Chapter 593
Unlike yesterday in the front yard, Wen Xin did not act innocent and unaware of anything. Instead, she looked at Shang Ruru with indifferent eyes as she was trapped in madness, pain, and despair.
Just as Shang Ruru had once wantonly trampled on her life, today, she casually controlled her fate.
As Shang Ruru struggled with a mental breakdown, she suddenly met Wen Xin's gaze. A glimmer of clarity appeared in her bloodshot eyes, a mixture of fear and resentment.
She was so unwilling, so unwilling... Clearly, Shang Xin, that little bitch, was nothing more than her little toy before, whom she could mold and manipulate at will, even her life was at her mercy.
But now, the lowly people she despised looked down on her as if she were nothing more than an ant under her feet.
Business! Joy!
What gives her the right? What gives her the right?
Driven by intense resentment, Shang Ruru frantically tore open her own mouth, leaving it bloody.
"Shang...Xin...bitch..."
"ah!"
Shang Ruru was thrown away by an invisible force and slammed hard into a pillar, the cracking sound of bones breaking could be heard.
She crashed to the ground, spitting out blood, but her eyes still glared at Wen Xin like a vengeful ghost, as if she wanted to drag her down to hell with her.
Wen Xin straightened her sleeves, the embroidery of red plum blossoms against the snow shimmering in the sunlight, highlighting her black hair, snow-white skin, and ethereal beauty, making her resemble the goddess of the Luo River in an ancient painting, a world apart from the bloody, ugly monster that was Shang Ruru.
Before Wen Xin even had to do anything or say anything, the sharp madness that Shang Ruru had built up crumbled in an instant, making her realize how pathetic and pathetic she was now.
The girl spoke softly, "Shang Ruru, I owe you nothing, much less the Shang family. What right do you have to resent me or hate me?"
Shang Ruru stared at him, as if to say, "Without Shang, you wouldn't be where you are today."
Wen Xin smiled, "Yes, without merchants, I wouldn't be who I am today."
She wouldn't have lost all her relatives at a young age and become an orphan, nor would she have suffered all kinds of humiliation and torment in the business, living a life worse than Shang Ruru's pet dog, and she wouldn't have been used to death by them in her previous life.
However, Wen Xin didn't intend to tell Shang Ruru any of this; it would be a waste of effort. Someone like her would never admit to being at fault, even if she died.
But just because she doesn't reason with people doesn't mean she won't kick them when they're down.
Wen Xin looked down at Shang Ruru, who was acting like a madwoman. Her soft and pleasant voice was like a knife to the heart.
"Shang Ruru, Shang Ruru, look at you. You used to be such a precious daughter of a merchant family, getting whatever you wanted. Even if you lost a single hair, countless people would feel sorry for you. But look at you now, you're no different from a stray dog."
Like a wicked supporting character, the girl arrogantly mocked the "miserable heroine" and even maliciously threw a mirror at her.
"Your once-proud looks are gone, and you've lost an arm. It's so pitiful, and you're really ugly. You think you can go out like this? What will the merchants think..."
The "ghost" suddenly chuckled and handed his little bride a knife, saying, "There are no more merchants in Chaoge City."
Shang Ruru's proudest and most powerful backer is gone.
She wasn't just like a stray dog; she *was* a stray dog, the kind anyone could kick at.
The more glamorous and successful Shang Ruru was before, the more miserable she is now.
Seeing Shang Xin's elegant and noble demeanor, something in Shang Ruru's mind completely collapsed. She tore at her hair and screamed wildly on the ground like a monster.
Shang Ruru is completely ruined.
Wen Xin, however, seemed somewhat surprised by the demise of the merchant and looked up at Him.
"Ghosts and gods" smiled in tacit agreement.
Wen Xin smiled and gently shook His large hand to express her happiness and gratitude.
She knew that He destroyed the Shang family because of her.
At this moment, she was only moved and joyful, and didn't care about her public image.
Moreover, just as He has no persona in front of Him, Wen Xin is becoming more and more open with Him and doesn't mind Him seeing the real her.
She knew He wouldn't care.
The trust came out of nowhere, even though she had been so wary of Him before... Who told Him to act like a rogue?
But wasn't He most real in front of her, simply as her husband, Shang Heng, not a ghost or god?
The "ghost" and she held hands; why should they exchange thanks?
Fang Xingyan, who was on high alert but was ignored, watched the two exchanging glances, his face darkening with jealousy that consumed his reason.
"Shang Xin, do you know what you're doing? Do you know who he is? Do you really think he's your husband?"
Fang Xingyan's beast-like roar made Wen Xin roll her eyes inwardly. Speechless, she asked, "Young Master Fang, who are you?"
The subtext is: What I do is none of your business. Who my husband is has nothing to do with you. Where do you get the nerve to yell at me like that?
Fang Xingyan's face cracked, looking at her with shock and disappointment. "Who am I? You actually ask me who I am? You weren't like this to me before..."
Upon hearing this, the previously relaxed and composed "ghost" instantly lost all his composure.
Wen Xin: "..."
That dog-like male lead is so annoying!
Seeing the resentful look in her rather abnormal, ghostly husband's eyes, as if she were a pitiful little thing who could be abandoned at any moment.
Wen Xin's lips twitched, and she hooked her fingertip around His palm, telling Him not to overthink it and that she would explain it to Him when they got back.
The "ghost" lowered her eyes, looking like a docile and obedient wife giving face to her husband in public. Wen Xin's heart pounded uncontrollably, and she glared at Fang Xingyan with displeasure.
Fang Xingyan vomited blood, and a certain crazy ghost was ecstatic.
As expected, the young bride's favorite is still Him.
Of course, it's just a damn bug being disgusting; it's not stupid enough to actually quarrel with the bride.
But that doesn't mean he can't take advantage of the young bride... cough cough, it's just marital fun.
"Shang Xin..."
Fang Xingyan was unwilling to give up and wanted to say something more, but Wen Xin interrupted him directly, her tone becoming increasingly cold.
“Young Master Fang, everyone has moments when they are ignorant and can’t see people clearly. But you are a real surprise to me, because I used to think you were an extremely proud and self-respecting person.”
This is a blatant satire of Fang Xingyan, who, knowing she already had a husband, still acted as if he had an affair with her, plotting to use her as a mistress. He's not just shameless, he's utterly despicable and disgusting.
Fang Xingyan's face was practically torn off by her.
He was utterly humiliated by her disgusted gaze, and his heart ached as if it were suffocating for a moment.
This shouldn't be happening. How could she say she likes him, as if it were a mistake for her?
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