Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Fang Rou’s tone suddenly became laced with derision, her every word dripping with condescension. “…She really thought she could pull one over on me? She’s still too young to be my match. At the time, I only used one sentence to make her broadcast the fact that you slept together with Su Zhinian all over your school. A dumb b*tch like her only deserved to be used and tossed away!”
So, the rumours came from her… Tang Nuan died because she attempted to help me? If our rivalry didn’t begin, would she still be alive?
Song Qingchun had a hard time telling whether she was sad or pained. She told herself internally to calm down repeatedly; it would be over soon. The only reason she was there that day was to confront Fang Rou personally to collect the evidence of her heinous crime, right?
However, no matter how hard Song Qingchun tried to stay rational, her chest kept rising and falling unevenly due to the raging emotions.
“Wait, don’t tell me you’re angered on Tang Nuan’s behalf? You sure are a bigger woman than I am then, or did you not know that she once tried to poison you…” The sarcasm in Fang Rou’s words couldn’t have been clearer even if she tried.
“That was before. She didn’t go through with it, did she? To err is human, so I can forgive her because she eventually did turn around and try to undo her mistake, did she not? But you, you’re worse than a human!”
“Yes, I’m inhuman! I’ve given up to be a human a long time ago.” Fang Rou laughed derisively and continued to drop bombs on Song Qingchun. “After all, only an inhumane person like myself could kill her own mother-in-law not long after her marriage…”
Her mother-in-law… Mum‽ Song Qingchun screamed angrily, “Fang Rou, I’m going to kill you!”
As she sprung up from her seat, she grabbed the nearby pillow and threw it at Fang Rou.
Fang Rou didn’t even attempt to evade. She seemed to enjoy Song Qingchun’s anger like it was a precious delicacy. She continued to sip on the wine and laugh like she was chatting with her best pal as she continued to give the details on how she murdered Song Qingchun’s mother.
She continued until there were no more grizzly details to be told. Fang Rou smashed the glass in her hand to the floor and stepped towards Song Qingchun, who had smashed every single item in the room.
“I’ve said everything I need to; you should thank me for letting you die knowing the truth.
In that moment, Fang Rou seemed to morph back into the sister-in-law that Song Qingchun knew too well. Her expression softened into a gentle and welcoming countenance. However, there was a gun in her hand, and its dark barrel was pointed directly at Song Qingchun’s head.
Song Qingchun, who was in the midst of her psychotic rage, suddenly stopped when she noticed the gun. She straightened up, and the barrel of the gun followed her movement precisely.
Fang Rou seemed to have exhausted her patience. She switched off the safety. Following a crisp click, Song Qingchun’s heart rushed to her throat.
Fang Rou’s gun was deceptively close to her. She could see the tension in the other woman’s knuckle as she pulled on the gun’s trigger.
