Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth
Chapter 220: Not having killed you three years ago was my mistake.

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Not having killed you three years ago was my mistake.

The proud young miss of the Shen Family, how could she stoop to quarrel with someone of this sort? If this gets out, won’t people laugh at her?

After thinking it over, Shen Xiaochen forcefully swallowed her anger.

Seeing her restrained appearance, Su Wanxin sneered: "ST has already hit its sixth consecutive daily limit down today. At this rate, it won’t be long before it falls below its offering price, right?"

She deliberately chose a sensitive topic, making Shen Xiaochen’s face turn even uglier.

The news of her engagement to Ding Kai Ze had failed to bolster her family’s company. Even though the Ding Family has been pouring money into it recently, there had been no sign of improvement.

Shen Xiaochen was anxious, but besides feeling anxious, she was out of options.

Su Wanxin took satisfaction in her reaction, then stepped forward, slightly lowered her head, and whispered in her ear.

"By the way, let me tell you something else. GE’s business expansion into Hua Country has been finalized. Guess which company they will strike first?"

Shen Xiaochen’s body trembled, her teeth clenched: "I made a mistake not killing you three years ago."

"Good to know, but there will absolutely be no chance for you to make that mistake again."

Su Wanxin stood upright and brushed past her.

Since you didn’t kill me three years ago, then I’ll make sure you die at my hands three years later.

Su Wanxin, after taking Yangyang out shopping, returned home, and it was just past nine. She coaxed Yangyang to sleep, but she herself felt no sleepiness.

She wanted to find Zhan Che and talk about her illness. But it was late, and the timing wasn’t right.

In the past few days, the things Sheng Qian had said were still circling in her mind, preventing her from calming down.

No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn’t face death with equanimity. Once faced with Fu Shihan, she was as helpless as ever.

She wanted to live, to truly live.

Even though she knew Zhan Che probably couldn’t do much for her battered body, she still wanted to talk to him.

Even if there was the slightest chance, she wouldn’t give up.

Thus, the next morning, she called Chen Lei to request two hours off and took a taxi straight to Zhan Che’s hospital.

After a journey of several minutes, she finally arrived at her destination.

Su Wanxin got out of the car and her eyebrows slightly furrowed because she saw the motorcycle parked at the entrance of the building.

It was Mu Xinghan’s.

Was he also here?

Su Wanxin walked slowly toward Zhan Che’s office, guessing the reason Mu Xinghan had come to see Zhan Che. When she was about to reach the office, she intentionally lightened her footsteps, feeling guilty and wanting to eavesdrop.

She wanted to know if they were talking about her illness.

Inside the office, the atmosphere was tense.

Mu Xinghan and Zhan Che sat at either end of the table, looking at each other with grave expressions.

"I’ve tried everything, all the methods I could!" Zhan Che’s emotions seemed on the verge of collapse, "But the result is the same, no sign of improvement!"

Mu Xinghan looked at him and spoke in a calm voice: "Didn’t we anticipate this? Her life was picked up from the brink; you know very well how it happened."

Zhan Che fell silent, and Mu Xinghan continued.

"Nowadays, it’s not just some living people who want her dead, even the dead want her to die."

Su Wanxin’s Life Fate Chart was extraordinary and, for some deeply sinning Wandering Ghosts lingering in the human world, her existence was like Tang Seng’s flesh. Thus, over the years, the protection of the Mu Family was indispensable for her.

"So according to you, how long can she live?" Zhan Che asked with a frown, "I know you must have a way; you don’t want her to die either."

"It’s hard to say, she might go to sleep tonight and not wake up tomorrow morning."