Assassination? Expulsion? And it’s related to Zhuang Shaoyang and Liang Rong.
Everyone looked at Mu Yan in shock, what was she talking about?
Zhuang Shaoyang and Liang Rong looked bewildered, seemingly not understanding what Mu Yan was saying.
Mu Yan glanced at the two of them, letting out a sneer, "Don’t look at like that, as if you’re more innocent than I am. The one being chased, expelled, having their leg broken, the one in car accidents wasn’t you, it was !"
"Nuannuan, what assassination, car accidents?" Zhuang Yi asked.
"I’ve heard about the expulsion incident. It seems a bad student accused you of plagiarism," Ruan Xinyu mused, "What does this have to do with my second brother and Ah Rong?"
She said, looking towards Zhuang Shaoyang and Liang Rong, with an assessing gaze.
Back then, Shaoyang mistakenly thought Nuannuan wasn’t his daughter, and Ah Ning had an affair with soone else. Did he act out of rage after they left and attempt murder?
This seems a bit far-fetched, doesn’t it?
No matter how much Shaoyang hated Ah Ning, they grew up together; their bond wasn’t ordinary. And, being born into a family of military and political power, how could he do such a heinous act?
But... Liang Rong, she... she had reasons, perhaps even the capability.
Facing the crowd’s confused gazes, Mu Yan explained, "It wasn’t such a big deal. Back then, Mom and I left the Zhuang Family to find a new environnt in the South. Along the way, we t many bad people; they stabbed us with knives, beat us with clubs. Fortunately, we encountered kind-hearted people on the road, got saved several tis, and finally settled down after eting Uncle Mu. As for the car accidents, I was involved in several unexplainable incidents where I got hit by cars. My stepfather’s son nearly beca paralyzed while saving , which worsened his heart condition. Of course, my broken leg prevented from dancing, my autism made reticent, and I got bullied by school bullies. Such incidents are countless."
She suddenly let out a snicker, "Thinking carefully, it’s quite a miracle I’m still alive today."
Her gaze fell on Zhuang Shaoyang and Liang Rong, provocatively saying, "I managed to live well until now, married a good man, started a new career, and reached the pinnacle of life. Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable?"
Zhuang Shaoyang stared wide-eyed, in disbelief, shaking his head, no, it’s not like that, he didn’t.
"Nuannuan, it wasn’t ..."
Mu Yan looked down, not even glancing at him, not wanting to hear his explanation at all.
"Nuannuan, my poor Nuannuan," Mrs. Zhuang stood up and ca over, tears flowing.
Mu Yan looked at her grandmother, who had always loved her dearly, wanting to smile, telling her it’s fine, but she couldn’t smile.
She lived for twenty-three years, sixteen of which were under the shadow of persecution. Because of these people, she lost a lot, dreams, family, mories.
Hate them? Of course, she does, she’d want to grind their bones to dust.
But... she doesn’t want to dirty her hands; however, this matter isn’t over.
Mrs. Zhuang hugged her granddaughter, crying uncontrollably, too exhausted to condemn her son at this mont.
No need to imagine how much her granddaughter had suffered; it’s wonderful she survived and returned safely to her side.
She cried, and Mu Yan followed suit.
People are like that; when nobody cares for them, they grit their teeth to stay strong.
But once soone shows concern, the grievances multiply, becoming uncontrollable.
Zhuang Zeyang suddenly looked at the despairing Zhuang Shaoyang and said, "Shaoyang, hiring a hitman to kill your ex-wife and daughter, your heart is indeed ruthless."
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