Jian Xingchen was dragged and thrown into a vast cold storage room by two men.
At this time, there wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on her body; she seemed as if she had rolled down from a knife mountain in hell.
The woman lay on the chilly floor, her eyes vacant and spiritless. Only the rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive, and the blood spilling out of her solidified into ice due to the freezing temperature.
A bloody tear slid from the corner of Jian Xingchen's eyes. She muttered the names of Si Mohan and Si Xuan in her mouth, filled with endless remorse.
Half an hour ago, she had witnessed her beloved Meng Ziqing and her best friend Lu Mengyi shoving her son, Si Xuan, into a factory mixer.
Her limbs had been broken long ago, and all she could do was to shout hopelessly, but they had remained unmoved.
"Mum, don't cry," Si Xuan uttered these words before his petite figure was instantly dyed in red. Despair drove Jian Xingchen to the edge of sanity.
The doors of the cold storage room opened and Meng Ziqing and Lu Mengyi walked in intimately.
"Why is it so cold here?" Lu Mengyi shivered.
Meng Ziqing, with an expression that showed he knew this would happen, draped a prepared blanket over her. "I knew you would feel cold."
Lu Mengyi forced a fake smile, thinking that he was so unworthy. Once this bothersome woman was dealt with, Si Mohan would be mine.
Thinking of this, an uncontrollable smile surfaced on Lu Mengyi's face as she walked towards Jian Xingchen.
"Little Chen, you've always disliked this child, didn't you? I helped you out by getting rid of him, shouldn't you be thanking me?"
Jian Xingchen's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins. She wanted to bite each piece of flesh off of her body, but her body wasn't moving. She could feel her life draining away.
Lu Mengyi looked at the woman lying helplessly on the ground like an ant. She half-squatted in front of her, her voice lowered.
"Rest assured, after you die, I will take good care of Si Mohan. Even if he has nothing now, he has me."
Jian Xingchen looked at her smiling face and suddenly realized after all these years, he hadn’t seen her affection for Si Mohan.
"You're dreaming," the girl said weakly.
"Ziqing, can you fetch my coat from the control room?" The woman's voice was pretentious, but Meng Ziqing was fond of it.
"Of course, darling," he gave the woman a quick peck on the lips and left the cold storage room reluctantly.
"Xingchen, I'm not afraid to tell you this, considering you won’t live much longer. I had to accept your condescending charity all these years. Although I deeply love Si Mohan, his eyes only see you and your child,” lamented Lu Mengyi as she delivered a fierce kick to Jian Xingchen's stomach.
"But thanks to your extraordinary ability in messing up, you led the Si Corporation to bankruptcy, forcing him to be cast out as the family sin and me knowing where he lives now. Once you die, I would blame the death of Si Xuan on you. After all, this isn't your first time putting your child in danger. He will certainly believe my words."
Lu Mengyi started to daydream. Once Si Mohan discovers that his son's death was caused by Jian Xingchen, he would hate her to the core. When she offers him comfort during his plight, they could live happily ever after.
Jian Xingchen looked at the woman in front of her and managed a bitter smile.
For Meng Ziqing, she stole numerous important projects from the Si Corporation. After escaping from Jingyuan for the last time, she thought that he would take her away and live a blissful life. However, she was deceived into drinking a sleeping potion and had been tortured day and night.
As a result of the stolen projects, the Si Corporation lost billions in stocks within a few days. On the other hand, Meng Ziqing seized the opportunity and merged with the Si Corporation, becoming the biggest winner.
Because of this incident, Si Mohan was expelled from the family. Si Xuan, who was left alone in Jingyuan, missed his parents so much that he snuck out when the servants weren’t watching.
The boy didn’t know where his father was, so he went to find Lu Mengyi and ask about his mother's whereabouts because she was always with Lu Mengyi.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Xuan. Mommy is here with you now," Jian Xingchen lay on the ground and closed her eyes with despair.
At this moment, Meng Ziqing was putting on his coat to leave when his opening of the door was sent flying, crashing into the wall with a swift kick.
"Where are Stardust and Little Xuan?" Si Mochan hoisted up Meng Ziqing, who was as small as a chick, his entire body exuding a pressing aura as if he were about to crush someone.
Meng Ziqing, faced with a man who appeared like a demonic entity, and his twenty-so followers behind him, trembled as he pointed outside the door.
"Master Si," Ning Shè sat paralyzed on the ground in front of a factory mixer, terror and fear evident in his eyes.
Upon hearing the sound, Si Mochan followed Ning Shè's gaze. There, lay a pair of bloodstained shoes.
The man holding Meng Ziqing by the collar couldn't help but loosen his grip. He involuntarily moved closer to the mixer, his eyes bloodshot, his aura of sheer ferocity causing the people behind him to break out in a cold sweat.
Ning Shè, looking at the man standing in front of the machine with a pale face, had his words of comfort stuck in his throat.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed past him. When he looked up, Si Mochan was already confronted Meng Ziqing.
"Where is Stardust?" Si Mochan's angry voice echoed through the factory, startling a few crows roosting on the roof who flew away in fright.
Inside the cold storage, Lu Mengyi, planning to take a knife to end her life, was startled by the sudden voice and shivered uncontrollably.
"How is Si Mochan here," she thought to flee, but her legs refused to obey.
Jian Stardust pulled up a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. Why, even at the brink of death, did he still hear him angrily yelling his name?
Footsteps were echoing in all directions. Jian Stardust felt himself being lifted by the upper body, surrounded by a warm breath.
"Stardust, I'm here, no one dares to hurt you again."
Holding the tormented, barely alive girl in his arms, the man's eyes were filled with desperation and helplessness.
Jian Xingchen felt warm droplets falling onto her face. She slowly lifted her heavy eyelids, the man's well-defined face came into view.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault," Before she could finish her sentence, the man seized her blood red lips with a kiss.
After a long while, Si Mochan withdrew his lips. He gazed tenderly at the girl, “Xingchen, if there is an afterlife, can you love me and Xiao Xuan a little more?”
"Do you still want me?" Jian Xingchen's voice choked, tears streaking down her blood-stained cheeks.
The man wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and turned to face Meng Ziqing and Lu Mengyi, who were kneeling on the ground, bound.
"Throw them into another mixer, for the dogs. Everyone out," came Si Mochan's cold order.
Upon hearing the command, his men ignored the desperately struggling and shouting pair, and dragged them out, screams echoing from outside.
Si Mochan laid the girl on the ground and turned around to lock the cold storage door.
"Master Si, what are you doing? Open the door immediately!” Ning She thought his master was bidding farewell to his lady, but seeing the tightly closed door, he was dumbfounded.
Jian Xingchen wanted to say something, but her body had reached its limit.
Ignoring the outside hustle, Si Mochan lay on the ground, cradling the girl in his arms.
"Xingchen, Xiao Xuan is afraid of the dark, let's go find him together."
Tears fell like rain from Jian Xingchen's face as she heard the man's words. She wanted to speak but her eyelids were growing heavier and heavier.
Feeling the girl's breath fading away, Si Mochan took a dagger lying nearby and plunged it into his own heart.
"Xingchen, wait for me, don't let me lose you."
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