Chapter 1441: Chapter 1441: You Will Go to Hell Too
“As she spoke, the oppressive mountain had already descended—
Mo Lan, who was already feeble, fainted without any consciousness.
…
In her dream, Mo Lan dreamt a dream.
A youth with a bruised and bloodied face lay in the flowerbed, his gaze blankly fixed on the sky.
She approached the flowerbed with a basket of flowers, and imdiately noticed him hiding.
“Who are you?” she asked in shock.
“Go away, stay away from !” the youth coldly responded, without so much as glancing at her.
The kind-hearted her naturally wouldn’t leave, “What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?”
“I told you to go away!”
“Hey, I’m trying to show concern for you.”
“I don’t need it!”
“What kind of tone are you using? Do you know who I am?”
“Go away!”
She turned and walked away, but soon circled back.
She still carried her flower basket, but now it was filled with dicinal ointnts for bruises and so delicate pastries.
“Take these, use them when you get back.”
Seeing that he completely ignored her, she tactfully left.
The scene shifted, and she saw a waterfall-like heavy rain pouring down from the sky.
As she prepared with an umbrella to check if the rose seedlings she had planted had died, to her surprise, she saw him again, bruised and lying in the center of the flowerbed.
Hurrying over with her umbrella, she shielded him from the heavy raindrops.
“Why are you here again?”
The youth with deep-set features looked up at her, his lips pressed tightly together, offering no response.
“Get up quickly, you’ll die if you continue to get soaked like this.”
“…”
“Hey, did you hear telling you to get up?”
“You can go, I don’t need you to care.”
“What’s wrong with you!” She crouched down to help him up but was pushed away by him.
The umbrella fell to the ground, and she too beca drenched.
“Hmph, so ungrateful!”
She picked up the umbrella and hurried away. She didn’t truly abandon him, but instead called for servants to help.
By the ti they arrived, he had already passed out.
After being rescued, she learned that he had broken two ribs, and the ribs had punctured his lungs; he was close to death.
At the sa ti, through the introduction of the servants, she also learned of his identity—The third young master of the Qi Family.
The illegitimate child who had always grown up outside.
The master was not at ho, away on a business trip for a long ti.
Her husband, Qi Ruigang, was also not at ho, accompanying the master on business.
As the grandest hostess of the castle, the responsibility of caring for the third young master naturally fell upon her.
After two days of ticulous care, he finally woke up.
However, the first words he spoke to her were not of gratitude.
Instead—
“If you’re smart enough, I warn you to stay away from imdiately, or else… you’ll go to Hell too!”
At the ti, she never understood what he ant by ‘too.’
Later, she finally understood, because she truly went to Hell.
Because of him, she was plunged into endless suffering.
But all these years, she had not blad him a bit.
He was not wrong, nor was she.
The only person at fault was Qi Ruigang!
He was the one who ruined her, he was the one who had been torturing her—
And she didn’t want to continue this painful life for a single minute longer!
If Hell really exists, then let her go! She would rather die than stay in this living Hell!
Mo Lan did not die; she didn’t know how much ti had passed when she awoke once more.
She slowly opened her heavy eyelids and saw Qi Ruigang with his back to her, standing on the balcony on a call.
The content of his speech seed to be about work; Mo Lan couldn’t understand.
She wet her dry lips and felt even more thirsty.
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