eyes of Yu Wan, who has never seriously experienced love, all relationships need to be managed, including family relationships. Yu Heya never raised her and never got along with her. It is normal for her to speak ill of her for the sake of her daughter.
When Yu Wan learned that Yu Heya was her biological mother, she couldn't say against her will that she didn't care at all, as that would be too hypocritical.
When people are in trouble, they will subconsciously seek spiritual sustenance for themselves, and fabricate or imagine spiritual carriers that do not exist at all.
Yu Wan fabricated a story for herself about a loving pair of parents who lost her due to carelessness, and in order to find her, they posted missing person notices everywhere on the streets. Or, maybe when she grew up, they met her by chance on the street, recognized her as their child, rushed up to hug her, and said with tears in their eyes, "Child, we have been looking for you for a long time."
This kind of made-up plot was once commented by Lu Sui as a child as he had watched too many TV dramas.
After Lu Sui left the orphanage, Yu Wan rarely thought about these things anymore, mainly because even if she did, there was no one to share her thoughts with.
Looking at it this way, Mao Xinling was right when she said she was an optimist. Yu Wan didn't like to think in a negative way, as it would only make things difficult for herself.
If you don't want to make things difficult for yourself, why make things difficult for others?
She glanced at Fu Zhiyao. He seemed a little surprised. His usually arrogant and cold brows seemed to droop, weakening his aggressiveness. He was like a large dog that had been stroked on the head by its owner but was still not satisfied and rubbed its owner's trouser legs. It was an unexpected contrast.
Fu Zhiyao's thin lips moved, but before he could say anything, the car body suddenly shifted to the left lane. Fu Zhiyao fell towards Yu Wan due to inertia, and he barely managed to stabilize his body by holding on to the central armrest.
The barrier slowly dropped at this moment, and Xiao Cheng's panicked voice came from the driver's seat: "Boss, someone is maliciously cutting off your car!"
Fu Zhiyao looked back decisively.
A small black car was driving in the rain, turning the steering wheel and changing lanes at the same time, closely following their car, gradually increasing its speed and getting closer and closer, like a poisonous snake that could not be shaken off.
Fu Zhiyao said with certainty, "It's Song Chuchu."
The car in front may have noticed something was wrong and the driver also started to flash his hazard lights, but unfortunately, it was raining and all the cars slowed down at the same time. Even though the driver in front tried to speed up as much as possible, he still couldn't create much distance.
Yu Wan took out her phone and prepared to call the police. Her hands were shaking. "I'll contact the traffic police first to see if they can clear the road..."
"It's too late." Fu Zhiyao said.
Song Chuchu's eyes were red, cold sweat kept oozing out of the palms of her hands holding the steering wheel, and her foot was on the accelerator with no sign of letting go.
She knew that the car in front belonged to Fu Zhiyao, and she also knew that Yu Wan and Fu Zhiyao were sitting in it at this moment.
But what was there for her to be afraid of? She just wanted the two of them to die!
Her life had long since fallen into hell and she could never turn things around. If there was anyone who should go to hell with her, it would be Yu Wan.
He ignored Lu Juefeng's pain and refused to resign to stay by his side even though he knew that Lu Juefeng had a mental illness. He took advantage of Fu Zhiyao's love for him to become the project manager of the New Trade Building, enjoying everyone's flattery and attention. He also provocatively said harsh and vicious words when she lost everything.
Through the rain, Song Chuchu stared at the vehicle in front of her. The anger and unwillingness in her eyes condensed into a surging black mist, completely engulfing her last bit of sanity. Her heart pumped faster and the heat rushed to her brain, making her feel a sincere pleasure of control.
Song Chuchu stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. There were bursts of roars and the sharp sound of tire friction. Song Chuchu's eyes were calm and crazy.
All of them! All of them, go to hell with her!
Bang--!
There was a loud crash, and the world seemed to be paused. Raindrops hung in the air about to fall. The hood was knocked open, blocking Song Chuchu's vision. The silver-gray Maybach in front had been overturned by the violent impact and tilted to one side.
Apart from her body being restrained by the seatbelt, Yu Wan seemed to be completely out of control. Her phone fell out of her hand, her vision was instantly reversed, and she had tinnitus accompanied by the creaking sound of twisted metal, like a warning from a machine during cardiac arrest, like a needle piercing her brain, making her nerves dull.
Maybe two seconds, maybe less than half a second, Yu Wan's head hit the roof of the car heavily, a white light suddenly appeared, and the world fell into complete darkness.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on her bed in the dormitory.
Yu Wan's bed had no curtains, and she used gray and white checkered striped sheets and blue and white checkered striped sheets to cover herself. Therefore, she could easily judge the environment she was in.
On the bed opposite was Mao Xinling, who was obsessed with watching TV series. The brightness of the tablet was not obvious through the dark blue bed curtains, and she could only see things with the light coming in from the balcony.
Yu Wan opened her lips, but for a moment no sound came out.
The memory of the car accident was seared into her mind, causing Yu Wan a splitting headache. She pinched her palms hard, and the pain confirmed that what she saw was not an illusion.
She struggled to sit up with the help of the railing, looked around, took out her cell phone from under the pillow and turned on the screen.
The harsh, cold white light stung Yu Wan's dry eyes, causing them to ooze tears. It also allowed her to see the time clearly: twelve thirty-six in the morning.
The date… was the night before she thought she had transmigrated into the novel.
Yu Wan subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead, which was a little hot, which corresponded to what Mao Xinling said about having a fever in the middle of the night.
A kind of horror similar to fear made Yu Wan tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know if it was the sequelae of the car accident. Yu Wan felt like there were needles pricking his temples, and the burning sensation and coldness were intertwined, making his thoughts become fuzzy.
So that's how it was. Because of the car accident, her missing memories were filled in this way.
But Yu Wan had no time to waste. The memories in her mind were gradually fading away, and she became the Yu Wan who initially thought she had been reincarnated as a cannon fodder.
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