Chapter 28: Vacation Villa 28

“From the very beginning, all he ever liked about me was my money!” Xin Ling’s words were drenched in blood and tears. “Everything is his fault!”

Even after she uncovered his true nature, he cursed her for being stupid, said she deserved her fate, said a filthy woman like her should have died long ago! Yet it was he who had made her what she was! If he possessed even a shred of manly courage, he wouldn’t have shoved her forward to face the robbers, sacrificing her to save himself!

The black mass of hair grew ever more agitated, and Su Man felt as if the cold wind that blew past cut through her like knives.

Just as Xin Ling was about to explode, Su Man, her face pale, suddenly halted her, “Wait a moment!”

“I’ll be back in a bit!”

The hair burrowed into Su Man’s limbs, causing such pain that she felt her blood was draining away, her consciousness already blurring.

Xin Ling: “?”

Before Xin Ling’s fury could escalate, Su Man decisively drew her dagger and ended her own life.

Xin Ling stared at Su Man’s lifeless body, head lolling, breath gone. “...?”

The next second, she burst out laughing, a wild satisfaction flooding her. “Ha! The damned finally died! They all got what they deserved! All dead! This is wonderful...”

“Stop laughing, I’m back. Let’s continue!” Su Man’s abrupt voice rang out, cutting Xin Ling’s laughter short.

Su Man came running out of the villa, as though every second’s delay would mean Xin Ling’s death.

“?”

“How are you still alive? Why are you still alive?” The mass of hair roared in fury; she was certain Su Man had truly died just moments ago.

Suddenly, Xin Ling recalled that day, the crack of thunder, how it seemed to have struck her dead.

“Why are you still alive?!”

“That’s not important. What matters is you’ve killed the innocent. You keep blaming Zhou Bin, but you didn’t only kill him! The others—they never harmed you!”

Su Man, unsure when Xin Ling might erupt again, pressed on, trying to extract more information.

Xin Ling’s mind was already in chaos. Su Man’s words provoked her further, shifting her rage instantly. She screamed, “What do you know? Everyone deserved to die! You think they were ignorant? They all knew! They just wanted to take advantage of me for free!”

Birds of a feather flock together. Anyone who could be close friends with Zhou Bin was no good themselves.

“They all had chances to save me, but each chose silence!”

“Before I died, I saw it all. They stood on the balcony, all of them, watching Zhou Bin kill me with wide open eyes!”

That was the root of Xin Ling’s resentment. When they encountered the robbers—the skinny monkey and his gang—it wasn’t just Zhou Bin she saved, but all their lives. Yet the ones she rescued turned out to be nothing but ingrates!

They were all traitors!

“They wanted my money just like Zhou Bin! They plotted to split my wealth after my death!”

“That curse—‘Anyone who reveals my secrets will die’—ha, what curse? It was nothing but an excuse, a cover for murder and unequal spoils!”

As for the two who died in the villa, Xin Ling simply couldn’t stand their shameless lies, their attempts to distance themselves from the crime.

“Too bad, they miscalculated. They never knew I had no money at all!” Xin Ling laughed suddenly, the sound chilling. “How ridiculous—they imagined I was a wealthy woman, but it was all in their heads!”

The villa wasn’t hers; those so-called designer brands were bought from scrimping and saving. During her relationship with Zhou Bin, she spent recklessly to please him. Her credit cards had long since been maxed out.

“They schemed so well, but it was all for nothing! That’s karma!”

“From the start, it was all a trap! How laughable—I thought myself clever!”

Xin Ling grew angrier, venting her rage in a furious roar. “They had guilty consciences, terrified I’d haunt them after death, so they brought in a wretched priest to seal me here, never to see the light of day. I am resentful! I hate!”

So when she discovered she could send her spirit into the villa, her first act was to summon them all. She wanted revenge; she wanted every last one of them dead. Trash deserved to die!

Su Man digested everything she’d heard, concluding that Zhou Bin and his friends had mistaken Xin Ling for a rich woman, plotted to kill her for money, and the skinny monkey and his gang were merely a side note.

The more Su Man thought, the more innocent Xin Ling seemed.

“Then shouldn’t you sympathize with me, Zhou Bin’s current girlfriend? You shouldn’t be jealous of me, shouldn’t harm me.”

Xin Ling was waving her arms in anger when she heard this, suddenly pausing.

“??”

“Maybe I’ll be the next you. Faced with someone about to suffer what you suffered, shouldn’t you help me? Instead, you say you’re jealous—could it be you still have feelings for that scumbag?” Su Man couldn’t understand, earnestly analyzing, “If you really still love him, then you’re love-struck. Love-struck is an illness—it needs treatment.”

“If you don’t want treatment, just ignore me. Then your death wasn’t unjust.”

“...” Xin Ling hadn’t expected Su Man to say so much, and for a moment, she was speechless, annoyed by the words. “I’ll kill you!”

“Angry because I hit the mark!”

“...!!” Xin Ling’s attack halted less than five centimeters from Su Man’s neck, mouth stubborn, fiercely unwilling. “Who says you’re right? How could I still love him? I don’t love him at all!”

After all this, Su Man finally seized a useful point, mentally labeling Xin Ling: stubborn, competitive, easily provoked. In short, easy to handle. She already foresaw victory.

“I hate you...” Xin Ling’s voice fell almost to a whisper. “I hate you, want you dead, only because I know—you’ll never be the next me.”

After everything she’d suffered, she couldn’t stand Su Man’s happiness; she was simply jealous.

“Zhou Bin truly loves you, so everything you said is invalid. He won’t let you become another me.”

“I’ve seen his notebook of plans; all his plans are for your future. He took my money just to have a future with you, so you will never become me.”

“Su Man, you’re the most hateful one. Why do all good things happen to you?”

“He loves you, so you must die too! I shouldn’t have let Zhou Bin die so soon. I should’ve killed him after you, made him watch as I tortured you to death, piece by piece.”

She hated herself for letting anger cloud her judgment, for giving Zhou Bin an easy death. Later, she dismembered him out of spite, but what did it matter? He felt no pain.

Su Man was not truly Su Man, so she neither understood nor empathized with Zhou Bin’s love for her.

She understood why she was being targeted, but couldn’t entirely relate.

“So, when you kill me, will you finally be satisfied? Will you feel happy? Will you believe your revenge is complete, your heart at peace?” She wanted Xin Ling’s final answer, one that would decide her own choice.