A close-up focused on the faded photocopy of the personal effects list, where the signature line starkly read the three characters: "Yin Xia Mo"!... This, was the revenge that person had spoken of?............ "As the identity of Fang Jinhua, I will return everything I have suffered from you tenfold!"............ It was her, the high school ringleader who had once arrogantly beaten the fat girl in the schoolyard, shouting about revenge... It was her face, vaguely seen, flashing before her as she forced herself through the long, dark corridor, suppressing fear and panic... Nightmarish memories surged back!............ The memories she desperately tried to forget—a dark place, filled with terror and tears, cold iron bars, and pairs of eyes glinting menacingly... She thought she would die there... She thought she would never get out... Despair and horror unlike anything before, curled up in the blackest, filthiest corner, her bruised body trembling as she wept..."Jie..." Yin Cheng's face turned deathly white. He rushed forward, wrapping his arms tightly around the dazed Yin Xia Mo. Her body trembled with uncontrollable slightness; his heart ached unbearably. He held her tighter, repeatedly calling out, "Jie! Jie... Don't be afraid... Jie..." Looking at Yin Cheng holding her tightly in his panic, her face rested against his shoulder; her long, black lashes trembled, and an indescribable fragility, mixed with a profound terror, surfaced in her expression.
"Snap!" Ou Chen turned off the television with the remote. Seeing her gaze still fixed vacantly on the blank screen, he spoke with grave seriousness, "Don't worry, I will handle this baseless news."
Saying this, a sense of unease settled in his heart.
Both Xia Mo and Xiao Cheng’s reactions to this news were so intense, could it be...? Yet, he had hired several private investigators to look into her past; there was no record of her ever being imprisoned. Was this reporter, Hua Jin, distorting or fabricating a scandal? Hua Jin... Fang Jinhua... A cold glint flashed in Ou Chen's eyes; he would never again let anyone who intended to harm her off lightly! "Baseless?..." Yin Xia Mo slowly pushed Yin Cheng away, and a mocking smile touched the corners of her fragile, pale lips.
Looking at Ou Chen, she suddenly let out a soft laugh, a strange, unnameable quality in the sound. She murmured softly, "Oh, perhaps your memory hasn't fully returned..." She closed her eyes, leaving her thought unfinished.
Forget it... What was the point of these sarcastic words now? The past was irreparable.
After all, she too had deliberately hurt him; perhaps those events were the retribution she deserved. It was only dragging Xiao Cheng's health down with her that she could never forgive herself for.
"I don't understand."
Ou Chen’s heart jolted. "Could it be... you actually..." Yin Xia Mo caught Yin Cheng, who was about to speak, and gazed at Ou Chen calmly, responding, "Have you forgotten? Didn't you personally direct and arrange all of that? Have you truly forgotten?" At the entrance of the small lounge.
Steward Shen stood outside, utterly stunned! "Tell me! What exactly happened in the past?!" Ou Chen, in his urgency, strode forward, blocking her path as she attempted to leave. His eyes darkened, his jaw tight. "Why—are you saying I directed and arranged it?" The past... What on earth happened... How could this man ask her so innocently! Yin Xia Mo tightly pressed her lips together, instinctively clenching her hands. She said with a firm voice, "Seizing the house, driving people out—wasn't that the fine play you once directed? You even arranged for people like that to humiliate me... Those people..." Foam Summer III