Chapter 302: Chapter 302: If You’re Going to Die, Die Thoroughly

Suddenly, Little Dumpling, who was previously all smiles, had her eyes brimming with tears.

She was wailing and crying, shouting that her godmother was covered in blood.

“Wah–godmother looks so pitiful!”

Su Ting felt as if a hand had violently seized his heart; the child’s crying made his face turn deathly pale.

“Nuonuo, be good, don’t cry.”

Lu Xining quickly picked up her daughter from her seat, glanced out of the corner of her eye at Little Dumpling’s innocent blinking, and couldn’t help but smile helplessly in her heart, playing along to comfort her.

The child clenched tightly onto her chest, burying her face in Lu Xining’s embrace, with her shoulders trembling continuously and her voice choked with sobs.

Ming Yuan often used to hold Little Dumpling while practicing lines and taught her how to cry in a way that looked more sorrowful to onlookers.

Lu Nuonuo was now using all the acting skills her godmother had taught her on Su Ting.

She slightly tilted her head, stole a quick glance at the man’s ominously dark expression, and then hurriedly buried her face back into her mother’s bosom, completely forgetting that the video call she had sneakily made had already connected.

Lu Xining patted her child’s back, her voice cool and detached, “If you want to take revenge for Qin Xueyuan, then come at me.”

“I, Lu Xining, am laying it out here today!”

“Every stitch of Ming Yuan’s wound, I will claim back from Qin Xueyuan, one by one.”

Take a step back for a broader view of the world?

No, stepping back would only lead to building up a mass of pent-up frustration.

On the other end of the children’s smartwatch video call, Ji Muye remained silent.

From the moment Su Ting began to accuse Lu Xining of taking out her anger on others, his video call had already been connected.

From the perspective of an observer, Ji Muye clearly heard his friend’s defense of Qin Xueyuan, along with the disregard for his wife Ming Yuan, who had not yet officially obtained a divorce certificate, feeling as if he was placed in an ice cellar.

Because of a similar incident between him, Lu Xining, and Liu Xixi not so long ago.

Or perhaps the divorce from two years ago, or even shortly after their marriage seven years prior…

Ji Muye stood at an open window, letting the cold northern wind howl at him, as he lifted his gaze to the vast snow in the distance.

After seeing his friend’s stubborn insistence on obtaining justice for Qin Xueyuan.

He finally understood what Lu Xining had felt back then.

It was at this moment that Ma Sai pointed to the hands on the watch, reminding him that it was time.

Ji Muye had already noticed earlier that his daughter had turned off the video call microphone, so she couldn’t hear anything he said.

He hung up the video call and dialed Su Ting’s phone directly.

Su Ting, who was caught in guilt, glanced at the mother and daughter across from him when he saw his friend’s call.

As soon as the call connected, he heard Ji Muye’s voice, devoid of any emotion.

“Su Ting, don’t lay a finger on them.”

The whistling sound of the wind invaded the gaps in the receiver, its chilling tone mingling with his detached voice before reaching the man’s ears.

Su Ting was annoyed.

He truly wanted to just shout at him: With the eloquence of your ex-wife and daughter, what could I possibly do to them?

While Su Ting was on the phone, Lu Xining got into the car with her daughter.

If they didn’t leave now, they would miss today’s flight.

As for Su Ting’s retaliation?

Ever since she decided to shoulder the matter of Ming Yuan herself, she had never been afraid.

“I haven’t even finished speaking yet, you two…”

Just as Su Ting was about to get into the car to chase after them, he heard earth-shattering news from Ji Muye.

“Qin Xuexin is not dead.”

Ji Muye’s words left Su Ting dumbfounded, his voice filled with disbelief.

“What are you saying? Impossible! I witnessed Xuexin’s cremation with my own eyes; how could she not be dead!”

It was all because Ming Yuan just had to intrude into the hospital and spout nonsense in front of Qin Xuexin, leading to the worsening of her condition.

Ji Muye had always had people protecting Lu Xining and her daughter, and when he noticed someone sneaking around them, he had someone investigate.

Little did he expect that this investigation would unveil an enormous lie.

Behind the man was a vast snowy forest.

He needs to challenge his physical limits and cross through another snow forest up ahead to qualify.

Watching time slip away minute by second, Ma Sai had to come over and remind him again, “President Ji, time’s up, we need to hurry in and meet up with the main force.”

If they don’t leave now, they won’t be able to reach the other side within the designated time.

The sky was already gradually darkening; if one truly had to spend a night in such icy and snowy conditions, the human body simply couldn’t withstand it.

“You’ll know if you check it yourself, some things require a discerning eye to see.”

“Su Ting, regret… it’s truly worthless.”

After ending the call, Ji Muye took the last moments to send a voice message to Little Dumpling.

His sharp and cold eyes became even lonelier as he gazed into the vast expanse of white snow ahead.

Outside the old house, hearing that Ji Muye had hung up without explaining anything, Su Ting immediately redialed, only to find that the number was already out of service.

He said in exasperation, “What is this man going crazy for!”

It’s already too late to chase after Lu Xining now; he can only deal with Qin Xueyuan’s negative news first.

Back in his car, the words Ji Muye had said echoed again in Su Ting’s ears.

His hand slammed down on the steering wheel fiercely, the sharp horn sound tearing through the silence surrounding the old house.

His mind full of the bombarding news that Xuexin hadn’t died, caused him an on-and-off headache. How is it possible, how could she not be dead?

He had personally seen her heartbeat turn into a flat line, and he had gone with her family to the crematorium.

If she hadn’t died, then what was all the punishment he had doled out to Ming Yuan these years?

Ming Yuan, over a hundred needles…

Su Ting’s pupils contracted, he couldn’t bear to imagine how she, who was so afraid of pain, had endured it all.

He pressed the throttle hard, driving straight to Jingzhou Airport, and had his secretary book the fastest flight to Country C.

Lu Nuonuo, who was already at the airport, skillfully converted the voice message from her cheap dad into text.

Then she realized she couldn’t read at all!

Little Dumpling had no choice but to play the voice message.

[Nuonuo, uncle is out of town now, wait for uncle to come back and teach him a lesson.]

Lu Xining also heard Ji Muye’s voice.

Long before Little Dumpling thought she was sneakily making a video call, she had already seen her little trick but said nothing.

After listening, Little Dumpling nodded her head in satisfaction.

Her cheap dad’s friend, of course, has to be dealt with cleanly by cheap dad himself.

This bad uncle not only bullied the godmother but also was mean to her mom.

If she weren’t just two years old now, only able to reach his knee even if she jumped, she would definitely rush to defend her mom and godmother.

[The flight to Yun City is about to take off…]

The broadcast was already announcing.

Lu Xining walked forward with her daughter in one arm and a phone in her other hand.

She scanned through the photos and information in the email on her phone with a single glance, the coldness in her eyes deepening.

Indeed, Qin Xuexin had faked her own death!

She had set up this whole scheme herself.

Trapping Ming Yuan in a cage woven of love and guilt.

For a full four years.

More than two years ago, in a foreign land, she had seen that Ming Yuan who was as thin as a piece of paper.

She had suffered enormous psychological and physiological pressure.

While on one hand, Qin Xuexin kept her sister by Su Ting’s side, continuously reminding him that her life was ruined by Ming Yuan who admired him. On the other hand, she was enjoying a lush life watered with Ming Yuan’s blood in a foreign land.

The plane soared into the sky.

Lu Xining held her already sleeping daughter in her arms, her palm gently patting her back.

Only after Little Dumpling had fallen asleep did she turn her head to look at the clouds outside the window.

…Since you’re so fond of death, might as well be thorough with it.