Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 281 I am willing (first update)

Chapter 281: 281 I am willing (first update)

"Hehe..." Lin Xiaoman sneered coldly, her voice chilling, like a ghost wandering in the wild, "What a line about failing to teach your daughter. Can a mere accusation of failing to teach your daughter wash away all her sins? Do I deserve to die a miserable death? Today, Wen Ziyao must pay with her life!"

At this moment, Lin Xiaoman had completely lost control. Hatred had filled her entire heart, and she had forgotten that warmth existed in the world among humans.

She only wanted Wen Ziyao to pay the price she deserved.

Meanwhile, Shen Suhua desperately wanted her daughter to live well, so at this moment, she could only plead bitterly.

"No, no, no, it’s all my fault, I am willing to give my life for hers, Little Man, I know you have hatred in your heart, if you want to kill or slash, take it out on me, don’t hurt Yaoyao."

A mother, no matter what her child becomes, still sees her as her one and only child.

Pure and kind.

How could she stand by and watch her own child in danger?

So, she was willing to trade her own life for her daughter’s survival.

"Since you wish to die so much, then I’ll fulfill your wish first! Nobody in this room today will get away! All of you will be buried with me! All of you will pay with your lives!" Lin Xiaoman lowered her head, her ghostly nature completely revealed, and extended her crimson, sharp nails straight toward Shen Suhua’s head; she had completely gone mad, bereft of any rationale.

"The ghost has its mark, the debt has its owner, your only enemy is Wen Ziyao alone, why must you indiscriminately kill the innocent?" Chu Jin slightly narrowed her eyes, standing protectively in front of Shen Suhua.

She grasped Lin Xiaoman’s wrist with one hand, the other hand tucked in her pocket.

Her expression remained calm, her features clear-cut and distinct, utterly at odds with the terrifying aura of the room.

She was like a fairy who had descended into the mortal world, pure, flawless, inviolable.

Her fan-like thick eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under the light, effectively concealing her eyes’ expression.

A chilling aura emanated from her.

No one knew what she was thinking at this moment.

Although her face showed little emotion, it instinctively inspired a sense of dread in others, making them unable to look her in the eye and submit before her.

The whites of Lin Xiaoman’s originally pale eyes instantly turned blood-red, and tears of blood fell drop by drop onto the ground as she roared, "They all deserve to die! They should all be buried with me! I advise you to mind your own business! Otherwise, I’ll let you die first!"

Chu Jin lightly raised her eyebrows, "If that’s the case, then I can’t let you continue to harm the living!"

This Lin Xiaoman had completely lost her mind, and if left unattended, she would only cause more innocent people to die without cause.

She was beyond salvation now.

"No! Master Chu! Don’t hurt Little Man!" At a crucial moment, Wen Ziyao spread her arms, shielding Lin Xiaoman with her body and taking the blow for her.

Wen Ziyao let out a muffled grunt, as blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Chu Jin looked at her in slight astonishment, "Aren’t you the one who wished most for Lin Xiaoman to be utterly annihilated? Why have you changed your mind now?"

Wen Ziyao’s face was full of regret as she said, "No, I don’t want her soul to scatter! This is what I owe Manman, and I should repay her. It’s all my fault, I beg Master Chu to show mercy, don’t hurt her. After I die, I hope Master Chu can exorcise Manman, allowing her to be reincarnated smoothly. She shouldn’t be delayed by my mistakes."

Chu Jin sighed softly and stepped away from between the two of them.

Let them resolve the matter between them.

Hopefully, Wen Ziyao’s sincere repentance could move Lin Xiaoman.

"Put away your false face; I don’t need your pretense!" Lin Xiaoman shrieked.

Wen Ziyao reached out to touch Lin Xiaoman’s cheek, feeling the rigid coldness of her flesh. She remembered Little Man’s cheeks used to be the softest.

It was because of her that Lin Xiaoman had become what she was today.

So, she ought to pay the price.

Tears fell drop by drop, and Wen Ziyao, her voice hoarse, began, "Threads of red and gold amidst a child’s play, twin lotuses sharing a stem open and close together, whose young daughter dons the silk dress, with rosy makeup and youthful brows adorned at dusk..."

This poem was recited by the two of them at the freshman welcome party in their sophomore year.

At that time, the two were dressed in identical clothes, with similar makeup, and their faces were adorned with unrestrained smiles. Their bond was so strong that it seemed as though they were sisters by birth, inseparable from one another.

It truly embodied the line from the poem, "Like twin lotuses on a single stalk, they bloom and close together."

Her voice plunged Lin Xiaoman into deep memories.

Bits and pieces of the past surfaced before them.

If only that incident hadn’t happened back then, how wonderful it would have been.

Before she could finish the poem, Wen Ziyao’s face was already streaked with tears, eliciting an inevitable sense of compassion in the onlooker.

Bloody tears streamed down from Lin Xiaoman’s eyes, drop by drop.

Both of them were in a mess of tears.

The Ghost Qi and malevolence enshrouding Lin Xiaoman were slowly weakening.

The terrifying aura in the air was gradually fading away as well, making for a touching scene.

As the poem came to an end, Wen Ziyao could barely breathe, her heart ached so severely. She slowly closed her eyes, her throat tight as she said, "Manman, it’s me who wronged you in this life. I no longer dare to ask for your forgiveness. Go ahead."

It was clear that she was prepared to face death.

Lin Xiaoman let out a guttural howl, her expression turning ferocious again. The Ghost Qi that had faded surged back intensely as she reached out with both hands, going straight for Wen Ziyao’s throat.

The sharp nails glinted with a chilling light under the lamp.

Shen Suhua’s brow twitched, and she was about to step forward to protect Wen Ziyao but was stopped by a pair of delicate and fair hands. Shen Suhua had lunged forward with great force, but the hands that stopped her seemed to do so effortlessly.

Shen Suhua instinctively looked up, only to see a face with clear and handsome features, glowing like jade.

Chu Jin gave her a gentle shake of the head, signaling her not to intervene.

After all, this was a matter between Lin Xiaoman and Wen Ziyao. Even if Lin Xiaoman truly did kill Wen Ziyao, it would be a deserved fate.

When one commits a wrongdoing, they must always face the consequences.

As long as Lin Xiaoman didn’t harm anyone else or cause innocent suffering, Chu Jin wouldn’t let her soul be utterly destroyed.

The hands on the neck felt cold and hard; the sharp nails barely touched the skin before a trace of blood oozed out, the pain of flesh being torn apart was immediate.

But Wen Ziyao waited for a long time and Lin Xiaoman didn’t proceed with her actions.

She opened her eyes in confusion and saw Lin Xiaoman before her, all resentment faded from her body, transformed back to how she looked during their school days, dressed in a red dress, her features delicate and pretty, especially those eyes, shining like polished obsidian.

Back then, she would always take Lin Xiaoman’s hand and say, "Our Manman’s eyes are so beautiful, like the stars in the sky."

"Manman, Manman, you’ve come back," Wen Ziyao said with excitement, trying to embrace Lin Xiaoman, but she grasped at air.

Wen Ziyao, unwilling to give up, reached out again to embrace Lin Xiaoman, but her hand passed straight through her body.

Lin Xiaoman just looked at her, silent.

"Master Chu, what’s going on? What’s wrong with Manman? Master Chu, please save her," Wen Ziyao said, looking towards Chu Jin in a panicked state, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

Chu Jin sighed softly, shaking her head in helplessness, "She has let go of her obsessions. The resentment that kept her bound is destroyed, and soon she will dissipate into nothingness..."

Lin Xiaoman was truly a kind girl after all. She had let go of her hatred and chosen to forgive Wen Ziyao.

Lin Xiaoman looked at Wen Ziyao with a faint smile on her face, her ethereal voice echoing in the air, "Red silk strings, gold beads scattered... The red fades, the moon sets, never to be seen again, pity for the times who touched the cheek." As the lines of the poem passed, Lin Xiaoman’s body gradually became more and more transparent.

Immediately, Wen Ziyao covered her face and cried bitterly, "Master Chu, I don’t want her to be scattered to the winds. I beg you, save her. Whatever the cost, I am willing..."

Chu Jin looked up at her, her overly clear face emotionless, "Even if it costs you twenty years of your life, are you willing?"

Without any hesitation, Wen Ziyao nodded frantically, "I am willing! I am willing!"