"Back then, I really didn’t know you liked him, and besides, it was Li Chenghao who pursued me first... later I did leave, didn’t I?"
Actually, Han Xi didn’t want to bring up the things that happened between the three of them at all. After all, it’s all in the past, and mentioning it again would only hurt the feelings between them.
Han Siyu’s mood suddenly became manic, her voice was piercingly sharp: "Do you think by leaving, you were giving us your blessing? He has never forgotten you. When you were studying in the United States, he often secretly watched you leave school from the entrance, staying overnight near where you lived."
Han Xi was stunned; she never knew about these things, nor did she know that Li Chenghao had been in the United States those four years, right by her side.
Hate and jealous fury as deep as a cold abyss flashed in Han Siyu’s bloodshot eyes. She pulled up her sleeve, revealing scars that had already scabbed and healed: "Whenever I found out he went to see you secretly, I would cut my wrists with a knife to make him feel guilty. Every time he did, I attempted suicide until one time when I nearly couldn’t be saved, he finally had scruples."
Gazing at the glaring scars on Han Siyu’s wrist, Han Xi felt indescribable emotions, tears rolling down her cheeks onto the concrete floor.
Han Siyu took out a cigarette from somewhere, skillfully lighting it with a lighter, white smoke spilling from her blood-red lips, entwining around her chilly dark eyes.
"After you returned to the country, he couldn’t resist following back. After learning about your marriage, he would drink himself into a stupor daily, chanting your name, declaring love for you, begging you to return to him. I threatened him with my life to go back to the United States with me, but he refused to agree, so in a fit of rage, I stabbed him."
Holding the cigarette, Han Siyu’s hand kept trembling, her emotions increasingly unstable. She rushed to the car, fetching a can of gasoline from the trunk.
Han Xi cried out in terror: "Sis, we grew up together. Although we’re not related by blood, I’ve always seen you as my own sister. Are you really going to kill me? Mother is watching from above. Please, come to your senses!"
The phone in Han Xi’s pants pocket suddenly rang. She couldn’t move because her hands and feet were tied, struggling desperately until blisters formed on her wrists.
Setting the gasoline down, Han Siyu approached Han Xi and bent down to take the phone from her pocket. It was a video call from Lu Jinghan on WeChat.
"It’s your husband. Guess what he’d do if he knew you’re about to die?"
Han Siyu pressed the answer button, smiling seductively at Lu Jinghan on the screen.
Lu Jinghan looked at Han Siyu on the phone, sharply sensing something wrong: "Where’s Han Xi? Where is she?"
Han Siyu turned the screen towards Han Xi. Although the distance was considerable, it was still possible to see Han Xi bound on the ground, blood on her head.
Lu Jinghan roared like mad on the other end of the phone: "If you dare touch her, I’ll kill you and bury Li Chenghao alongside you."
"I’m very close to the cemetery..."
Before Han Xi finished speaking, Han Siyu hung up the phone and smashed it on the ground violently: "Dream on, trying to inform him to come and save you."
Han Siyu picked up the gasoline from the ground, and splashed it around Han Xi: "Aren’t you great at seducing men, driving each of them wild? Today, I’m going to burn you to death. Only when you’re gone will Li Chenghao see me and fall in love with me."