CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: LEANING ON HIS SHOULDER MAKES IT SORE

Mrs. Lin came from a privileged background, and she and Lin Furui were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match, enjoying a blissful marriage with a child. If Lin Furui hadn’t died young, she would surely have been the happiest woman in the world.

Even so, even with Lin Furui’s untimely death, she remained one of the few happy women in Jiangcheng.

When talking to others about her late husband, she always wore a blissful smile. Who wouldn’t know that Mrs. Lin and Mr. Lin shared a deep love?

But now, Ye Ningwan has torn away this glamorous veil, revealing rot and decay beneath the surface.

Ye Ningwan’s words made Mrs. Lin cover her face in tears.

However, Ye Ningwan showed no sympathy and ruthlessly continued, "Lin Furui wanted to escape you, but how could he ever get away? Wang Xiaohu’s appearance offered him a chance. He deliberately let Wang Xiaohu sell you that photo, making your already tense nerves completely snap. Years of resentment erupted, and you planned everything, killing my parents as a warning to Lin Furui. But Lin Furui didn’t care at all; his true love at the time was the mistress outside. He must have had evidence of your scheme and forced you to divorce. It was only then that you realized you were being used by him. I’ve heard that Lin Furui loved sea fishing but ended up falling into the sea on one such trip, with his body never recovered. You searched for days, then applied for death after a year. I think his death was also your handiwork."

"These are just your speculations. What evidence do you have?"

Mrs. Lin cried for a while, then surprisingly calmed down after listening to Ye Ningwan’s analysis, and asked calmly while wiping her tears.

Ye Ningwan said, "I don’t have evidence. After so long, finding any would be difficult. But lack of evidence doesn’t mean what you did won’t be known."

"Heh," Mrs. Lin chuckled coldly, "Ningwan, you’re really like your mother. Both so clever, but don’t you think you’re too clever for your own good? Just like your mother thought keeping it from me was for my own good. If she’d told me the truth earlier and let me see Lin Furui for what he truly was, I would’ve had better choices."

"I wasn’t involved in your past, so I won’t judge. But with someone like you, even if my mother had told you the truth about Lin Furui, would you have believed her? You’d just stubbornly believe in your own judgment. Fu Wenfang, knowing you were used by Lin Furui and inadvertently killed my parents, you feel no guilt towards me. You let the Ye Family send me away, and knowing I hadn’t died in the countryside, you had them bring me back, deliberately instigating Ye Xuan to frame me. Even sending me into the Zhan Family was part of your plan, wasn’t it? You hoped I’d end up like Zhan Hanjue’s other partners, done in by him. And when that didn’t work, you deliberately misled me into misunderstanding Lady Leng and Zhan Hanjue, hoping the Zhan Family would target me. Fu Wenfang, my mother wasn’t smart; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been friends with someone like you."

"Yes, she really wasn’t smart, shouldn’t have befriended someone like me. Since you guessed it, I have nothing to hide. But so much time has passed, what do you still want? Ye Ningwan, do you really think you can avenge them?" Mrs. Lin sneered.

Ye Ningwan said angrily, "You think I shouldn’t take revenge?"

Mrs. Lin chuckled, looking at her mockingly, "You should, of course you should. Revenge for the death of your parents, naturally, must be served. But Ye Ningwan, how will you get revenge? Kill me? If your parents knew you would sacrifice your future for me, they’d be heartbroken. Think carefully, I’ve reached this age, I don’t care, but would you really spend your life in prison for someone like me?"

"Knock, knock, knock, Madam, Mrs. Chen is looking for you downstairs." A servant came to the door.

Mrs. Lin smiled again, "With so many people downstairs, go ahead and try to kill me. If I die, you won’t leave this place today either."

Ye Ningwan clenched her fist.

At this moment, she truly wanted to kill her.

She had a hundred ways to kill her, even make it impossible to determine how she died.

But would just killing her be letting her off too easily?

Thinking of her parents’ tragic deaths, thinking she ended up here through her machinations.

No, she couldn’t just kill her, couldn’t let her off that way.

"I won’t kill you. I’ll let you watch everything you care about gradually disappear and crumble. That is the greatest punishment for you." Ye Ningwan smiled.

With that, she turned and left.

"Miss Ye."

The servant at the door greeted upon seeing her.

Ye Ningwan’s eyes were cold, and she left expressionless.

Inside the room, Mrs. Lin’s face lost its color once Ye Ningwan left, and she staggered back a few steps, eventually collapsing onto the floor.

The servant heard the noise and quickly ran in.

Seeing her like this, she hurriedly asked in concern, "Madam, are you okay? I’ll call someone immediately."

"Don’t call anyone, I’m fine. I’ll be alright after resting a bit," Mrs. Lin scolded her.

In this state, how could she let others see her?

She was Fu Wenfang, the happiest Mrs. Lin in Jiangcheng, and none could see her like this.

After about half an hour, Mrs. Lin finally recovered.

With the servant’s help, she freshened up, put on some makeup, and went downstairs with a rosy complexion.

Once downstairs, she displayed a faint, proper smile, greeting everyone warmly.

Her eyes scanned the room and she noticed Ye Ningwan was gone, feeling a silent relief.

Good that she’s gone, saves me the eyesore.

*****

"Confirmed?"

In the car, Zhan Hanjue asked in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Ye Ningwan nodded.

Suddenly, she leaned over, resting her head on Zhan Hanjue’s shoulder.

Zhan Hanjue was startled, about to push her away, but Ye Ningwan spoke first, "Don’t push me away, please, let me lean here for a while. Right now... I’m feeling a bit sad."

Ever since her parents passed, everything about Jiangcheng seemed gray.

Fu Wenfang was one of the few good impressions she had of Jiangcheng, but the truth turned out to be so cruel.

All her tragedies were orchestrated by this aunt she once thought well of.

Zhan Hanjue lowered his hand, looking expressionlessly ahead, letting her lean the whole way.

As the car stopped, Ye Ningwan lifted her head and apologized, "I’m sorry."

"My shoulder’s sore, give me a massage when we get back to the room," Zhan Hanjue left this remark before opening the car door and stepping out.

Ye Ningwan pouted.

Weak!

Just leaning for a while made his shoulder sore; he must have kidney deficiency!

"I made some ointment myself, should I put a patch on for you?"

Back in the room, Ye Ningwan took out her homemade ointment patch.

Zhan Hanjue wrinkled his nose at the smell, "No, it’s too smelly. You massage me. You’re Bai Zhi, you learned traditional Chinese medicine; massage should be one of your basic skills."

"So demanding."

Ye Ningwan tossed the ointment patch aside and rubbed her hands together to massage him.