Chapter 2115 - 508: Impending Storm, Wolfish Ambitions
The gentle and calm voice of a woman came from the phone, but the sharpness hidden in it was like a cat’s claw scratching at the heart, making people very uncomfortable.
Ruan Songxi’s face changed dramatically, and he couldn’t help but step forward a few steps. Ruan Wencheng’s knife drew close to Liang Wenrou’s neck, bringing out a line of blood. Liang Wenrou groaned in pain, successfully stopping Ruan Songxi’s steps.
"Ruan Wencheng, is what she said true?"
Ruan Wencheng let out a sinister laugh, glanced at Ruan Songxi, and curled his lips into a malicious smile.
"That’s right, I was the one who found someone to interfere back then, ruined his newly established business, and then gradually brought down his company, leaving him heavily in debt. I forced him to leave you, and when he would rather die than comply, I had to grant his wish...."
"Ruan Wencheng." The woman’s voice came from the phone, shouting with tremor and endless hatred, only to be met with Ruan Wencheng’s triumphant laughter.
"Fighting with me over a woman ends like this, too bad it was too easy of a death for him."
"So all these years, you’ve been lying to me." The woman suddenly burst into laughter, a madness mixed with endless regret, "I was too stupid not to believe him...."
"Mom." Ruan Songxi finally couldn’t care about Liang Wenrou anymore, rushing forward. In a panic, Ruan Wencheng’s dagger cut across Liang Wenrou’s neck, blood gushing out. Liang Wenrou’s eyes opened wide in unwillingness. Ruan Wencheng pushed her towards Ruan Songxi, who instinctively caught Liang Wenrou’s body. Liang Wenrou’s hands tightly gripped Ruan Songxi’s arms, her eyes wide open in resentment.
Her eyes flashed with intense hatred and unwillingness. So she was about to die, all because of this man in front of her. If not for him, how could she have ended up like this...
Ruan Songxi frowned at her, set her on the ground, and stood up, gazing coldly at the man huddled in the corner.
"That’s right, Zhuang Fanxing, you are the real culprit behind his death. Do you remember Ruyue? She was the most innocent person, and you should repay her with your life...."
Ruan Wencheng howled hysterically, his eyes nearly popping out, never able to forget the moment that woman leaped from the second floor, becoming an everlasting nightmare. He swore to make that bitch taste the same feeling. Now, the time had come.
Ruyue, Ruyue...
Zhuang Fanxing suddenly laughed, a chilling laugh that made one’s heart tremble. She softly said, "Ruyue, yes, I was the one who pushed her off the second floor with my own hands. You killed Fu Siting, so I’ll have your most beloved woman repay the life. A life for a life, isn’t that fair?"
Ruan Wencheng’s eyes turned blood-red, he shouted hysterically: "You go to hell, go to hell, go to hell...."
His shouting suddenly got stuck in his throat, with Ruan Songxi’s fingers gripping his neck, his gaze chillingly terrifying. Ruan Wencheng glared fiercely at Ruan Songxi, with a twisted smile playing on his lips: "My good son, kill me if you have the guts."
Ruan Songxi’s eyes turned red, he really wanted to strangle him. With a flick of his hand, he flung Ruan Wencheng’s body, crashing into the wall and rolling to the floor. Yellow Hair jumped down from the roof, pinning down Ruan Wencheng’s body.
"Don’t move."
Ruan Wencheng lay limp on the ground like a puddle of mud.
Ruan Songxi picked up the satellite phone that had fallen to the ground, "Mom, calm down, listen to me, it’s all Ruan Wencheng’s conspiracy, don’t be fooled."
Whether Zhuang Fanxing heard his words or not, he didn’t know, but then a terrified scream came from within: "Wan’er, what are you doing?"
"Why did you push Lady Ruan down the stairs? Are you crazy?"
Dead silence.
Ruan Songxi’s fingers holding the satellite phone turned bone white, his eyes flared with a bloodthirsty glare.
"No... it wasn’t me...." The woman’s terrified, trembling voice came through, yet it seemed so pale and powerless.
"Sister...." Zhuang Xiyue’s piercing shriek seemed to tear through one’s eardrums.
The sky seemed to suddenly cloud over, a storm was brewing.
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Zhuang Xiyue pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see Zhuang Fanxing leaping from the balcony, the large hospital gown draped over her body, its hem fluttering in the wind.
The nearest person was Liang Wenwan, her outstretched hand had no time to retract. She instinctively tried to grab Zhuang Fanxing but was blocked by Huang Wenqing rushing over. She shrieked, "Wan’er, what are you doing?"
Her wide eyes stared firmly at Liang Wenwan, her back to the doorway, filled with pride and malice.
Liang Wenwan stood there dumbfounded, suddenly screamed and pushed Huang Wenqing aside, attempting to rush to the balcony to grab Zhuang Fanxing, but was still a step too late.