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Upon opening the letter and reading it, Wen Qian felt a wave of emotions wash over her, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Ding Cuihua was dead! Just like that!
When she first read the news, there was no thrill of revenge surging within her; instead, she felt a strange mix of relief and exhaustion. The memories of her past life flooded back, and she could vividly recall Ding Cuihua's smug expression. But now, she was gone!
The letter described Ding Cuihua's death in gruesome detail—she had been dead for several days before anyone discovered her, her body filthy and decayed, reduced to little more than skin and bones. It turned out that although Father Lu hadn’t killed them outright, he had no intention of allowing them to live comfortably.
The very next day, he ordered Ding Cuihua to move out of her room and tossed her into a makeshift shelter. Lu Yao was also banished to sleep in the living room, which had been turned into a makeshift kitchen. He could only curl up against the wall to sleep. Zhang Yan stayed in the inner room with him.
During the day, Lu Yao had to rely on his two legs while Zhang Yan did the same. Ding Cuihua was left alone in the house to wither away!
Throughout the day, it was Zhang Yan who helped her change clothes and clean herself; neither Lu Yao nor Father Lu paid her any mind. Yes, Zhang Yan had gone mad! Mad enough that her memory had begun to fail her! Sometimes she would forget to care for Ding Cuihua, even neglecting to bring her food. When she remembered, she would only do a half-hearted job of tidying up and feed her some leftover scraps.
Ding Cuihua’s lower body had become severely infected; she lay in despair on the bed, feeling time drag on as she gazed at the sunlight filtering through the roof. She couldn’t speak; even her cries were weak. She couldn’t control herself—despite eating so little, basic human needs still persisted, especially since she had lost all autonomy.
Suddenly, she thought of Wen Qian and recalled how she used to bully her. A wave of hatred surged within her for both Wen Qian and Lu Zheng. She had come to this place with Father Lu and had to take care of that little brat Lu Zheng. Sometimes, when Father Lu wasn’t around, she would sneakily cover his face with a blanket to suffocate him, hoping he would die. But that little brat was just too lucky; he always managed to escape!
After being punished by Father Lu for her actions, she dared not try to kill Lu Zheng again. Yes, withholding food from him or secretly pinching and hitting him were things Father Lu dismissed as trivial—as long as he didn’t die!
Another little brat had arrived—this time a little wretch who dared to seduce her son! How could she tolerate that?
Ding Cuihua’s eyes glinted with malice before tears began to stream down her face. Who would have thought it would come to this?
Lu Yao wasn’t making any money; Father Lu would beat him mercilessly with a stick until he learned his lesson!
That night, he stood at the door, listening to the sounds of Zhang Yan and his wife inside. He wanted to experience the feeling of betrayal, to know what it was like to have his wife with another man.
Ding Cuihua's death was discovered by Zhang Yan. Before she died, Zhang Yan had not delivered food to her for five consecutive days. When she found Ding Cuihua's lifeless body, she screamed in terror throughout the village. The village chief and some villagers rushed over to check, and as soon as they opened the door, a foul stench hit them.
The smell of excrement mingled with something else strange. Those brave enough to step forward were met with a horrifying sight: wriggling white maggots all over the floor. They could hardly recognize that the person lying there was Ding Cuihua. The more timid among them fled in fright, unable to sleep that night for fear of nightmares.
Lu Yaori had never seen Ding Cuihua; he found her too repulsive! When he heard about her death, he was momentarily stunned but was soon pushed by the villagers into the house to take a look. However, before he could step inside, the stench overwhelmed him, and he pushed past those behind him to escape, never to return.
Some suggested he take another look at Ding Cuihua, but he showed clear signs of impatience. As for her burial, Lu's father simply found a spot and enlisted the help of some villagers to dig a hole where they buried her. Of course, there was compensation involved; otherwise, no one in the village would have bothered.
Although Lu Yao and Zhang Yan were still alive, it was easy to imagine how miserable their future would be! Yes, that coward Lu Yao would eventually fight back when pushed too hard! The two of them would undoubtedly become entangled in conflict again. It remained to be seen who would emerge victorious in the end.
Wen Qian set down the letter she had been holding and stood up to walk towards the door. Just as she reached for it, someone outside opened it first. When she returned home earlier, Lu Zheng had not been there; he must have gone out to get food.
"Let's eat!"
"Okay!"
Lu Zheng noticed something was off about Wen Qian's expression; she seemed somewhat unhappy and carried a hint of sorrow.
During dinner, the atmosphere at the table was unusually silent. Lu Zheng glanced at her and asked casually, "I heard Yang Tong sent you something?"
"Mm-hmm," Wen Qian replied. "Sister Yang Liu sent me something; she helped deliver it."
"Is there something special going on?"
Wen Qian paused for a moment before nodding. "Yes, Sister Yang Liu also wrote me a letter. I'll let you read it after dinner; otherwise, I’m afraid you won't be able to eat."
She finished with a light laugh, surprised that she could still manage to eat at all! After dinner, Lu Chen was coaxed into taking a nap in another room while Lu Zheng and Wen Qian sat together in the living room reading letters.
After reading the letter, Lu Zheng had no reaction at all. To him, Ding Cuihua was nothing more than a stranger, someone he couldn’t be more unfamiliar with. He felt no emotions or connection towards her.
Wen Qian, on the other hand, was reminded of her experiences from her past life. She looked at Lu Zheng as if she could see the scene from her previous life where he had collected her body. If it hadn’t been for Lu Zheng, she might have been thrown into the mountains to feed wild wolves.
She got up and walked over, standing beside Lu Zheng. He looked up at her in a daze. She then sat down on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head against his chest.
Lu Zheng was completely stunned; his muscles tensed up, and he didn’t dare to move his hands or feet. Even his breathing became cautious, afraid of startling the person in his embrace. Slowly, he adjusted his breathing and relaxed his muscles to make Wen Qian more comfortable.
Wen Qian listened to the chaotic rhythm of his heartbeat and felt his body gradually relax, a slight smile appearing on her lips. One of Lu Zheng's hands encircled her waist, holding her securely so she wouldn’t fall.
He tried to soften his voice as he looked down at her. “What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?”
Wen Qian nodded but didn’t speak. Sitting in his embrace gave her a sense of security that calmed her restless heart.
Lu Zheng watched her without pressing for words; he simply held her close. As time passed, Wen Qian suddenly sat up, wrapping her arms around Lu Zheng’s head and lifting it to look at his face. Her fingers slowly traced from his forehead down to his chin.
She touched him gently, yet there was not a hint of expression on her face, as if she were inspecting a dish for flaws or defects. From top to bottom, she checked for any imperfections.
Lu Zheng allowed her to explore him freely, but when the woman before him suddenly leaned in closer, his eyes widened in surprise.
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