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“Who sent you? Are you a spy from the Government Army? Let Qi Runzhou go!” The lively girl’s voice trembled with anxiety.
“Wan Ying, it’s okay. This young lady means no harm,” Qi Runzhou said, trying to soothe the worried girl.
“Wan Ying? Is she your wife? You’re so concerned about her, but how do you protect her like this? What about Ruo Lan? Where were you when she suffered such torment for you? Why didn’t you protect her? Did you ever consider her your wife?” Su Ruolan couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer as she saw Qi Runzhou’s deep affection for another woman, and she questioned him sharply.
“Ruo Lan? You know her? Who are you to her?” Upon hearing Ruo Lan’s name from Su Ruolan, a flicker of pain and surprise crossed Qi Runzhou’s eyes. Ignoring the blood trickling down his cheek from Wood Vine’s scratch, he stepped forward and grasped Su Ruolan’s arms, asking urgently.
Seeing Qi Runzhou still longing for a woman who had been dead for years filled Wan Ying with intense pain. She shouted, “Runzhou, she’s already dead! Don’t be fooled; I am your wife now! You just want to know when we got together, right? I’ll tell you—we married in March of the second year of the apocalypse. We are legally married. Let him go!”
“March of the second year of the apocalypse?” Su Ruolan turned to Wan Ying, repeating each word slowly. Then she turned back to Qi Runzhou. “You actually married her just three months after she died? Is your love for Ruo Lan so shallow? You were so eager to take a new bride?” Suddenly pointing at Wan Ying, Su Ruolan questioned fiercely, “Is she really that good, deserving of your cold-heartedness? Have you found the child Ruo Lan bore for you?”
Qi Runzhou was now certain that this unfamiliar girl was a friend of Su Ruolan; he just didn’t know how they were connected. Facing her relentless accusations, he felt guilt wash over him. “I don’t know how you know Ruo Lan. She was the love of my life, but unfortunately, I couldn’t save her. We never found our child.”
“Bah! Don’t talk to me about love! She was your most beloved woman, and just three months later, you remarried. What face do you have to show me such affection when you didn’t even look for your child? I truly feel sorry for her. She deserved better; she deserved to die!” Su Ruolan was devastated but had become strangely calm.
“You have no right to say that about Runzhou! You don’t know what happened. I’ve known Runzhou for over a year before we got married,” Wan Ying interjected, unable to bear Qi Runzhou being scolded.
“Enough, Wan Ying. Don’t say anymore.” Qi Runzhou stopped her and turned to Su Ruolan with sincerity. “I don’t know how you knew Ruo Lan, but that has nothing to do with my current wife. If you have grievances, direct them at me. I can take it.”
Su Ruolan felt a pang in her heart at Wan Ying's words—she had known him while pregnant? No wonder they got together just three months after she left; he must have felt guilty and married her, vowing never to betray her in this life.
A surge of emotions flooded Su Ruolan's heart as she obtained the information she had longed for and finally met the person she wished to see. Yet, the outcome was unexpectedly shocking.
It turned out that once a person dies, they are truly gone, and all the deep feelings vanish at that moment. Looking at the man before her, his familiar face suddenly felt strangely foreign. Su Ruolan raised her hand and slapped him hard twice. "One slap is for the child; you only cared about your own comfort, unworthy of being a father. The other slap is for Rulan; she died so tragically for you, and you didn't even bother to collect her body. While she was pregnant, you were with another woman—unworthy of being a husband. From now on, I hope we never meet again."
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