Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Yuanxi suddenly lowered her voice so that those last words were inaudible.
Qiao Lian’s pupils shrank at once. She leaned forward and grabbed Song Yuanxi’s wrist. “What did you say? Say it so that I can hear. You hate me because…? I caused the death of…?”
Just as she suspected!
It had always puzzled her.
If Song Yuanxi’s sister was really Shen Liangchuan’s first love, then it was understandable that she didn’t want the two of them to be together. However, Song Yuanxi’s intense hatred towards her was so personal that it was odd!
Switching the birth control drug so that she would suffer permanent infertility was not something done out of a mere dislike for another person.
And now, hearing that she was the direct cause of something… she finally understood.
So it was personal vengeance.
She clenched her fists tightly.
Suddenly, she recalled that Shen Liangchuan had once mentioned Song Yuanxi was an old friend’s sister.
Old friend.
This old friend would have had to be someone very important to Shen Liangchuan.
Could it be that it was also for the same reason that Shen Liangchuan had hated her? And could it also be why he did not turn up to that meeting eight years ago?
Eight years later, they met again. And even though he knew she was Xiao Qiao, he did not acknowledge it. To the extent that at the time they had just gotten married, he had treated her with disdain.
When she put all these together, everything began to make sense and it felt like a fog was clearing in her mind.
But whose death exactly had she caused?
Eight years ago she had been but an eighteen-year-old girl.
She had done nothing as far as she was aware. How could it be possible she had caused someone’s death?
She needed to know.
But Song Yuanxi seemed to be spent.
She jumped when Qiao Lian grabbed her wrist, as though she was frightened by something, and shrieked, “Ahhhhh, let me go, let me go!”
“Ahhhhhh, there’s so much blood!”
“Brother Liangchuan, I didn’t do it on purpose… Aaaaaah…”
“Brother Liangchuan, do you hate me so much…”
“Blood… Go away… Don’t come near me!”
After these words, she suddenly shoved Qiao Lian out of the way and dashed to the bathroom.
Turning on the tap at full blast, she washed her hands vigorously.
“Blood, I have to wash it clean… wash it clean, this is not Brother Liangchuan’s blood…”
Song Yuanxi continued absent-mindedly and vigorously washing her hands, while Qiao Lian stood in the living room watching her.
She was shaken.
The Song Yuanxi she was looking at was not the detestable Song Yuanxi that she once knew.
Her pathetic state now was lamentable.
Xia Nuannuan heard the shrieking and had dashed into the unit. Then, she saw what was happening.
She quickly rushed into the bathroom, asking, “Ms. Song, what’s the matter?”
“Blood… So much blood!” Song Yuanxi was now getting a bit rough with the washing.
And at this point, Qiao Lian noticed that the skin on her hands was raw, perhaps from frequent washing.
Xia Nuannuan immediately extended her hands and said gently, “Don’t worry, here, let me help you wash.”
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanxi looked at her in the eyes and began to calm down.
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Finally, after calming down Song Yuanxi, Xia Nuannuan accompanied Qiao Lian to the door.
She sighed. “Ms. Song has been like this. She may look normal most of the time, but she washes her hands many times a day. And her hands have become infected with the excessive washing.”
It must be because she had never intended to hurt Shen Liangchuan that she was now so affected by this matter.
Qiao Lian sighed. Her cell phone suddenly started ringing. It was from the villa, and Su Penghao sounded very anxious, “Coach Qiao, can you come over immediately?”