Chapter 617 Women's Prison
Downstairs, a scream pierced the sky, followed by countless terrified shouts.
The dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground struck everyone's heart heavily.
Blood, like an enchanting red lotus, instantly bloomed on the cold concrete ground.
…
Women's prison.
"Get out of here! Don't touch my food!" Zhao Xiyue kicked over the plate and the food spilled all over the floor.
The people in the same cell dared not speak out and could only hide in the corner.
"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll dig your eyes out!" Zhao Xiyue roared fiercely, "Just wait! My dad will come to rescue me soon! When that happens, I'll make you all kneel down and beg me!"
She firmly believed that her father would find a way. The Zhao family had a deep foundation in Rongcheng. No matter how powerful Chi Wenyan was, he couldn't cover the sky with one hand!
At this moment, the small window on the iron door was opened, and the prison guard shouted coldly: "Zhao Xiyue, a lawyer is here to see you."
A smug smile appeared on Zhao Xiyue's lips. She knew it!
She straightened her messy prison uniform and walked out with her head held high.
In the meeting room, the Zhao family's legal advisor had a pale face and avoided glances.
"Lawyer Zhang, has everything been arranged for my dad?" Zhao Xiyue asked impatiently, "When can I get out? Does he want me to admit my mistakes and sign something first? Tell him I'm willing to do anything as long as I can get out!"
Lawyer Zhang stammered for a long time before speaking with difficulty: "Miss, calm down and listen to me."
"I'm very calm! Just tell me!"
Lawyer Zhang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Director Zhao is gone."
"Gone?" Zhao Xiyue was stunned for a moment, then became furious. "What do you mean by gone? Is it the money or the connections? I tell you, even if the Zhao family has lost everything, he is still my father! He must save me!"
"No..." Lawyer Zhang's voice was trembling. He pushed the tablet in front of her. The screen was full of news headlines.
"Father Zhao, the founder of the Zhao Group, fell to his death from the top floor of the group this afternoon!"
In the photo, a human figure was covered with white cloth under the familiar office building, and glaring bloodstains were spreading.
Zhao Xiyue's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points!
Time stands still at this moment.
All the expressions on her face were frozen, and she looked like a sculpture frozen in ice.
"No, this isn't true..." She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a breeze. "You guys lied to me, this is fake... This is a picture made by Chi Wenyan. He wanted to deceive me, he wanted to make me despair..."
"Miss, it's true." Lawyer Zhang's voice was filled with tears. "The company is gone. Director Zhao can't hold on any longer."
"ah--!!!"
A shrill scream, not like a human voice, erupted from Zhao Xiyue's throat! She suddenly threw herself at the table, trying to smash the tablet, but was blocked by the cold iron bars.
"It's fake! It's all fake! My dad won't die! He won't abandon me!"
She screamed madly and banged her head against the railing, making a dull "bang bang" sound.
"Chi Wenyan! Ji Wan! It's you! You killed my father! I'm going to kill you! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!!"
The prison guards rushed in and it took several people working together to hold her down, as she looked like a madwoman.
Her curses and yells resounded throughout the corridor. In addition to overwhelming hatred, her voice also contained overwhelming panic.
Dad is dead.
The company is gone.
No one in this world will come to save her.
She would be imprisoned here for the rest of her life.
This thought, like an invisible hand, suddenly gripped her throat. All the roaring ceased abruptly, leaving only violent gasps and trembling. Above the overwhelming hatred was a deeper, colder despair and fear.
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Ji Wan had just finished trimming a vase of flowers when Chi Wenyan came back from outside.
He took off his suit jacket that was stained with the night color, and the cold aura on his body also faded a little.
"Father Zhao is dead." He walked to her side, his voice calm, just stating a fact.
Ji Wan's hand holding the scissors suddenly stopped, and the sharp blades almost cut his fingers.
She raised her head and looked at the man's handsome but calm face. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
Chi Wenyan reached out, took the flower scissors from her hand, put them aside, and then wrapped her slightly cold fingertips with his warm big hands.
"He jumped from the building of his own company."
Ji Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she turned her head and looked at the bright lights of the city outside the window.
The image of Zhao's father emerged before her eyes, the man who was so high-spirited in the business world and so cheerful and cheerful at banquets. The image of Zhao Xiyue in the past also emerged before her eyes, the girl who held her hand and called her "Wanwan".
How did everything get to this point?
The pleasure of revenge did not appear, instead she felt like a huge rock was blocking her chest, so heavy that it made her breathless.
This is not a game, this is a real life.
"Wen Yan," she said softly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice that she herself hadn't noticed, "Have we... gone too far?"
Chi Wenyan held her in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice low and firm: "Wanwan, let me ask you, if it was you lying in the hospital today, with everything destroyed, would his father Zhao shed a tear for us?"
"When Zhao Xiyue was holding the sulfuric acid and preparing to throw it at you, did she show even a trace of mercy?"
"No."
He tightened his arms so tightly that he almost rubbed her into her bones and blood.
"So, I won't. I will never feel that I've gone too far for someone who wants to hurt you."
His kindness and softness were always only given to Ji Wan.
The warmth in Chi Wenyan's embrace and his firm words that left no room for questioning dispelled the last trace of confusion in Ji Wan's heart caused by the death of Zhao's father.
Yes, why should she be sentimental about the death of her enemy?
When they were about to kill themselves, did they ever hesitate for a moment?
She moved away from his arms a little and raised her tear-washed eyes. There was no more fragility in them, only cold clarity.
"Father Zhao is dead, Zhao Xiyue is in jail, but there's still one person." Ji Wan's voice was soft, but with a chill that couldn't be ignored, "Su Jiujiu."
When Ji Wan thought about that woman living in this world with his face on her, he felt physically nauseous.
Every time she accidentally caught a glimpse of her appearance in the mirror, she would think of Su Jiujiu's fake face that had been carefully carved with a scalpel.
That was not an imitation of her beauty, but a most vicious blasphemy and usurpation.
"I don't want to see that face again." Ji Wan looked at Chi Wenyan, and every word was clear, "Change her face back. No matter what she looked like before, whether she was disfigured or ugly, change it back for me."
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