Chapter 810: Chapter 814 A Pitiful Woman
Unfortunately, the one who died was the worthless Qiao Yi, not Fang Yao or Mi Sheng. Otherwise, even if she had to stay here for a few days, it would have been worth it.
Recalling what Fang Yixian had said about Guo Mu’s fate, she felt a bit of pity. However, upon further thought, realizing Guo Mu was old and had no relatives or concerns, his death wouldn’t really matter. Besides, if it hadn’t been for her grandfather saving him, he would have died many years ago.
With this thought, the slight guilt and pity she had for Guo Mu vanished without a trace.
Now, she just hoped that her brother would rescue her from here quickly.
Once out of here, she would immediately go abroad.
She had houses overseas and substantial savings in her name; she would ask her brother to provide her with several more bodyguards.
Once abroad, free from her parents’ and brother’s constraints, she would be in charge. She was sure to live a more carefree life than she was now.
As she fantasized about her wonderful future after leaving this place, a female prisoner suddenly sat down beside her.
She immediately moved aside with disgust, frowning at the female prisoner, “Don’t sit on my bed, stay away from me.”
The female prisoner looked at her expressionlessly, “You are Fang Mingzhu.”
It was not a question, but an affirmation.
Although her expression was blank, her eyes dark and bottomless like black holes, made Fang Mingzhu shudder and her skin crawl.
She moved even farther away, warily asking the female prisoner, “What do you want?”
“Do you know what crime I committed?” the female prisoner looked at her and said, “Murder. I am a murderer.”
Fang Mingzhu felt a chill in her heart and retreated to the corner, “Why are you telling me this? I don’t want to know.”
“But I want to tell you,” the female prisoner said, “My name is Wang Huilan, a very ordinary name, right? I’m an ordinary person too, but I also have an extraordinary past. For instance, I am an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, suffered a lot, and barely managed to survive.”
Her narrative remained expressionless throughout.
Fang Mingzhu interrupted her again, “Stop, I don’t want to know. Just go away, or I will call the prison guard.”
“Don’t call the prison guard,” the female prisoner said, “I am a murderer; killing a few more makes no difference to my sentence. If you call the guards, you’ll only offend me. The guards will just give me a warning, and once they leave, I will take my revenge on you.”
Fang Mingzhu turned pale with fright, curled up into a ball, tears swirling in her eyes, yet in the end, she dared not call for the guards.
She knew that the woman was telling the truth.
This woman was merely sitting here, calmly talking to her; even if she called the guards, they would only warn the woman slightly.
Once the guards left, this woman would certainly seek revenge on her.
“I struggled immensely to grow up, then I got married. I was quite pretty, had a junior middle school diploma, could read, had all my limbs, and was hardworking,” the female prisoner said, “I thought, with my own family, I could live a good life, be happy, but in reality, I married a man who abused me.”
Suddenly, intense hatred emerged in the tranquil eyes of the female prisoner.
Her originally delicate features twisted with hatred: “When I had no children, he only hit me. After I had children, he started beating my children too. For the sake of the children, I always endured, continually telling myself that when he got older, he would calm down and change. But not only did he not change, he became even more violent, so I killed him.”