Chapter 92: Chapter 92 – Peaceful Slumber_1
Qiao Xiaren was completely unaware of Si Limo’s turmoil. She lay flat in bed, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she had fallen into a deep nightmare.
Her soul seemed to float in mid-air, entering an unknown world.
The surroundings gradually became clear. She saw the sky filled with dark clouds, as if a downpour was imminent.
Before long, the rain began to fall and hit her body.
Qiao Xiaren felt her soul floating, not sensing the raindrops that struck her. She knew she was probably just within her own dream. She looked around and her gaze suddenly froze, her mind blank for a moment.
This place was almost identical to where she died in her past life!
Not far away, it seemed there was a figure lying on the ground. Qiao Xiaren slowly approached to see a ragged person wrapped in a straw mat, their eyes closed and emitting a mournful and desperate aura.
The face was her own.
Half of the face was blotched and horrifying, scary like a ghost, all thanks to Qiao Anchu.
She had gone back to the day she died, witnessing her own tragic fate. Qiao Xiaren started to feel icy cold all over, her hairs standing on end as a chilling and dark feeling started to spread around her.
Qiao Xiaren stared at the body on the ground, like she was under a spell. She couldn’t take her eyes away, her lips curving slightly. Was this dream showing her how terribly she died, and just how pitiful it was?
She hadn’t forgotten. Hatred and darkness were already etched into her bones.
From not far away, the slight sound of footsteps approached. Qiao Xiaren was surprised to find that this dream seemed as real as reality, not like a dream at all.
She saw two people coming from the other side, shielding themselves with a black umbrella. The umbrella lifted slightly, revealing the face of the seductive Qiao Anchu.
Qiao Xiaren furrowed her brows, her soul still floating in mid-air. She was dreaming of Qiao Anchu at thirty years old.
The other person accompanying her was wearing a black trench coat and a low-brimmed hat. His face was completely concealed.
The two walked lightly towards the body, Qiao Anchu with her delicate makeup, decked in a Chanel designer dress that made her look as youthful and radiant as an eighteen-year-old girl.
Qiao Anchu laughed lightly, turned to the companion beside her, her smile charming, “This time, I really have to thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me.” The man’s voice sounded cold and stiff, a chilling aura spreading. “I just did it… for myself.”
The rain fell on the silent corpse, desolate and mournful. The renowned actress’s life ended up so pitifully buried here.
The smile on Qiao Anchu’s charming face stiffened, her hand snaking around the man. She cosied up to him, “Dearest, don’t be so heartless…”
“You got what you wanted, don’t be insatiable.” The man’s lips curled up slightly, cruel and cold. “She’s dead. You can sleep peacefully now, can’t you?”
He turned and walked away without any mercy. His hardened silhouette strained, as if he’d burst out his terrifying and violent emotions in the next second.
Qiao Anchu, clinging to him, lost her balance; she stumbled a few steps before regaining it.
Watching the man’s retreating figure, her seductive smile faded, replaced by a cruel, cold expression.
Yes, she got everything. All the outstanding men were enchanted by her charm while Qiao Xiaren was empty-handed. She didn’t even have a final resting place.
As for her, she was above everyone else, proudly carrying the titles of an aristocrat’s wife, a golden award winner, and so many shiny crowns.
“Qiao Xiaren, now that you’re finally dead, I can be completely at ease.”
Qiao Anchu stared gloomily at the shattered corpse on the ground, laughing coldly, “You don’t know how much I envied you. Since we were little, you were always different, always favoured. God was too unfair. Every part of you was perfect, while I was just an ugly duckling in front of you!”