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I memorized every subtle change in expression and secretly recorded them on my phone. In addition to the recordings, I began posting some ambiguous content on social media. Phrases like "The truth will always come to light" and "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded" seemed innocuous yet hinted at something deeper.
As expected, these posts sparked heated discussions among netizens and successfully caught the attention of Zhang Yichen and Wang Manni. Wang Manni even called me to question, "Su Wanqing, what do you mean by that? Aren't you causing enough trouble for Yichen already?"
I feigned innocence, "Manni, you're overthinking it. I was just expressing my feelings. So much has happened lately; it's been weighing on my mind."
"Better be that way!" Wang Manni hung up the phone with a harsh tone.
I looked at the screen, a cold smile creeping onto my lips. The more anxious Wang Manni became, the more it confirmed my suspicions were correct.
On Chen Mo Yan's side, good news arrived as well. Fans had tracked down the leader of the trolls who had initially targeted me and gathered evidence linking them to Li Zekai and Wang Manni's team. More importantly, they found backup footage from the filming site on the day Xiao Xing fell; although the images were somewhat blurry, they were sufficient to prove that Xiao Xing's fall was not an accident.
That day, Zhang Yichen visited the hospital again to see Xiao Xing. As usual, he brought flowers and a fruit basket, along with a cake that was Xiao Xing's favorite.
"Wanqing, I bought this cake because I know how much Xiao Xing loves it," he said as he handed it to me.
I took the cake, suppressing my nausea, and forced a smile. "Thank you."
He looked at me with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Wanqing, you seem a bit different lately."
My heart skipped a beat; did he sense something? I tried to remain calm and smiled, "Is that so? Maybe it's because of Xiao Xing's situation; I've been under a lot of pressure."
He nodded but didn't say anything further.
I watched him closely, plotting my next move in my mind.
Xiao Xing remained in a coma for three days. On the morning of the fourth day, I realized I would never have the chance to whisper "Mommy loves you" to him again.
When the doctor exited the room, his face was filled with regret.
I pushed past him and staggered into the room, kneeling beside Xiao Xing's bed. Looking at his pale little face, I murmured, "I didn't protect you well; it's my fault."
Li Zekai also arrived; he stood at the door of the room, his face pale and lips trembling, yet he dared not approach.
"Get out! You have no right to stand here!" I shouted, my voice hoarse and terrifying.
He recoiled a few steps back before finally turning to leave. I watched his retreating figure, feeling only an endless sorrow within me.
Xiao Xing's funeral was bleak; apart from Chen Mo Yan and a few loyal fans, hardly anyone showed up. Friends in the industry avoided me, fearing they might catch the "bad luck" that clung to me.
Zhang Yichen did come, taking my hand and softly comforting me, "Wanqing, please accept my condolences. Xiao Xing has gone to heaven; he will be well there."
I looked at his hypocritical face, my stomach churning violently. Heaven? If there truly was a heaven, how could Xiao Xing go there? He should be running under the sun, playing on the grass, not lying alone in a cold grave!
Xiao Xing's departure took away all my weakness and hesitation. I wiped away my tears, a fierce fire igniting within me.
Wang Manni, Zhang Yichen, even Li Zekai—I would make each of you pay for his departure!
That night, Chen Mo Yan and I laid out all the evidence we had in our hands.
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