Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 884: My Body Is Filthy, But These Hands Are Still Clean

Chapter 884: Chapter 884: My Body Is Filthy, But These Hands Are Still Clean

Ke Zhibin truly admired Hen Nianzhen, whether for her beauty, her cunning mind, or her ruthless methods.

During the years they were together, he had never realized that his ex-wife was such a rational and intelligent woman; deep down, he felt an indescribable regret.

Hen Nianzhen furrowed her brows deeply, her tone irritable as she said, "Drop that fake expression, it’s much more hypocritical than the straightforward look you had when you wanted me back then, it makes me want to vomit!"

Ke Zhibin awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and lowered his head, feeling guilty.

He did admire Hen Nianzhen, but more than that, he was wary of her, and there was a subtle sense of relief.

If Hen Nianzhen were still alive, he would have to live in constant fear every day, worrying about his own life and the future ownership of Yahuang Entertainment.

"Clap, clap, clap!!!"

The sound of applause arose abruptly.

Qin Ruan leaned lazily against the railing on the second floor, looking at Hen Nianzhen with admiration in her eyes.

When Hen Nianzhen looked back at her, she exclaimed, "Ms. Hen, you are a very clever woman."

Then, her tone shifted, "It’s a pity, I can’t agree with your suicide. The money, power, and fame you have are all fought for by yourself; why not boldly enjoy it all.

"With the ability to take and let go as you do, even men might not be able to achieve that. Wouldn’t it be nice to live a full life?"

Hen Nianzhen playfully blinked her eyes at Qin Ruan, putting on a girlish charm, "Because I’ve had enough fun and don’t want to continue anymore."

Qin Ruan’s delicate brows moved slightly, "Had enough fun?"

"Those who should die are dead, and even though I’ve nearly tortured my enemy’s son into Stockholm syndrome, I can’t feel the slightest joy. Perhaps I’m naturally unable to cross that line of abnormal psychology that isn’t normal for human beings."

Hen Nianzhen raised her hands, sighing, "This life, I came clean, only to end up covered in filth. Fortunately, I can at least say these hands are still clean."

With her pale lips curved into a smile, Qin Ruan said, "What about those who died because of you? Won’t the bad karma be counted against you? Are these hands really clean?"

Hen Nianzhen’s eyes darkened slightly as she laughed offhandedly, "Those who have harmed me died or were injured, and indirectly it was because of me, but my hands have not been stained with their blood. If it is my bad karma, the Underworld King will judge me."

Qin Ruan looked her up and down with an amused gaze, "Aren’t you afraid of ending up shattered to pieces?"

"If you’ve experienced the despair of utter darkness, death itself is a luxury."

Hen Nianzhen’s face showed no fear, only a careless and bright smile.

She feared neither death nor being shattered to pieces.

Qin Ruan saw out of the corner of her eye, to the left and several meters away, Ke Yiming propping open the door and covertly watching them.

Estimating the time, she asked Hen Nianzhen, "Do you have any last instructions?"

Hen Nianzhen thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No."

Qin Ruan nodded, "It’s time for you to go."

The Underworld Envoy came to Hen Nianzhen’s side to take her soul away.

Suddenly, Ke Zhibin shouted, "Wait!"

All eyes turned toward him.

Ke Zhibin pursed his lips, staring at Hen Nianzhen as he asked, "Over the years, have you ever embezzled company funds?"

Hen Nianzhen was momentarily taken aback before she honestly answered, "Yes."

Ke Zhibin pressed, "Have you ever done anything detrimental to the company?"

Hen Nianzhen: "...Yes."

"Have you ever hurt Yiming or Yihui?"

This time, Hen Nianzhen didn’t answer immediately.

Her icy and gloomy eyes fixed on Ke Zhibin, as she emitted an air of displeasure.

Ke Zhibin instinctively felt a chill rush from his feet to his heart, and he swallowed hard with a dry throat.

Just when he subconsciously thought about stepping back, Hen Nianzhen spoke: "No."

Ke Zhibin lost, and he let out a slight breath of relief, his voice much gentler, "You’ve been honest with the first two questions, consider it a favor for cleaning up your mess for you, giving you a final dignity.

After you leave, I will erase everything you’ve done, letting you depart spotlessly. Even to your death, your fans will only remember the beautiful side of you."

Hen Nianzhen’s eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly burst out laughing, "Hahaha..."

She looked at Ke Zhibin, laughing so hard she bent over—if a puppet could shed tears, her eyes would probably be brimming with them right now.

Was this mockery?

Ke Zhibin’s face turned ashen, his breathing grew heavier with anger, and the suppressed rage around him spiraled out of control.

After Hen Nianzhen had laughed enough, she looked at his gradually contorted face: "Ke Zhibin, oh Ke Zhibin, you have such a bad temper and chauvinism, always treating women like fragile flowers, as accessories to men.

We were never on the same path. From the moment our eyes met and after learning your identity, I’ve been scheming in every interaction with you.

If I had intended to, with all these years, I could have drained you of all your value long ago. After we got married, you were pretty decent to me.

Except for occasionally sneaking around behind my back, which I was aware of. But compared to those indiscriminate, cold-hearted animals, you are slightly better, I suppose.

That much, at least. Thankfully, you didn’t force anyone, and didn’t have any emotional entanglements with other women. Otherwise, even in death, I would drag you down with me."

Hearing this, Ke Zhibin broke out in a cold sweat, the creeping chill on his back making him subconsciously touch his arm.

Hen Nianzhen’s tone softened reassuringly: "Don’t be afraid, I can’t stop what others do willingly—where there’s a willing giver and a willing taker, I won’t interfere."

Ke Zhibin retorted quietly: "Over the years, at home parties and in public, I’ve treated you with enough respect."

Hen Nianzhen thought back to their years of marriage, and nodded ponderously.

"Indeed, no woman ever came to cause a scene in front of me. It seems you managed to navigate through a forest of flowers without a leaf sticking to you—you’re a qualified philanderer."

Ke Zhibin’s breath hitched.

He always felt that Hen Nianzhen was insulting him, but he had no evidence.

Hen Nianzhen answered his previous question: "Over these years, the total sum I embezzled from the company was just fifty or sixty million. To you, that’s just a drop in the bucket.

As for harm to the company, those few projects I was in charge of, which I exploited for personal vendettas, lost quite a bit of money—in total, around two hundred million, I guess."

Ke Zhibin’s expression changed slightly: "That’s it?"

For him, that was nothing. With Hen Nianzhen’s intelligence and methods, he always felt she had grander schemes against Yahuang Entertainment.

With one look from Ke Zhibin, Hen Nianzhen knew what he was thinking and scoffed aloud: "I’m already dead, how could I still lie to you?"

She turned to the Underworld Envoy standing beside her, saw him standing dignified without a glance her way, not paying any attention to her.

After a moment’s hesitation, Hen Nianzhen said to Ke Zhibin: "I’ve had enough of the Mortal World. There’s still time to serve in the Netherworld. I certainly don’t want to return to the days of destitution—it’s too bitter.

Don’t forget to burn me more Joss Paper when you head back. Take a look at what the funeral shops have and burn a bit of everything for me, consider it a reward for my restraint towards the Ke Family."