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At my funeral, Lu Jing Shen, Father Su, Mother Su, and even Su Wan were present. How could she have come?
In the mourning hall, Lu Jing Shen wore a black suit, his eyes swollen and red, stubble covering his face. He looked utterly haggard.
He stood before my portrait, his gaze hollow, as if he had lost his soul.
Father Su and Mother Su were crying uncontrollably. "My daughter! We are so sorry! We were blind! We failed you!"
They knelt on the ground, beating their chests and wailing.
Where were they all those times? When I was bullied by Su Wan, where were they? When I was sick, where were they then?
And what about Su Wan? She stood to the side, also crying pitifully. "Sister, I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t…" She pretended to cry and even tried to approach Lu Jing Shen to "comfort" him.
Lu Jing Shen suddenly lifted his head, his gaze icy as he stared at her. "Get away! Don’t touch me! You wicked woman! It’s all your fault! You killed Qing Qian!" He shoved Su Wan away and glared at her coldly.
Su Wan was startled by his outburst; her cries abruptly ceased, and her face turned pale.
"Brother Jing Shen, what… what are you saying? How could I harm my sister? You must be misunderstanding me…" She attempted to argue and feign innocence.
"Misunderstanding? The surveillance footage, Ashes—aren't they all evidence? Su Wan, how long are you going to keep pretending? Do you think I would never find out about the disgusting things you've done?" Lu Jing Shen's voice was chilling.
Father Su and Mother Su also began to realize the truth. They looked at Su Wan with shock and anger in their eyes.
"WanWan, is it really you? Did you kill Qing Qian?" Mother Su's voice trembled as she struggled to believe that her beloved daughter could be so malicious.
Su Wan was completely panicked; she knew everything was over. "No, it wasn’t me! I didn’t do it! It was Su Qingqian who wanted to die; she had a terminal illness! It has nothing to do with me! Really, it has nothing to do with me!" She screamed incoherently, completely losing her previous facade.
Father Su and Mother Su were completely devastated. They pointed at Su Wan and shouted hoarsely, "Get out! You get out of here! Our family has no daughter as wicked as you! We regret adopting you in the first place. From today on, we sever all ties with you! You are no longer our daughter!"
Severing ties? Ha, how ridiculous. Why didn't they do this earlier? Now they come to play the good people; don't they think it's too late?
Lu Jing Shen's revenge had begun. He used all his power to ruthlessly suppress Su Wan.
Su Wan's reputation was shattered, her life ruined. She fell from heaven into hell, left with nothing.
The revenge had driven Su Wan completely insane.
She lived every day in fear and despair, her mental state collapsing, ultimately being sent to a psychiatric hospital.
This was the fate she deserved.
Before being sent to the psychiatric hospital, Su Wan did one "good deed."
She wrote a timed post on Weibo, revealing all the truths to the public.
Including how she envied me, how she framed me, and how she pushed me step by step to the brink.
Of course, it also included Lu Jing Shen's and Father Su and Mother Su's foolishness and indifference.
The Weibo post quickly trended, sparking widespread discussion online.
Everyone learned of Su Wan's misdeeds and saw the true colors of Lu Jing Shen and Father Su and Mother Su.
The public outcry was deafening, filled with condemnation and insults that flooded in from all directions.
Lu Jing Shen and Father Su, along with Mother Su's company, faced a tremendous blow; their stock prices plummeted, and they soon declared bankruptcy.
Only then did they realize the extent of their past foolishness and mistakes, and the heavy price they had to pay.
They knelt before my grave, weeping uncontrollably, pleading for my forgiveness.
"Qing Qian, we were wrong, we were truly wrong! Please, forgive us!" Their cries were piercing and filled with despair.
But I was already dead, never to return. Their pleas would forever go unheard.
My soul drifted in the air, watching their suffering, witnessing their regret, observing them pay for their actions.
In my heart, there was not a shred of compassion, only endless coldness and mockery.
I was dead, but my spirit would always watch over them.
I wanted them to live eternally in regret, never finding peace. This was my best "blessing" for them.
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