Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yun Bixue sat there and watched Miao Zifu being escorted out. This time, she really was unable to recognize her. Her hair was disheveled and unkempt. Her body was also filthy, as if she had climbed out of a cave. It was truly difficult to look at her in this state.
On the other hand, Yun Bixue had donned a smart suit, looking exquisite and elegant. Even just by sitting upright, she appeared highborn.
When Miao Zifu came out and saw Yun Bixue for the first time, she did not feel much jealousy within her. In fact, she had always envied the gracefulness Yun Bixue possessed; it was something that she could never master. No matter what she wore, Yun Bixue and her were always worlds apart.
Afterward, she thought that she had won, but instead, she only became even more pitiful. “Yun Bixue, if you’re here to mock me, then you’ve succeeded!”
Yun Bixue simply gave Miao Zifu a look of contempt. “Would I gain anything from mocking you?”
Miao Zifu tightly clenched her hands and squirmed around restlessly. “I know you’re here to ask about Chu Fei’er. I won’t tell you anything. I won’t tell you even if I die! Don’t be too pleased.” Yes, she refused to give in. As long as she didn’t say anything and kept Chu Fei’er’s story to herself, An Yexuan would continue to be hostile to Yun Bixue, and Yun Bixue would not be able to live well.
Yun Bixue looked at Miao Zifu with a face full of pity and sympathy. Shaking her head, she said, “Miao Zifu, you’re really hopeless. Your mentality has already been twisted. What happened to Chu Fei’er was not my fault. It happened because she mistrusted you. Thus, the fire that broke out was linked to you.”
Miao Zifu laughed, sounding sinister. “So what if it was related to me? Do you have any proof? Nobody believes you and they only believe me.”
“Miao Zifu, you’re still so full of yourself. Do you know the rumors about you flying around outside? The juniors of University T are also embarrassed by you. Having done all of that, do you still think that there are people who will believe you?”
Enraged by Yun Bixue’s words, Miao Zifu slammed the table. “Yun Bixue, stop provoking me! Even if they don’t believe me, they won’t believe you either. Chu Fei’er’s death is irreversible, and An Yexuan will never accept you. No one can have what I can’t have. Hahahaha…!”
“An Yexuan has no relations to me no matter what. Do you think I’m still the same person I used to be? I stopped caring about him a long time ago. As long as he doesn’t show up in front of me, I won’t care about your relationship. I came here for the truth and to tell him to stop deliberately attacking my family.”
Watching how Yun Bixue calmed down shortly after, Miao Zifu couldn’t get used to it. “Ah, Yun Bixue, do you know? I’ve always been jealous of you. You don’t need to lift a finger yet you can have everything, but I’ve had to fight for myself since I was young. No matter how hard I fought, I’ll never compare to people born with a silver spoon like you. I’m not wrong to like An Yexuan, and I do love him much more than anyone else. Everyone left him one by one, but ultimately, the only one who stayed by his side was me.”
“You’re wrong. When you love someone, you wouldn’t think like that. Loving someone is when you feel happy when he does. As long as he’s happy, you will be too. It’s not about possessing the other and definitely not about making each other suffer.” Yun Bixue suddenly decided that visiting Miao Zifu was the wrong decision, yet she would still achieve something.
“Miao Zifu, I heard that you still have a younger brother.”
Miao Zifu suddenly shot up. “Do you know where he is? Have you heard about my brother?” Miao Zifu’s eyes lit up brightly, showing such hope and anticipation within them. The only person she felt like she owed, was her younger brother. She was also the one who’d lost him.
