The garden of the Su family manor is bathed in the bright afternoon sun.
The carefully trimmed rose bushes exude a rich sweet fragrance, and the fountain reflects a fine halo of light in the sunlight. Everything seems peaceful and luxurious.
Su Xinghui was sitting at a white rattan tea table, sipping black tea from a bone china cup with an elegant posture.
The sunlight shone on her smooth face, and her expression was calm, as if the tragedy that shook the entire upper class a few days ago had never happened.
Until she caught a glimpse of a figure in a wheelchair out of the corner of her eye. Pushed by an assistant, it slowly passed through the flowery courtyard path and came towards her with a heart-pounding chill.
"Fan Shuang?" The calmness on Su Xinghui's face shattered in an instant, replaced by just the right amount of surprise and concern. She quickly put down the exquisite teacup and stood up.
"Oh my God, why are you here? Your leg is so badly injured, didn't the doctor tell you..." Her voice stopped abruptly.
Ye Fanshuang's wheelchair stopped in front of her, without responding to her concern, without a trace of warmth.
Ye Fanshuang just raised his head and stared at her face coldly and without blinking with his eyes, which were bottomless but filled with endless coldness.
Su Xinghui felt a chill run down her spine, a chill running from her feet to her head. She forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly. "Fan... Fan Shuang? Why... Why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling unwell?"
The corners of Ye Fanshuang's mouth curled up into an extremely cold arc. There was no smile in that arc, only bone-chilling hatred.
She slowly raised her hand that was not in a cast, and with a slow-motion cruelty, she threw the black encrypted folder fiercely at Su Xinghui's carefully maintained face, which had instantly lost its color.
The hard edges of the folder hit his cheekbone with a dull sound, and the papers inside scattered with a rustling sound, like invitations to death, fluttering down on Su Xinghui's skirt and the expensive lawn.
"Explain." Ye Fanshuang's voice was colder than the Siberian wind, carrying the weight that could crush everything.
Su Xinghui was stunned for a moment and her cheeks felt burning with pain.
"This... this is impossible!" Su Xinghui's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and all the blood color faded away. Her body shook violently, as if she was about to faint in the next second.
She shook her head frantically, her voice shrill and out of tune with extreme fear.
"Fan Shuang! This is fake! Someone is setting me up! Listen to my explanation! You must listen to my explanation!"
"What do you want to explain?" Ye Fanshuang's voice was as cold as an icicle, and every word pierced the other party precisely.
"Explain how you, like a dirty spy, accepted bribes from the Chao family? Explain how you, like a cold-blooded executioner, sneaked into the engine room and planted the bomb?"
"Explain how you watched helplessly and nearly killed Ye Qingliu?! Watching my best friend almost become the murderer who killed the person I like?!"
Su Xinghui was shaking all over like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. A few strands of her carefully styled hair fell out and stuck to her sweaty forehead in a messy manner.
Big tears burst out, smearing her delicate makeup and leaving dirty marks on her pale face: "I didn't mean to do that! Fan Shuang, I really didn't mean to do that! It was Old Man Chao! That old fox...he threatened me!"
"He said that if I didn't help him create this chaos and temporarily distract the Ye family, he would use all his strength to destroy the Su family! Make the Su family bankrupt! Put my father in jail! I... I have no choice!"
She cried and tried to grab Ye Fanshuang's hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.
"So, you choose to sacrifice other people's lives?!" Ye Fanshuang pushed the wheelchair violently, the cold metal wheels rolled over the scattered papers, and approached Su Xinghui with a thunderous momentum.
"Do you know what Ye Qingliu looks like now?! He's lying in the ICU, tubes plugged into his body, and every breath he takes feels like dancing on the edge of a knife! His sternum is shattered, his lungs are punctured! Do you know how many people died?!
"Ninety-six living people, just because of your 'no choice', turned into charcoal and sank to the cold seabed! Where are their families?! Where was their 'choice'?!"
"I...I didn't mean to kill him! I really didn't!"
Su Xinghui was forced to retreat repeatedly by her momentum. Her high heels stepped on the soft soil, and she could hardly stand and screamed hysterically.
"The bomb's equivalent... The Chao family said it's under control! I just wanted to cause some temporary chaos in the Ye family, giving Chao Youye a chance to get close to the core... I didn't expect it to be so serious! Fan Shuang, please believe me! Please..."
“Snap!!”
An extremely crisp and loud slap severely interrupted Su Xinghui's crying and begging.
Ye Fanshuang used up all his strength, and his uninjured hand swung out like lightning, carrying the tremendous force of all the pent-up anger, pain and betrayal, and slapped Su Xinghui's left cheek accurately and fiercely.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment. The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the silent garden, startling the birds in the branches.
Su Xinghui was hit so hard that she tilted her body and stumbled to the ground. The pearl hairpin carefully inserted in her hair was thrown out and disappeared into the rose bush.
Her left cheek became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and five hideous finger marks were clearly visible.
The corner of her mouth cracked, and a thread of bright red blood meandered down and dripped onto the hem of her white skirt, blurring out a small, dazzling red plum blossom.
"Su Xinghui." Ye Fanshuang slowly withdrew his hand. His knuckles turned slightly red due to the force, and his palm was burning with pain.
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