Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 286 I've Never Been a Saint

There was no bright sunshine today; outside the window was a quiet, gray-white expanse.

The room was eerily silent.

The Jiang couple looked at Wen Yan without speaking, because after an internal struggle, Nan Yun spoke to Wen Yan:

"Zhizhi, Zhiyi did something wrong, and she has been punished. Mommy will take her away from this country and never appear in front of you again, okay?"

Gu Yanci grasped Wen Yan's hand, squeezed it tightly, and gave her strength.

Wen Yan calmly looked back at Nan Yun, without the slightest emotion, as if she were looking at an insignificant stranger.

"Did you understand what I just said? Did you understand what Nan Zhiyi did?" Wen Yan asked.

"I..." Nan Yun felt extremely embarrassed, but seeing Nan Zhiyi rubbing against the ground in pain, like a cat or dog in heat, she couldn't bear it. With tears in her eyes, she said to Wen Yan, "Zhizhi, she knows she was wrong, really! When she gets to the hospital, she will apologize to you and Young Master Jiang properly!"

Jiang's mother frowned, genuinely puzzled: "Ms. Nan, you are indeed Wen Yan's biological mother, right?"

These words were like a slap in the face to Nan Yun, who felt utterly mocked—if you are Wen Yan's biological mother, how can you be so indifferent to the harm Wen Yan has suffered?

"Mommy, save me... save me..." Nan Zhiyi curled up on the ground, and couldn't help but hug Nan Yun's ankle, looking utterly pathetic and undignified.

There are so many people watching...

Nan Yun's eyes stung, but she steeled herself and raised her voice, "Zhizhi! Mommy begs you! Let your sister go!"

"Hehe!" Wen Yan suddenly laughed. "When Jiang Huaixu collapsed on the sofa and couldn't breathe, I knocked on the door for help, but no one came."

If she hadn't contacted Gu Yanci beforehand, Jiang Huaixu would probably have died in that room. At that point, she wouldn't have been able to keep Gu Jingzhou, and Jiang Huaixu would have died before her eyes. She would have lived in the shadow of that death for the rest of her life, and the Jiang family would have become enemies with the Gu family because of their shared loss of a son.

“Mom,” Wen Yan called out the name she once longed for without any emotion, “In the past ten years, I have cried out to you for help countless times in my dreams… If crying for help had worked, I wouldn’t have spent a whole year in the mental hospital back then.”

Nan Yun was devastated. She staggered, her face contorted in pain. The hostility between her two daughters made her feel as if she had been torn in two.

Wen Yan remained unmoved by this.

The air grew still and quiet, save for Nan Zhiyi's labored breathing.

Suddenly, she exerted force with her arms and crawled toward Gu Yanci. The drugs had made her delirious, and she stammered, "Gu, save me! Please save me! I love you so much, please!"

Gu Yanci remained motionless, looking down at Nan Zhiyi with a cold and disgusted gaze, as if he were looking at ants and bedbugs.

Nan Zhiyi began repeating these words in Spanish.

Nan Yun tried to stop her daughter, but as soon as she looked up, she met Wen Yan's ambiguous smile, and felt extremely embarrassed again.

“Nan Zhiyi tried to ruin my innocence, almost killed my friend, and confessed her love to my husband in front of me. She has been coveting my husband for a long time—” Every word Wen Yan uttered pierced Nan Yun’s eardrums. “You still want me to save her? You’ve probably been away for too long and forgotten that I, Wen Yan, have never been a saint.”

"Zhiyi! Zhiyi!" Nan Yun squatted down to stop Nan Zhiyi, her heart hardening, "What exactly do you want! Don't forget, my daughter is a Spanish citizen. If something happens here, none of you will be held responsible!"