Chapter 217

Dushima Yingxue watched coldly, she knew clearly that Song Mo would not kill Song Wanrou, and she keenly sensed that between Song Mo and Song Wanrou lay secrets she did not know.

But Dushima Yingxue did not care about any of this.

She cared only for her master.

Even if Song Mo killed Song Wanrou.

She would not feel fear.

This woman was terrifyingly cold-blooded; she would only help Song Mo dispose of Song Wanrou's corpse, silently assisting him in handling the aftermath.

Song Wanrou's eyes rolled back.

As her mind plunged into chaos, it felt as if she had awoken from a great dream, countless memories flashing before her like a whirlwind.

…

Her clothes were soaked through with sweat.

Only then did she suddenly realize.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Song Wanrou helplessly slumped on the bed and burst into tears.

And she wept uncontrollably.

The pain beneath her seemed insignificant.

She constantly watched Song Mo's expression.

…

Rather, she felt mostly relief and joy.

Song Mo sharply pulled away Song Wanrou's hand.

A woman with an exaggerated figure—curvaceous, skin pale and supple, yet dressed with extreme modesty—appeared at the airport.

When Song Wanrou awoke, her eyes frantically searched for Song Mo's figure; upon seeing him beside her, she paid no mind to her own disheveled state.

Song Wanrou froze at his words, staring blankly at Song Mo.

Suddenly.

Afterward, Song Wanrou spared no effort, unafraid of dirt or exhaustion; whatever she thought might please Song Mo, she put into practice without hesitation.

Smoke curled through the room; Song Mo closed his eyes slightly, as if savoring it.

Now, after awakening her past-life memories.

At that moment, a pair of arms pulled her close.

"If you strangle me to death, consider it your sister repaying you."

Even though she learned from Song Mo's inner thoughts that she might truly be at fault, Song Wanrou still could not truly feel it.

Song Mo, with his eyes closed, had been using Telepathy all along, probing Song Wanrou's thoughts; upon hearing her thoughts, he could not help but sigh.

Her face instantly lit up with surprise.

Song Wanrou choked out: "Brother, thank heaven I still have a chance, still have a chance in this life to make up for you properly, won't you?"

Once, she had believed Song Mo could forgive her because she lacked her past-life memories, and thus subconsciously thought herself innocent.

"Do it."

She looked at everything before her, familiar as ever.

Now, she felt boundless sorrow within her heart.

He treated Song Wanrou this way, yet she harbored not a single trace of resentment in her heart.

"You like to strangle your sister? Then squeeze as hard as you want."

Modu Airport.

Song Wanrou finally lost all confidence.

Song Mo leaned against the headboard, smoking.

Seeing Song Mo close his eyes in comfort, as if savoring the moment, her determination grew even stronger.

She took his hand and pressed it to her own throat.

"I deserve to be abused by you; this is all my own doing. I should have died long ago, but I still couldn't bear to leave you, brother."

She rushed forward and clung tightly to Song Mo.

Song Wanrou's face turned ashen.

What a tragic fate.

He did not look at Song Wanrou once, only smoked silently to himself.

"Still want to do it?"

"All things remain, but people have changed; words rise, but tears flow first…"

A deep red mark encircled Song Wanrou's neck.

Her heart ached terribly.

Months had passed.

Leng Wanqiu stepped once more onto the soil of Modu, but now she had none of her former confidence, no longer the commanding, ambitious woman she once was.

Because of her obsession.

Leng Wanqiu still wanted to see Song Mo one last time.

She had one thing she wanted to say to him in person.

She had already flown to Jingcheng to meet her parents.

Her parents no longer recognized her as their daughter.

But out of pity, the parents still gave Leng Wanqiu money and told her to leave Jingcheng immediately, never to be seen by anyone from the Leng Family.

No.

A cornered dog will jump over a wall; a desperate rabbit will bite.

Cutting off someone's path to wealth or power is even more infuriating than killing their entire family.

Therefore.

Once Leng Wanqiu is discovered by the Leng Family, she will likely never know peace again.

She may not even be able to leave Jingcheng alive.

Leng Wanqiu listened to her parents' words, left Jingcheng, and returned the money they had given her.

She no longer needed these external possessions.

…

Leng Wanqiu hailed a taxi.

She arrived at Song Zhai.

She rang the doorbell; Dushima Yingxue opened the door wearing her Martial Dao attire.

She saw Leng Wanqiu outside.

Dushima Yingxue was deeply puzzled.

Who is this woman with such a vulgar figure?

She's not unattractive, but why does she leave no impression in my mind?

Dushima Yingxue searched her memory thoroughly, and finally discovered with shock—this woman's facial contours… somehow resemble Leng Wanqiu!

That fat pig?

Could she be her sister!

Leng Wanqiu pleaded to Dushima Yingxue: "Hello, I'm looking for Song Mo. Could you please ask him to come out and see me?"

Though puzzled, Dushima Yingxue still went to the bedroom to inform Song Mo of Leng Wanqiu's request.

At that moment, Song Mo was holding Song Wanrou as they spoke.

"So, sister, how do you think I should tell Xia Yu and Xia Rou?"

"I have no guilt toward An Yinuo or Lin Weiwei, but these two sisters, Xia Yu and Xia Rou, are so pure and kind—I'm afraid telling them suddenly will hurt them."

Song Wanrou offered Song Mo advice.

"Actually, brother, you needn't worry at all. They will never leave you, because no other man could ever meet their standards."

"You probably don't realize how important you are to me. As for Xia Yu and Xia Rou, if they loved you even half as much as I do, they would forgive you."

"I know you don't want them to suffer. If that's the case, let me handle it—I'll make them feel anxiety and tension, amplify their feelings of inferiority, and make them believe that possessing you alone will be a heavy psychological burden."

"But if you find another woman, their psychological pressure won't be so great—they'll feel more at ease."

Song Mo hesitated: "This…"

"Isn't this PUA?"

As they spoke, Dushima Yingxue knocked on the bedroom door.

She informed Song Mo: "Master, someone outside wants to see you—a woman with an extraordinary figure, decent-looking, and somehow resembles Leng Wanqiu."

Upon hearing this, Song Mo and Song Wanrou both looked displeased.

"What does this disgusting woman want?"

Both had memories from their past lives; they naturally suspected Leng Wanqiu had recovered.

"Go see."

…

Leng Wanqiu saw Song Mo step out.

Her face flickered with a moment of surprise, panic, fear, shame…

Finally, she pressed her lips shut and fell silent.

"Song Mo, I'm sorry."

Leng Wanqiu fell to her knees with a thud.

She kept banging her head.

Her forehead instantly swelled and turned red.

Song Mo watched her coldly, saying nothing.

But inside his mind he thought:

【Should I kill her?】

Leng Wanqiu banged her head until it broke, blood welling crimson, yet Song Mo remained utterly silent.

Her heart turned to ash.

"Song Mo, I'm an animal. I'm willing to die to atone. If I die, will you forgive me?"

Now, Leng Wanqiu felt that enduring inner torment was worse than death itself.

"Go."

Song Mo spoke only one word, then walked away without looking back.

Leng Wanqiu stared at him, frozen.

She stood up silently and left.

…

Zhongnan Shan.

There was a dilapidated Dao hall.

A Daoist nun had appeared.

All day burning incense, yet never worshipping the Three Pure Ones.

Only praying for one person's blessing,

A green lamp in an ancient courtyard,

Quiet and desolate,

Keeping company with a single red carp in the yard.

(End of Chapter)