A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 2120: Chapter 510: A Life Worse Than Death (2)

That woman had no heart. He was troubled, jealous, and frenzied, like a child who couldn’t get candy. Every time he was hurt, he was comforted by his cousin’s gentleness. At times, he mistook his cousin for her. Of course, this was related to his cousin’s deliberate or inadvertent imitation of her, but so what? He was eager to find a sense of accomplishment in his cousin, and his cousin knew this well. There was a certain tacit understanding between them.

Everything changed after Xi’er was born. That was his and her child, and every time he thought about it, his heart trembled. She decided to give birth to this child—did it mean that he still had a place in her heart?

No matter how faint a hope it was, he would hold onto it tightly. He began to come home more often, and her intentionally or unintentionally displayed gentleness thrilled him. If only it could continue like this, how wonderful it would be...

However, he underestimated a woman’s jealousy. After his cousin jumped off the building, he was plunged into a nightmare. He preferred to believe that his cousin was pushed by her, as it proved that he had a place in her heart. But his cousin’s dying appearance constantly reminded him—this woman didn’t even offer an explanation. Did she have such firm faith that he wouldn’t kill her?

His love was too humble, making this woman unruly in his world. His cousin’s death awakened him completely, and he no longer harbored even a sliver of hope.

Her image always lingered in his mind, and all the love and hatred seemed far away; in front of him was only her pale and serene face. But those eyes would never open again. He would rather they looked at him coldly than her lying here lifelessly...

Wrong, he was wrong, terribly wrong...

He mistook love for hate and hate for love, wounded her completely, and he was also full of scars... He stubbornly walked his own path all along, ignoring and refusing to see or think. Now his path had come to an end...

"Ah...." He screamed like a wild beast driven to despair, a sorrowful wail echoing as he curled up into a ball in the vast and cold funeral hall, startling everyone with a chill down their spine.

Was he heartbroken?

Heartbroken for that woman’s death?

Yet, how could that be possible?

His promiscuity was known to everyone, even perverted enough to compete with his son for women. Ultimately, he orchestrated the entire tragedy, pushing her to a dead end. So, what was the point of his sadness now?

It was disgusting.

Yun Ya hated this man, hated him very, very much. She was certain he loved Zhuang Fanxing; his eyes couldn’t deceive. But this kind of love was terrifying; because of love, he tortured her, pushed her to death, only to realize the world’s despairing pain of loss after her death.

Such love and hate were a complete nightmare for Zhuang Fanxing’s life—a punishment as if for a sin committed in a past life, to meet a man like this in this life?

Zhuang Xiyue’s eyes reddened, breaking free from Yan Ke’s grip she rushed over with a stride, grabbing Ruan Wencheng’s collar and slapped him both ways. The sound of crisp slaps was particularly striking.

Zhuang Xiyue’s bloodshot eyes, word by word, shouted as if from her soul: "Give me back my sister’s life. My sister didn’t fight or dispute, just wanted to live well. She wasn’t interested in your mess. So why couldn’t you let her go, Ruan Wencheng? I curse you to die a horrible death. In the next life, even if you become an ox or horse for my sister, you can’t make up for your sins."

"What’s the point of your pretentious crying now? Stop disgusting people. You better cry for your little lovers, rather than dirty my sister’s path to rebirth here."

Zhuang Xiyue was enraged to the extreme, actually wishing she could tear this man apart. Rolling her eyes, her emotions hit a peak, and suddenly she fainted stiffly.

Yan Song, who was closest, quickly caught Zhuang Xiyue’s body, and Yun Ya checked her pulse, frowning: "Aunt Zhuang is too emotionally agitated, heartburn from anxiety; she’ll wake up after resting for a while. But if this continues, it will be very unfavorable for her body."

Yan Song furrowed his brows, glanced at Ruan Wencheng kneeling on the ground holding his head and crying, and carried Zhuang Xiyue out.

Yun Ya frowned at him, pondered, and said softly: "She owes you nothing. Can’t you even let her go in peace?"

Indeed, Zhuang Fanxing never owed him anything; on the contrary, he owed her too much, too much to ever repay in another lifetime...

Ruan Wencheng’s body suddenly stiffened, kneeling there stupefied.

Ruan Songxi clenched and then relaxed his fists, finally saying coldly: "Just leave."

Ruan Wencheng looked at him in shock, his lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing, dragging his broken body out, giving her one last look before he left—a complex gaze that made Yun Ya’s nose sour.

Ruan Wencheng dragged his heavy body out, not once looking back, leaving completely that way.

Yun Ya never saw him again. Perhaps for the rest of his life, he would live with guilt and remorse, and such a life is worse than death.

Ruan Songxi walked slowly to Zhuang Fanxing’s side, "Mom, if it were you, you’d probably do the same. You’re always so kind, always thinking of others, never considering yourself...."

Ruan Songxi closed his eyes: "I hope... in your next life, you can live happily...."

"Time’s up." The funeral home staff cautiously approached.

Ruan Songxi took a deep breath and turned around.

Yun Ya saw the crystal tear sliding down the corner of his eye at the moment of turning.

After Zhuang Xiyue woke up and learned Zhuang Fanxing’s body had been cremated, she didn’t cry again. Instead, she sat alone in a daze, quietly sitting for a long time, wrapped in despair.

Half an hour later, Ruan Songxi held Zhuang Fanxing’s urn, and they all left through the back door.

The funeral ceremony was scheduled for three days later. The funeral wasn’t grand because Zhuang Fanxing wasn’t a high-profile person, and Ruan Songxi didn’t want his mother to have unrest even after her death, so it was just some close people coming to pay their respects, and the media was strictly silenced. No one dared to talk about Zhuang Fanxing’s death online.

That night, Yan Nanmo hurriedly arrived, a face full of inexpressible sadness and shock. Upon hearing the news, he dropped everything immediately to come. He so hoped this was all a misunderstanding, but when he saw the urn and the black-and-white photo on the altar, his heart sunk completely.

He admired his aunt and felt injustice for her plight, but given his position, proper concern was sufficient. Yet he never thought things would end like this. Just yesterday, Yueyue was joyfully telling him over the phone that her sister’s surgery was very successful, and she could live to a hundred. He still recalls Yueyue’s cheerful tone on the phone.

Seeing the travel-worn Yan Nanmo, Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t hold back any longer, lunging into his arms, crying until she became a teary mess.

As if crying out all her grievances and sadness, Yan Nanmo had never seen her cry so despairingly since knowing her. Even after she lost that child back then, she wasn’t this sad. Yan Nanmo felt genuinely heartbroken.

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