Even if he felt something special for her, it wasn’t enough to make him break his rules and forgive someone who had betrayed him.
Lin Xinlan, what kind of poison did you give me, that I can forgive you so easily even after your betrayal...
When Rong Shaoze returned to the villa, a car full of bodyguards followed him there.
Following his orders, they separated all the servants by gender and held them under watch, waiting for his interrogation.
In the large villa, only Lao Gu was not under surveillance.
She was trustworthy enough; if Rong Shaoze couldn’t trust Lao Gu, he had very few people left to trust.
He strode upstairs and pushed open the door of the bedroom, only to see Lin Xinlan sitting on the wicker chair on the balcony, quietly flipping through a novel.
Her hair was draped over her shoulders, her soft locks framing her face, giving her a serene aura.
The sunlight spilled over her, making her skin look even more translucent and tender.
She didn’t look like she had just been fished out of the swimming pool that day, pale and fragile, emitting a deathly aura.
Today, she looked rosy and vibrant under the sunlight.
She was still alive and well, not having truly passed away...
Rong Shaoze’s heart, which had been suspended for several days, finally settled.
Never before had he been so thankful that she was still very much alive.
As he walked into the room, she heard his footsteps, her body tensed slightly, but she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze.
Lin Xinlan had envisioned countless scenarios for meeting Rong Shaoze again; she thought she would go mad, unable to resist plunging a knife into his body.
But she was surprisingly calm, feeling not a single ripple in her heart when facing him.
A heart like dead ashes, that was probably the most accurate description of her current state.
The two looked at each other, Rong Shaoze did not advance, Lin Xinlan did not speak.
After a long while, the man admitted defeat and slowly asked, "Do you hate me?"
As soon as he spoke, he asked that question, and Lin Xinlan was slightly stunned.
Rong Shaoze’s dark eyes were fixed on her, eager to know the answer. Actually, he didn’t need her to say it; he knew she must hate him.
But he just wanted to hear her say it.
He didn’t know what was going through his mind at that moment, but he really hoped that Lin Xinlan would let it all out, which would be better than holding it in her heart.
She scoffed coldly, her voice laced with mockery, "That question is superfluous. I have always hated you, hated you before, too."
"So you got pregnant with another man’s child to take revenge on me, is that it?" So it turned out that he really cared about that.
Lin Xinlan gave him a cold look, suddenly feeling an impulse for revenge stirring within her.
She stared at him and said word by word, "That’s not someone else’s child, Rong Shaoze, what you killed was your own child!"
The man’s pupils shrank slightly but did not choose to believe her words.
"Do you think I’ll believe you just because you say that?"
"Believe it or not, it’s up to you, but heaven sees what people do. You’ve sinned, and heaven sees it all clear as day, and one day, you’ll get your retribution!"
Her heart still couldn’t be calm; she wasn’t as heartless as she had imagined. She couldn’t remain indifferent about the child’s death.
"Rong Shaoze, he really was your child... But it’s good that he’s dead. I never intended to have him. You and I, how could we have a child? Having him would only cause him suffering..."
Lin Xinlan lowered her eyes, murmuring to herself.