She then pointed to Jiang Junrong beside her, the hatred in her voice almost tangible.
"Take another look, who is he!"
Wang Shi'an trembled as he raised his head to look at the middle-aged man who hadn't uttered a word since entering the room, only staring at him with eyes that looked like they wanted to devour him.
This face...
This face bears at least a 70-80% resemblance to Zhao Mingcheng.
An absurd and terrifying thought arose in his mind.
"No...impossible...Zhao Mingcheng died a long time ago. Yes, he's not Zhao Mingcheng. Zhao Mingcheng couldn't be this young. Who is he? Is he the eldest young master? No! The second young master? No, they don't look like this! Could he be that little boy from back then? Wasn't he dead?"
"I'm not dead, and I've disappointed you too."
"Not only am I not dead, I'm back. I'm back to avenge my father and demand retribution for this blood debt!"
Wang Shi'an completely broke down.
He looked at the mother and son before him, at the identical hatred in their eyes, and he knew that everything was over.
Decades of wealth and glory, decades of escaping justice, all vanished in this moment, turning into a laughable illusion.
"No...it wasn't me...I didn't kill him..."
Wang Shi'an retorted.
"Now that things have come to this, you still want to deny it?" Zhao Guoqiang sneered and clapped his hands.
The study door was pushed open, and several uniformed police officers walked in.
At the same time, Feng Jingui, who had been beaten half to death in the woodshed, was dragged in and thrown in front of Wang Shi'an.
When Feng Jingui saw Wang Shi'an, his eyes instantly flashed with a frenzied hatred. He struggled and lunged at him, trying to bite him.
"Wang Shi'an! You beast who deserves to die a horrible death! You owe me back my life! You owe me back!"
Looking at Feng Jingui's ferocious face and his mutilated hand, all of Wang Shi'an's psychological defenses completely collapsed at that moment.
He collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
Do you still recognize me?
Grandma Luo squatted down to look him in the eye. Her voice was soft, but it carried endless sorrow.
“Wang Shi’an, back then, when I first married into the Zhao family, you followed my husband around and called him ‘Young Madam’ so respectfully.”
“My husband treated you like an elder brother, and the Zhao family has treated you well. Tell me, why? Why did you do this?”
Faced with this question, Wang Shi'an remained silent for a long time.
He looked up at Old Lady Luo, and the fear and despair on his face were gradually replaced by a twisted, insane resentment.
He suddenly burst into laughter, a manic laugh that brought tears to his eyes.
"Why? Hahaha... You're asking me why?"
He pointed at himself, then at Old Lady Luo and Jiang Junrong, and roared hysterically:
"Just because you're surnamed Zhao! Just because you're born with everything! And I, Wang Shi'an, have served your Zhao family like a slave my whole life, and in the end, I'm still just a servant!"
"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"
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