A private hospital in Pingjiang City
Ye Qingqing grabbed Ye Lan by the neck, who was trembling on the hospital bed. Her aged face was contorted with anger, a stark contrast to the young and beautiful Ye Lan.
Ye Lan is two years older than her.
"Xiao Tong calls you 'sister,' how could you be so cruel as to rip out his heart? Are you even human?"
Ye Qingqing angrily questioned, saying that her younger brother Xiaotong was her only motivation to live, and now that Xiaotong was gone, she couldn't go on living either.
But she wanted revenge.
For Xiaotong, who died tragically, and for the suffering she herself endured.
"Xiao Tong was in a car accident. It's a waste not to use her heart..." Ye Lan was being choked and couldn't breathe. She looked at Ye Qingqing in horror.
How did that bastard escape from prison?
Ye Qingqing increased the pressure in her hands, and Ye Lan's breathing became weaker and weaker, and the color drained from her face.
"Still trying to lie to me? I heard everything you and Lu Qingquan said. Xiaotong's car accident was orchestrated by you. Lu Qingquan married me for my mother's inheritance. He put me in prison but didn't kill me so I could be your backup heart donor, Ye Lan..."
With each word Ye Qingqing spoke, she increased the pressure on her hands. The figure in front of Ye Lan gradually blurred, and she cried out in a hoarse voice, "Qingquan...save me!"
"Didn't expect me to escape, did you?" Ye Qingqing looked coldly at Ye Lan, took a fruit knife from the bedside table, and tore open Ye Lan's hospital gown in front of her terrified eyes.
The ugly scar, resembling a centipede, was still fresh, and Xiaotong's heart was beating inside.
What are you going to do?
"You bitch...you don't deserve Xiaotong's heart!"
With one hand gripping Ye Lan's neck and the other holding a knife, Ye Qingqing stabbed Ye Lan in the chest without hesitation, making a deep circle around the scar. Ye Lan let out a hoarse and desperate roar of pain.
Crimson blood stained the hospital gown and the blanket. Ye Lan's pupils slowly dilated, her body fell backward, and her eyes widened.
Ye Lan never understood how Ye Qingqing, who was imprisoned, managed to escape.
Ye Qingqing wanted to take out her younger brother's heart; that bitch Ye Lan didn't deserve to use Xiao Tong's heart. But just as she reached out, a gunshot rang out, and a sharp pain shot through her chest.
She stared blankly at the hole in her chest, then collapsed to the ground. There she saw Lu Qingquan, whom she had knocked unconscious, pointing a gun at her.
"You bitch, you killed Lan'er, I'm going to kill you!"
Lu Qingquan stared in anguish at Ye Lan, who lay lifeless on the hospital bed. He had waited so long for this day; Lan'er would have become his bride in just one month, but now…
"You bitch!"
Lu Qingquan raised his gun again. As long as Ye Qingqing died, her large inheritance would be his. Lan'er was gone, but he was determined to get his hands on the inheritance.
Ye Qingqing suddenly laughed, "Lu Qingquan, come here, I'll tell you the bank safe deposit box password."
"You are, after all, the man I once loved. I'm dying. Please kiss me. We've been married for five years, and you've never kissed me!" Ye Qingqing looked at him pleadingly. Her humble gaze pleased Lu Qingquan and lowered his guard.
He slowly walked over, still holding a gun in his hand, squatted down next to Ye Qingqing, and bent down to give her a perfunctory kiss.
Ye Qingqing's breathing gradually weakened, and she seemed to pose no threat whatsoever. Lu Qingquan became even more wary and moved closer to Ye Qingqing's face.
"Ah... you slut..."
Lu Qingquan screamed in pain as a dagger was thrust into his chest. Ye Qingqing had hidden it on her beforehand. Lu Qingquan then fired several more shots at her.
Ye Qingqing smiled slightly; she had avenged herself and had no regrets about dying.
No, there are still regrets.
Lu Mo...
The man she was originally engaged to.
He was also the only person she ever let down!
Unexpectedly, the person who helped her in the end was Lu Mo.
Lu Mo is such a rule-abiding person, yet he helped her escape from prison and even forged a fake identity for her.
"Lu Mo... I'm sorry!" Ye Qingqing murmured, her vision growing increasingly blurry.
Ye Lan is dead.
Lu Qingquan was stabbed in the heart; he wouldn't survive either.
She has already gotten back what she owed.
But what she owes Lu Mo, she can only repay in the next life!
If there is an afterlife!
Ye Qingqing already sensed the approach of death. The door was kicked open, and Lu Mo came in. Although he was in a wheelchair, his back was still straight.
"...Why don't you leave?" Lu Mo looked at the dying Ye Qingqing with sorrow.
Ye Qingqing tried to open her eyes wide to see Lu Mo's face clearly, but all she could see were the white frost on his temples. How could he have aged so quickly?
Is it because his ambitions were not fulfilled?
"I'm sorry... Aunt Fang wasn't... I killed her!"
“I know!” Lu Mo nodded; he had only recently discovered the truth himself.
"Lu Mo... if... there is an afterlife... I will definitely stay by your side... and spend my whole life with you..."
Ye Qingqing's voice gradually faded away, and her blood-stained hand fell limply to her side...
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