"Of course, I love you. My feelings for you have never changed." Chen Wei looked at Xing Zhaoming, her eyes burning with two fiery flames, clearly genuine.
"Then how did you manage to tell me you love me while secretly stabbing my sister in the back, knowing that I care about her?" Xing Zhaoming asked.
Chen Wei's expression changed, and she said, "I didn't stab Xing Zhaozhao in the back. She was useless and was tortured to death by the Gao family. I was just standing by and watching. If you hate the people who killed Xing Zhaozhao, you should go find the Gao family. Why are you only targeting me?"
"Only?" Xing Zhaoming chuckled softly and asked, "You really don't know what the Gao family's situation is like now?"
Chen Wei suddenly realized something, her face turned pale, and she instinctively curled up, sitting there trembling.
Even Chen Hao and Xing Jiashu's expressions changed.
They had all heard about the Gao family, and therefore knew a great deal about Gao Mingcheng's methods.
Let's not even talk about the younger members of the Gao family. They could have risen to prominence thanks to Gao Hongfei, but now they're struggling to survive on the poverty line.
Needless to say, the two old people are over a hundred years old. Gao Mingcheng put them in his own sanatorium, and they are still alive, but they are just alive; they can't die even if they want to.
"Do you want to be like them?" Xing Zhaoming asked.
"I don't want to." Chen Wei shook her head hurriedly and looked at Chen Hao for help: "Big brother, save me."
Chen Hao looked at Xing Zhaoming seriously and said, "Zhaoming, you should know that I will not stand by and watch you lay a hand on Weiwei, not even if Gao Mingcheng were to do it."
"Don't worry, brother. No one will lay a hand on Chen Wei. Just like she said, she's just standing by and watching." Xing Zhaoming said, then laughed self-deprecatingly, "I just hate myself for being so blind to people's true nature."
Chen Hao sat there, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable, after all, the one he hadn't recognized was his own sister.
“We just can’t let this go, big brother.” Xing Zhaoming looked at Chen Hao and continued, “I only have one sister. If Chen Wei had just lent a hand back then for my sake, she and my little nephew would have had a chance to survive.”
Putting Chen Hao aside, Xing Jiashu also felt a heavy weight in his heart, a mixture of sorrow and guilt. He and Gao Hongfei weren't just cousins, but also close friends. They had shared countless drinks and grieved for their younger cousin who had died young. He never imagined his mother would play such a cold and disgraceful role; he would never be able to face her again.
"Let's get a divorce," Xing Zhaoming said to Chen Wei again.
When Chen Wei heard Xing Zhaoming say that no one would lay a hand on her, she was completely relieved. She had just stood by and watched, which wasn't a big mistake. After so many years of marriage, what couldn't be forgiven?
Unexpectedly, Xing Zhaoming was still determined to divorce her. She shouted excitedly, "No! You can only divorce me if I die!"
As she spoke, she began to sob, looking at Xing Zhaoming with tears streaming down her face: "So many years have passed, can't you just pretend nothing happened? Why do you still hold such a grudge? Is our friendship of so many years less important than your sister who has been dead for so many years?"
Xing Zhaoming shook his head in disappointment and said, "Even now, you still don't know how to reflect on yourself. A human life, my own sister, was taken, and you can act as if nothing happened. It seems that in your eyes, our years of friendship are nothing more than this."
“When we got married, I always thought Zhao Zhao would have another sister-in-law to dote on her. But things didn’t go as planned. I was so naive. I never noticed anything was wrong and even foolishly thought that Zhao Zhao had gotten married and become distant from me. Zhao Zhao was naive too. She never said a bad word about me and always endured it herself. From now on, I will never let her suffer like this again.” Xing Zhaoming said with a resolute look in his eyes.
Chen Wei's eyes flashed with a mad light as she screamed, "Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao, it's Zhao Zhao again, Zhao Zhao, it's always Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao! I hate Xing Zhao Zhao the most! She's clearly dead, why does she have to come back?"
Xing Zhaoming and Wen Sinan, who were standing beside him, both felt a sudden jolt of fear. Something was wrong.
Both Chen Hao and Xing Jiashu showed expressions of confusion on their faces.
"What do you mean, 'come back'?" Chen Hao asked.
Chen Wei rushed up to Chen Hao and said mysteriously, "Big brother, you don't know, Xing Zhaozhao has come back to life."
Xing Zhaoming and Wen Sinan felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
Chen Hao frowned: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
“It’s true, brother.” Chen Wei looked at Chen Hao with an unusually serious expression and said, “She has always been by Gao Mingcheng’s side.”
Chen Hao had long heard that Gao Mingcheng was keeping a mistress who looked exactly like his deceased wife. When he heard Chen Wei's words, he assumed she was mistaken. He patted Chen Wei's arm reassuringly and said, "You're mistaken. That's not Xing Zhaozhao. Xing Zhaozhao has been dead for a long time. How can a dead person come back to life? Don't think nonsense."
Seeing that Chen Hao didn't believe her, Chen Wei became anxious and grabbed Chen Hao's hand, saying, "It's true, big brother. Otherwise, how would Zhaoming know that Xing Zhaozhao wrote me a letter asking for help? Xing Zhaozhao is long dead, isn't she? Besides herself, who else do you think would know this secret?"
Chen Hao was stunned: "..." What you said seems to make sense, but how can a dead person come back to life? Tell me?
Chen Hao looked at Chen Wei with concern, his expression becoming somewhat serious. He sensed that something was wrong with his sister's mental state.
"Brother," Chen Wei suddenly called out.
"Hmm?" Chen Hao responded.
"Find me a few people, they need to be really skilled," Chen Wei said.
"What do you need these for?" Chen Hao asked.
A shadow of malice flashed across Chen Wei's eyes as she said, "I'm going to kill Xing Zhaozhao so she can no longer go to Zhaoming and speak ill of me, ruining my relationship with Zhaoming."
Chen Hao: "..."
Xing Zhaoming: "..."
Xing Jiashu: "..."
Wen Sinan: "..."
Conspiring to murder someone in front of so many people...
She might, perhaps, possibly not really be insane?
Xing Zhaoming's eyes flashed as he looked at the complex emotions—excitement, madness, and ruthlessness—on Chen Wei's face. No, he couldn't let her talk nonsense outside like this. If others noticed Zhaozhao's unusual behavior, it would be troublesome.
“We’re not getting a divorce,” Xing Zhaoming suddenly said.
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