Wen Zhiling didn't care whether Mu Xingshi could hear him or not. It didn't matter anyway.
He fumbled around and bumped into a wall, so he crawled over and leaned against it to rest. The lack of sunlight had weakened his eyes, so when the door opened and a faint light shone through, it stung his eyes.
This is an old factory in the suburbs that has long been abandoned. Wen Zhiling has been locked up here for dozens of days. Mu Heng came here just to vent his frustration.
"Wen Zhiling, Song Qingmo is dead." Mu Hengshi said lightly.
"What do you want to do, you... Ha, what? You said Song Qingmo is dead!" Wen Zhiling took a defensive stance in time. When he heard the word "death" connected with Song Qingmo, Wen Zhiling thought he had heard it wrong.
"He's dead, and we all have a share in it." Mu Hengshi was standing with the light behind him, and he looked extremely gloomy.
"Dead, dead... Great, hahaha!" Wen Zhiling had clearly been hoping for Song Qingmo's death, but it was after his conspiracy was exposed that Song Qingmo died. It was quite ironic. At least Song Qingmo shouldn't have died at this time. He laughed so hard that tears flowed, but his sarcastic laughter did not stop.
Seeing his crazy look and evil words, Mu Hengshi punched him. Wen Zhiling staggered, tilted his head, and spat out blood.
"Why do you say that to him? He saved you twice before. He's been so good to you. Why are you repaying him with evil?" Mu Hengshi was like a roaring lion, pulling Wen Zhiling by the collar.
"Don't you like him? You—"
Mu Hengshi actually said this, Wen Zhiling was enraged, he "returned the favor" and fought back. The two of them, relying entirely on their bodies, fought each other.
"How dare you say that? I like him, so what? He saved me, so what? He owes me, he owes me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Mu Hengshi had the upper hand, pinning Wen Zhiling down. His face was barely visible, but he wouldn't close his mouth. Both men were covered in bruises, looking utterly miserable. Mu Hengshi calmly punched Wen Zhiling in the face.
He had long wanted to destroy this face that resembled Song Qingmo's. Seeing the disgust in Mu Heng's eyes when he caught a glimpse of him, Wen Zhiling continued to fan the flames.
"You think you're so affectionate? You've done no less for Song Qingmo than I have. You're even more disgusting, like a pathetic, despicable wretch. Song Qingmo has never liked you. You hate him in your heart, right? You hate that Song Qingmo isn't moved by you. Your pitiful self-esteem is bruised, so after losing your memory and being hypnotized, you're full of malice towards Song Qingmo. Haha... You think that if you leave Song Qingmo with nothing, he'll look at you, but he'd rather die. Haha!! What a selfish and despicable person! Your sincerity is worse than a dog's."
"Shut up! Shut up right there," Mu Hengshi strangled Wen Zhiling's neck, and let go when he was about to die.
Mu Hengshi didn't make another move, leaving Wen Zhiling extremely puzzled. But that didn't stop him from speaking out. "At least my hatred for Song Qingmo is pure. I won't use love as an excuse, unlike you, who constantly makes excuses. I once wished Xu Fengyi had asked me to seduce Song Qingmo, but unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world." Wen Zhiling lay on the ground, unwilling to get up. His tone grew softer and slower. He closed his eyes, awaiting his final outcome.
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Mu Hengshi also sat slumped, Wen Zhiling's words piercing his heart like needles. He was right, he was indeed despicable and hypocritical. Song Qingmo had never loved him.
"I won't kill you. You have nothing anyway. Disgrace and a life worse than death is what you deserve." After saying this, Mu Heng didn't stay any longer and stumbled away.
As for him, he knew Song Qingmo would definitely want him to die sooner. He found the wedding ring that he and Song Qingmo had left at the Mu family's old house without any expectations.
He lit a fire, then, in the flames, pulled out his heart and carefully placed two clean silver rings into the empty space. After doing all this, he closed his eyes in a hazy state of pain. He clutched a painting tightly in his hand. The fire quickly engulfed everything...
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