Su Zixi looked at her with an expressionless face, not saying a word.
Lin Shuyue held back for a while but eventually started to sob quietly, "Zhixi, I know Lianxi has done many things she shouldn’t have to you, but she has already been punished... She’s already now, can’t you just let her go?"
Mr. Li immediately stepped forward to stand in front of Su Zixi, his demeanor cold, "No matter what has happened to your Young Mistress, it has nothing to do with our Young Mistress."
Lin Shuyue glanced at him with a bit of fear, her resentful gaze sweeping over Su Zixi before she lowered her head and walked out.
Su Zixi frowned and turned her head to Mr. Li, "Do you know what exactly happened to Su Lianxi?"
"Young Mistress, it’s not related to outsiders..."
"Then it shouldn’t be a problem for you to tell me, right?" Su Zixi smiled, "It’s not like it’s going to upset me."
Mr. Li fell silent for a moment before finally telling her in a low voice.
After hearing it, Su Zixi’s brows fiercely twitched.
After a while, she let out a bitter laugh, "So it turns out to be that way..."
She had thought she would never feel any sympathy for Su Lianxi’s situation, but now her feelings were complicated. Perhaps it was sympathy, or perhaps there was a bit of something else.
"So, what about her now? The Ning Family won’t care for her anymore, and Su Guo’an has a huge debt..." Su Zixi couldn’t help but ask.
"Su Guo’an mortgaged the house to the bank to clear the debts. Ning Family is paying for Su Lianxi’s medical expenses," Mr. Li said.
Su Zixi nodded and then suddenly said after a pause, "Can I go see her?"
"Young Mistress, isn’t it unnecessary?" Mr. Li shook his head disapprovingly.
"It’s fine." Su Zixi’s gaze was somewhat desolate, "I really have some things I want to say to her."
In the hospital room, Lin Shuyue placed several branded bags in front of Su Lianxi and tried to smile, "Lianxi, this is your favorite brand of clothing, you can wear it once you’re better."
Su Lianxi was so thin that only her bones remained, her face an unnatural shade of pallid.
She shook her head languidly and pushed the bags away.
As she turned, she caught sight of Su Lianxi standing at the door of the hospital room.
Her pupils suddenly dilated as she said harshly, "What are you doing here!"
Su Lianxi walked in, standing beside the hospital bed with her hands in her pockets, her voice very cold, "Just came to see if you were dead yet."
Su Lianxi trembled, biting her lip and said, "Su Zixi, seeing me fall on hard times, are you pleased?"
She had always been strong-willed, accustomed to taking the victor’s stance in front of Su Zixi, even when Ning Yichen was still lingering over Su Zixi, she had never been afraid.
But at this moment facing the indifferently cold Su Zixi, she felt for the first time just how insignificant she was, insignificant as dust.
That feeling made her both loathe and despair.
"Lianxi, I know you never wanted to call me ’sister’." Su Zixi suddenly said softly, "Every time you called me ’sister’, either you were acting in front of others or you were provoking me."
Su Lianxi pursed her lips tightly, staring at her intently.
"From a young age, you were vain, selfish, and heartless." Su Zixi looked at her, showing a complex smile, "You always took my things, frequently asking Su Guo’an for gifts. You would’ve grabbed every envious thing in the world if you could. But after all these years, what have you really gained?"