Chapter 155: The Revenge Begins—Leng Wanqiu Is a Deserving Beast

While Liu Meiyun and Chen Xi were staging their life-and-death escape.

Song Family of Modu.

Song Wanrou stared woodenly at Song Mo's corpse.

It was covered in wounds.

"Miss Song, the deceased has been confirmed to be Mr. Song Mo himself."

"Through our retrieval of the deceased's contact records, we learned that the last call he made before his death was with you."

"Regarding this, we have some doubts and hope Miss Song can answer them for us."

The officer's words fell on Song Wanrou's ears like a knife, stabbing into her heart again and again.

Her heart ached so much she could barely breathe.

As for the truth, Song Wanrou already had her suspicions.

Even the cause and effect behind it, Song Wanrou had figured out.

Just now, she suddenly felt her mind clear.

She suddenly felt her past self was so strange—clearly the conflict between Chen Xi and Song Mo was already irreconcilable, so why had she always believed Chen Xi's one-sided story?

Believed that Chen Xi wanted to make peace, and that it was Song Mo who refused to let go?

Song Wanrou began to recall every detail of the past.

Every time she was present, Chen Xi looked innocent on the surface, but her eyes toward Song Mo were full of mockery and derision, her lips moving in silent curses.

All of this was a deep wound to Song Mo.

What's more, she had stood there smiling apologetically at Chen Xi, even holding Song Mo back, not wanting him to act impulsively and get into an argument with Chen Xi.

Song Wanrou's whole being was trembling inside.

And then there was yesterday.

Chen Xi's seemingly casual words, actually filled with deliberate probing at every turn.

He had no intention of making peace with Song Mo at all, so why did he say he wanted to invite Song Mo out and apologize to him?

Why did he insist that Song Wanrou be the one to invite him, refusing to mention his own name!

Song Wanrou's heart seized, the pain so intense she could barely stand.

The brother she had watched grow up—handsome, talented—was dead, killed by the very enemy he found most disgusting, hateful, and contemptible.

And she herself was the accomplice.

She had personally killed her own brother!

Song Wanrou refused the police's questioning.

She said coldly: "Speak with my lawyer."

After saying this, her expression was icy.

She quickly left the scene.

The officer watched Song Wanrou leave. Though his instinct told him Song Wanrou's grief didn't seem feigned—it was the numbness of a heart dead beyond sorrow.

Yet his intuition also guessed that Song Wanrou was hiding part of the truth.

The victim in this case had a special identity.

He was a young prodigy of Huaguo's business world, a future titan of commerce.

He had carried within him countless possibilities and hopes.

The nature of this case was truly vile.

It roused the righteous indignation of countless ordinary citizens, and hundreds of thousands of Song Group employees remembered Song Mo's generous treatment.

Though they did not gather to march in protest, they went to work dressed in mourning clothes.

This was deeply moving.

After Song Mo's death, many of the charitable works he had done in his lifetime were also brought to light.

His humane treatment of employees moved many people as well.

This case had to give the public an answer.

The officer pondered for a moment, then ordered:

"Arrange for people to monitor Song Wanrou's movements."

Even if they might not succeed in monitoring her, this was something that had to be done.

……

Song Wanrou contacted An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei.

Song Wanrou sensed something was wrong.

Chen Xi had no talent or merits whatsoever.

Yet he could be favored by so many women at the same time.

There had to be some special reason behind this.

Recalling how her mind had been in a fog before, only now clearing, Song Wanrou could feel this was a mysterious force influencing her.

Hypnosis? Or the legendary art of black magic curses?

Through Song Mo company's accounts, she also contacted his loyal partners—the Allen Family in distant France, the Dushima Family of Yinghuaguo, and a mysterious female tycoon from Piaoliang Guo.

She informed these partners of Song Mo's death, and stated that although Song Mo was dead, all cooperation would continue as usual.

Song Wanrou guaranteed that their interests would not be harmed.

There was only one thing.

That was: they had to help her investigate the truth of Song Mo's death, and carry out devastating revenge against the murderer who killed him.

……

An Yinuo, Lin Weiwei, Song Wanrou.

The three women gathered in one room.

Their eyes all bore an unmistakable hue of sorrow, especially An Yinuo, whose expression was desperate, her gaze anxious and heartbroken.

An Yinuo sobbed:

"I say, I really don't even know what happened."

"It was as if I was somehow deceived by Chen Xi."

"And only then did the tragedy occur—do you believe me?"

Lin Weiwei heard this and let out a bitter laugh.

"Actually, my situation was the same as yours."

Song Wanrou had no face to blame the two.

She said: "I was the same."

"There is some force beyond our understanding that influenced us—but now that this force has suddenly vanished, we've returned to normal."

Song Wanrou clenched her palm, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh.

She forced back her grief and hatred, her face calm as she said:

"But now is not the time to dwell on this question."

"The urgent matter is to avenge Song Mo."

"I don't want the police to handle this."

"I want the one who killed my brother to suffer the most horrific torment the world can offer, then die in despair."

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei both felt the resolve in Song Wanrou's words.

They nodded, choosing to support Song Wanrou.

"We're sorry. We'll help you."

"At any cost, to make up for the mistakes we once made."

Outside the private room, a commotion erupted.

Leng Wanqiu stumbled in.

Her eyes darted away, her face covered as she wept.

"I… I think I might be able to help a little…"

If anyone most betrayed Song Mo,

one was Song Wanrou, the other was Leng Wanqiu.

But Song Wanrou merely leaned toward reconciliation; in many moments, she still stood by Song Mo.

But Leng Wanqiu—she was the woman Song Mo pulled from the mire of despair, yet who unhesitatingly drove a knife deep into him.

True, Chen Xi had an 80-point affection rating with her.

But Song Mo was the man who pulled her from darkness—could he really be less than that worthless Chen Xi?

Leng Wanqiu was unquestionably a beast.

Heartless and ungrateful—that's exactly what this kind of person is.

But now she comes running back, putting on a posture of repentance—what does it mean?

…

Chen Xi received a message from An Yinuo.

An Yinuo: Chen Xi, where are you now? Are you safe?

An Yinuo: It's extremely dangerous outside—there are many police looking for you. Chen Xi, you must protect yourself!

An Yinuo: Are you with Sister Liu now?

An Yinuo: Chen Xi, did you ultimately choose Sister Liu? But… I've held words in my heart for a long time, never told you.

An Yinuo: Will we ever meet again?

An Yinuo was Chen Xi's white moonlight.

His original plan was to gather enough resources and wealth from women, then bind himself to An Yinuo, who would be utterly devoted to him, while he chased other women outside.

Seeing An Yinuo's caring words,

Chen Xi couldn't hold back—he felt overwhelming emotion.

He quickly replied with a message.

Chen Xi: Yinnuo, I love you. If fate allows, we'll meet again.

Chen Xi: Don't worry about me—I'm about to head to the international port, to smuggle myself out of the country. I won't be in danger.

Bam!

Chen Xi's phone was knocked from his hand.

Liu Meiyun's face darkened.

"Xiao Xi, who are you contacting?"

"At this moment, doing this is extremely dangerous!"

Hearing this,

Chen Xi broke into a cold sweat.

He forced a nervous smile.

"It's Yinnuo. It should be fine, right?"

Liu Meiyun sighed in relief.

She knew An Yinuo loved Chen Xi—surely nothing bad would come of it.

"It's still best to be cautious."

(End of chapter)