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How is this possible! Could it be that she would rather destroy her own family for me? I am not that narcissistic to think this way. I hesitated for most of the day before asking, "Why did she do this?"
"You should know that I have long since lost feelings for her mother. For certain reasons, we are forced to maintain a facade of marriage. Xiao Mo is the victim of our unfortunate marriage; until now, she has never enjoyed normal familial affection. This is my debt to her," Mr. Xu said slowly.
The cigarette burned down to the filter, and Mr. Xu extinguished it in the ashtray, lighting another one that he held between his fingers without smoking it, letting it burn quietly.
"She considers you a friend. She advised us to get a divorce, and you must have played a part in that. She wanted me to give you a title, but more than that, she is too smart; she knows that between her mother and me, there is nothing but restraint and even more resentment. To free us both, she took on the role of mediator, a role only she could bear. Over the years, she has seen through everything more clearly than anyone else. To punish me and her mother, she has remained silent all this time. You are an opportunity for her; because of you, she chose to forgive us for the harm we caused her."
My jaw trembled, and my legs felt weak. I lowered my head as if avoiding something, tears hitting the floor. I misunderstood her; I did something that hurt her, and this was irreparable. I didn't have the courage to admit it; I couldn't tell Mr. Xu to go save Xiao Mo.
"I know your worries. You are an insecure person who finds it hard to truly consider Xiao Mo a friend. I can understand; when I was young, I was like you—hating and envying those who were more glorious than me. But you don't understand Xiao Mo; she is even more insecure than you because my negligence back then caused her lifelong damage that led to her current introverted and sensitive personality."
Mr. Xu sighed deeply, lost in profound remorse.
I didn't dare look up or speak, fearing Mr. Xu would hear my voice crack from crying. After a long while, Mr. Xu gathered himself and continued, "This time when I go back, I've talked things over with her mother. Once I'm done with this busy period, we'll start the divorce process. Xiao Ye, if you're willing, once you graduate..."
Before he could finish his sentence, I suddenly stood up with red eyes and forced a stiff smile as I said, "Mr. Xu, give me some time."
Mr. Xu nodded in confusion.
I forced a smile and hurried upstairs.
As I reached the corner, driven by obsession, I stopped and asked in a low voice without turning around, "Why were you so indifferent before?"
Mr. Xu was silent for a moment before replying, "In middle age, one wants to settle down and have a real home; thus one needs to discard many external people and matters—it's quite troublesome and can be very distressing at times. Also, it's an overused phrase: you're too young compared to me; I'm too old for this marriage business—I'm very conflicted."
So that's how it is, I mocked myself with a smile and rushed back to my room.
Hiding under the covers, I couldn't bear to imagine what Xu Wenmo was going through at school right now; I hugged my head and cried silently.
Mr. Xu walked in and saw the dim room; perhaps thinking I was too agitated, he silently exited again.
I didn't dare ask him to stay.
Not long after, I heard Mr. Xu's phone ringing downstairs, followed by his astonished exclamation, "What! I'll be right there!"
Bang, the villa door was slammed shut.
The feeling of unease grew stronger. I turned over and sat up, fumbling in the dark for my phone. I opened the browser and typed in the full name of Xu Wenmo's school. The first headline in the live news read, "School Beauty Molested, Multiple Suicide Attempts Fail."
I didn't dare click to see more details; my original sense of duty felt like a foolish and absurd joke!
I hugged my knees on the bed and cried bitterly, silently praying for Xu Wenmo's safety.
Around eleven at night, Mr. Xu called. His voice sounded very tired as he said over the phone that Xiao Mo had encountered some trouble and told me to go to sleep.
I didn't ask much, fearing I would reveal my own worries.
Then, I found Xu Wenxuan on WeChat and sent him a message without knowing if he was asleep.
How are things with Xiao Mo?
He quickly replied.
Don't mention her, disgusting!
My heart sank. What do you mean?
You know about her situation, right? Why didn't you tell me that she was assaulted? Are you two hiding this together?
Thinking back, Xiao Mo had been dating him for three years, and in the end, all I got was the word "disgusting!"
Ha, I scoffed and deleted Xu Wenxuan from my friends list, angrily throwing down my phone. "Scumbag!"
At that moment, I truly realized that with Xu Wenmo's suicide, things had escalated!
If nothing had happened to her, it wouldn't have involved the police; but if it resulted in a death, legally, I would be implicated.
Most importantly, regardless of whether Xu Wenmo was safe or not, Mr. Xu would thoroughly investigate everything that happened.
I didn't know much about hackers or their capabilities; all I knew was that I had posted from the villa. If Mr. Xu wanted to investigate, he would definitely trace it back to me.
Understanding this made my self-worry far outweigh any guilt I felt for Xu Wenmo.
Don't judge; everyone is like this—either you say that if one doesn't care for oneself, they will face dire consequences; no matter how serious someone else's issue is, it pales in comparison to one's own crisis.
Losing Mr. Xu was a crisis for me.
I don't need to elaborate on what happened next; you all can imagine it.
Yes, she is dead. She jumped from the top of the dormitory building and could not be saved. I learned this news in the early morning when Mr. Xu called. On the other end of the line, he was crying uncontrollably, completely unlike the Business Tycoon I knew.
Did you not expect this? What’s so strange about it? If she hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have ended up where I am now.
She is dead. What awaits me? Legal judgment, moral condemnation—“The mistress drove the wealthy businessman’s biological daughter to death.” Just thinking about that headline is explosive.
I have spent nearly six years using all my efforts to achieve a result that is certainly not being trampled by society and subjected to their scorn. I have my pride.
At the same time, I have lost my love.
After hanging up Mr. Xu's last call, I got up, changed my clothes, and sat in front of the vanity. I slowly applied foundation, did my makeup, and curled my hair, paying meticulous attention to every step.
Even if I die, I want to retain the most beautiful face—at least better than the sight of Xu Wenmo turned into a bloody mess. When I reach the underworld, it will be good for her to experience the feeling of shame.
What kind of person am I? After saying all this, you should have drawn your own conclusions—whether praise or blame, I don’t care. From my perspective, I possess a reckless courage; I can resort to any means to achieve my goals and am willing to sacrifice everything for love. What does morality matter? What does reasoning matter? I am the one who deserves to live in this world. As long as I survive, I will surely thrive in this filthy and chaotic society... Hey, why are you laughing? Do you look down on me?
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