"Mo Chu Xun, it wasn't me who hit Ning Xia, believe it or not?"

Containing the numbing sensations in her legs, Ye Mingzhu took laborious steps, one at a time, towards Mo Chu Xun. Her hair was unruly, and the pouring rainwater flowed down from her forehead, blinding her vision. She lifted her head, desperate to ignore the bitterness welling up in her mouth, embodying a stubborn yet prideful aura.

Emerging from the curtain of rain was a tall and handsome man, stepping out of the hospital's entrance, his face grim and aloof. He bestowed a cold, detached glance upon the shivering woman in the rain, paying her no heed as he walked past her.

"Why won't you believe me?" Stumbling, Ye Mingzhu ran into his field of view, her breathtakingly beautiful face pale and haggard, "We've known each other for so many years, give me a chance to explain at least."

A crisp slap resounded, pain radiating from Ye Mingzhu's cheek. The force pushed her back, yet her jaw was brutally seized by a pair of cold, strong fingers.

Above them, dark clouds crowded the sky, raging tumultuously.

"Ning Xia is lying in there, Ye Mingzhu, she lost her child, and she's in a coma from her injuries. The doctors said she might never wake up."

His voice, chilling to the bone, was accompanied by his characteristic cold indifference.

Holding her chin, Mo Chu Xun also ruthlessly gripped her long hair, pulling her up from the ground. The tug on her scalp was so painful that Ye Mingzhu couldn't help but scream, but a sharp look from him stilled her cry in her throat.

An icy chill surged from the soles of her feet up to her heart.

"As long as Ning Xia is unconscious, Miss Ye, your life won't be easy either."

"No, I truly didn't hit Ning Xia, I had no idea she was pregnant. Mo Chu Xun, what gives you the right to slander me?" Ye Mingzhu endeavored to explain herself, insisting she didn't intentionally crash into Ning Xia. After all, Ning Xia was her best friend who she'd grown up with, surely she couldn't be so cruel and ruthless.

"Hmph!"

He was emanating an aura of ruthless menace, looking down upon her, "Then why did the car that hit Ning Xia also happen to be a Lamborghini Veneno?"

She didn't have time to explain.

"There are only three Lamborghini Venenos produced in the whole world, and you, Miss Ye, are the only one in the entire Harbor City who has the honor of owning one. Everybody in Harbor City knows that Miss Ye values her car as much as her life, and never lends it to others. Wait? You're telling me that Ningxia was not hit by you?"

"I didn't do it, I swear to God! I have never harmed Ningxia!"

"Do you remember Reporter Lin? That evening, he captured the image of you getting into the Lamborghini Veneno at eleven at night. Can you explain to me what you were doing out and about at that time of night?"

Reporter Lin?

Ye Mingzhu shivered. For the past few years, there had been a reporter who had been persistently tracking her, pestering her incessantly, and threatening to expose her scandal.

But she never did anything to offend him!

Mo Chu Xun's pupils gradually filled with ferocity. He tightened his grip on her long hair, wishing he could peel off her skin, "You love me, don't you? Loved me enough to throw away your pride, to become a demon, to even dare to kill your best friend. Two lives, Ye Mingzhu, even if you’re chopped into mincemeat for the dogs, it won’t repay."

Disgust filled the man's eyes as he harshly flung her aside and headed for the car. Ye Mingzhu was caught off guard, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground. She tightly grasped his trouser leg, "I don't know why things turned out this way. Mo Chu Xun, I didn't hurt her. At least listen to my explanation. I'll hire a detective to investigate, I'll find out the truth…"

"Ye Mingzhu, prepare to go to jail."

"No! You can't do this to me. I’m carrying…” your child.

The last part of her plea was carried away by the wind. Mo Chu Xun didn't even hear the latter half, the car door slamming shut decisively. Running over, Ye Mingzhu's fingers got caught in the crevice of the door causing a tearing pain that spread throughout her body, yet she was numbed to it.

"Mo Chu Xun, listen to me. The woman in the Mo family banquet hotel was not Ningxia, it was me. It was me who was with you…" Her face turned pale as she yelled the words she had planned to bury deep within her heart for a lifetime.

Her voice was heart-wrenching.

No one understood, no one in the world understood how much she loved this man. How the extent of her love for him equaled her reluctance to hurt him. After discovering that the only person he cared about was Ningxia, she had planned to bow out gracefully.

Her fingers, crushed by the car door, were bloody and excruciating. However, this physical pain couldn't compare to the mental torment he had caused her.

As long as he was willing to believe her.

As long as he was willing to hear her side of the story, no matter how much pain she had to endure, she could withstand it.

Mo Chu Xun lazily lifted his eyes and a cold sneer broke out at the corners of his mouth, "Miss Ye, you aren't trying to tell me that you're carrying my child in your stomach, are you?"

"If I say yes, would you believe me?" Her words were trembling as she spoke them.

"I wouldn't believe it, far from it. If I find out that you're harboring a bastard in your stomach, I will have it ripped out immediately as atonement for me and the child Ning Xia is carrying."

Ye Ming Zhu's body shuddered, she widened her eyes in disbelief, "How… how could you?"

Her strength was drained in an instant, she felt dizzy as if the world was spinning, her legs rooted to the ground.

The car door closed heavily, her bloody palm hanging down weakly.

The rain was falling harder than before.

Outside in the rain, Mo Chu Xun stood under the eaves of the Mo family villa, his eyes cold and indifferent. How far he pierced through with his gaze, as though he intended to kill the woman outside the villa with just his stare.

"Sir, Miss Ye has been waiting outside the villa all night," Mo Cheng reported respectfully with his head lowered.

Mo Chu Xun remained unmoved, his dark coat fluttering without wind. His lips slightly pursed, and a fleeting, chilling murderous look flashed in his eyes.

"Inform Chief Wu to take her away, she should understand how many years she would get for attempted murder."

Mo Cheng's eyes flickered, "And the Ye family…?"

"The Ye family?" He chuckled coldly, hatred flaring in his eyes, "Cancel any collaboration with the Ye family. Also, tell the people of the Ye family, if they still want to stay in Hong Kong peacefully, they'll have to disown the evil daughter and publicly cut ties with her.”

"Yes."

"Furthermore, cancel all her previous academic and professional qualifications, not one institution has her files. Send a notice to France stating her moral corruption, her insanity or severe mental illness, her premeditated murder, and that she has been sent to prison, requesting that the school expel her."

The night when Ning Xia was hit, the offending vehicle was Ye Mingzhu's beloved car. Evidence of Ye Mingzhu getting into the car was photographed by a journalist, and in addition, Ye Mingzhu once threatened that she would never forgive anyone who dared to steal her man.

Mo Zhu Xun and all the police have already identified Ye Mingzhu.

Who allowed her to be the proudest, most untouchable pearl in the city's palm?

Who allowed her to own a world-limited Lamborghini?

Who allowed her to be so terribly infatuated with Mo Zhu Xun and persist in her crazy pursuit?

Mo Zhu Xun lit a cigar, placing it on his lips, the lingering smoky haze hiding his cruel eyes. Through the white smoke, he seemed to see outside the mansion, a slender figure kneeling on the ground, her back erect, and her pale face still unable to conceal her pride and stubbornness.

He took a deep puff, his slender fingertips tightly clenching the cigar.

Ye Mingzhu, the pain you caused Ning Xia, I will take it back from you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, a millionfold. …

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