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Wen Qian walked in and looked at Ding Cuiying lying on the bed. There was no ripple in her eyes; it was this expressionless demeanor that made Ding Cuiying feel utterly crushed.
Ding Cuiying cursed her inwardly, calling her a wretch and a bitch. If it weren't for her, how could she have ended up like this? She should be pointing a finger at Wen Qian, cursing her, instead of lying there in such a humiliating state.
As Wen Qian observed her, she suddenly recalled her own days in the cellar, a time filled with unbearable pain. Now, seeing Ding Cuiying like this, she felt no satisfaction from avenging herself. Instead, there was a sense of exhaustion; when would this cycle of revenge end? If it weren't for Ding Cuiying's own misdeeds, how could she have fallen to such depths?
Wen Qian's lips curled into a slight smile as she looked into Ding Cuiying's eyes, which revealed a hint of amusement. "Seeing you like this brings me some relief. Your distress isn't my doing; it's your precious son who caused it. Don't blame the wrong person."
"You thought that by sowing discord between me and Lu Zheng, you could drive us apart and create chaos for us to stumble through? But you overestimated my feelings for Lu Zheng and underestimated the trust we share."
"You've tasted the bitter fruit of your own actions; after enduring your torment for so many years, it's time for you to experience it yourself."
With all this time spent at odds, who gave you the confidence to think Lu Zheng would believe you? Don’t you know how you've treated him since childhood?
She wanted Ding Cuiying to leave this world filled with pain and resentment, to reveal the truth so that Ding Cuiying would be consumed by regret.
Ding Cuiying's body trembled violently as her muscles tensed up. Her face turned crimson from holding back her emotions; her teeth clicked together as an angry roar escaped her throat.
Wen Qian crouched down slightly closer and whispered a few words to her. Then she watched as Ding Cuiying's body stiffened and her eyes widened.
"I know who Lu Yao's real father is. What do you think Old Master Lu will say when he finds out?"
Ding Cuiying looked at Wen Qian in disbelief, her mind screaming repeatedly. It was impossible—absolutely impossible! How could she know about this? She must be bluffing.
How could she possibly know so many details, even about the man Ding Cuiying had found herself? This wretched woman must not tell Old Lu; otherwise, their son would be doomed.
Wen Qian glanced back at her one last time before turning to leave, the sounds of her footsteps echoing behind her. In her previous life, if it hadn't been for Wen Qian forcing herself to wash clothes late at night, she wouldn't have accidentally stumbled upon the affair.
The person involved was still a brother of Lu Zheng’s whom he had been in contact with all these years.
Ding Cuiying not only bore a child for that man while being with Lu, but she also used Lu's money to support him. The two of them even carried on an affair behind Lu's back, right on the bed that belonged to Lu and Ding Cuiying. This secret had been buried deep in her heart for so many years, and she had always feared that Ding Cuiying would discover her knowledge. Now, she could finally speak out.
Images of her life before death flashed through her mind, along with the memories of Xiao Chen's last moments and the days filled with torment. The current outcome was the best possible ending for Ding Cuiying. Seeking death was not an option; instead, she faced daily humiliation.
For so many years, Zhang Yan lived her life alone, as neither Lu nor Lu Yao would help her. At first, she thought time would bring patience, but Ding Cuiying's troubles were still ahead of her.
Wen Qian walked out of the courtyard and saw Lu Zheng and Lu Chen waiting for her. The three exchanged smiles. Lu Zheng felt that Wen Qian's smile carried a hint of bitterness and a touch of relief. Throughout this time together, he had grown increasingly fond of his wife. She had always kept him at arm's length, treating him more distantly than even his comrades in the army.
Wen Qian avoided his gaze and looked at Xiao Chen. They were about to leave; they had booked tickets for the day after tomorrow and needed to pack up in the next couple of days. There were various distractions waiting for her in the army.
As long as they didn't come to provoke her or Xiao Chen, she wouldn't care about anything else. Otherwise, they shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.
Lu Zheng still had a devoted admirer in the army. During her previous life, when she floated around Lu Zheng's side, she learned about his life and knew how many people tried to introduce him to potential partners after news of her death spread—how many were eager to make their move. After all, Lu Zheng was a young officer with exceptional looks and abilities, not to mention a future full of possibilities.
Many were waiting at his home; now the army must be bustling as well.
Wen Qian took Lu Chen's hand and walked into the house, deliberately ignoring Lu Zheng behind her. Although she felt little for him, she couldn't help but feel irritated inside. She hoped that once she returned to the army, she could enjoy a period of peaceful living.
Lu Zheng stood there, at a loss, wondering why he had been suddenly glared at by her. Had he done something wrong? Since arriving, he had always been obedient; whatever she said was law, and he had never defied her.
Inside the room, Wen Qian gazed at the house she had lived in for four years. In this space, she had cried, laughed joyfully, felt resentment, and struggled. Yet now, it seemed there was little she could take with her. The belongings she had brought from the Wen family had all been sold; not only could she not take them, but she also no longer wanted to. After all, they had been used by things she found distasteful, leaving her with lingering discomfort.
There were hardly any clothes worth taking either—just some tattered garments that barely resembled pudding. Most of her clothes were bought four years ago. Lu Chen’s clothes were also made from rags.
As Wen Qian turned around, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her complexion was sallow and frail, her hair remained dry and frizzy, and her worn-out clothes were faded from washing. Aside from her large, bright eyes that shone with a hint of vitality, everything about her appeared exhausted. She looked far older than her fourteen years; if not for the lack of wrinkles, one might mistake her for someone in their forties.
In recent days, she had gained a little weight; otherwise, she would have looked even more emaciated. She glanced down at Lu Chen. The little guy ate well and digested quickly; he was growing fast and had gained some flesh—no longer as thin as before. His eyes sparkled much more now; previously, they resembled those of a puppet pulled by strings—lifeless and devoid of spirit. Now, however, he bore the semblance of a lively child.
These changes were what she welcomed and cherished; they brought her joy.
Suddenly, Lu Chen looked up at Wen Qian and asked softly, glancing back at Lu Zheng first. “Mommy, if we leave, will we never see Uncle Yang again? He promised me he would come to see me in the summer.”
Seeing the hopeful yet worried look in his eyes, Wen Qian glanced at the man behind Lu Chen who had stiffened but was now quickly approaching. A smile crept onto her lips.
Wen Qian pulled Lu Chen to sit on a stool while Lu Zheng quietly shifted to stand by the door. She noticed a corner of clothing outside the door and couldn’t help but chuckle at the eavesdropping figure.
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