Zhao Xian realized that they could no longer contain it; hence, without hesitation, she pursed her lips and said, “Well, my daughter... She has nothing to do with it. But I do.”

“Mum...” Fu Jia tried to pull her back.

Zhao Xian turned and smiled broadly; she patted Fu Jia and said, “I'll be fine. Don't you worry, silly. I'll be back home in no time.”

“But, mum...”

“Xian...”

Fu Zhenghui wanted to say something, but Zhao Xian only glared at him with her icy cold eyes. She then followed the officers into the police car.

It never came across Fu Zhenghui's mind that Zhao Xian would sacrifice herself for Jia.

After the police left, Fu Jia kicked the luggage aside and stared icily at Fu Zhenghui. “I hate you!” she yelled out of her stomach.

.....

In the hospital, Mu Tongrui's wish came true as she stayed in the same ward as Fu Lingye.

Due to the severe burns on Fu Lingye's back, he had to lay down on his belly while sleeping.

back

was in extreme

brows were crumpled all the time. She could not imagine how he managed to endure

to the unbearable pain that was burning on his back. He then realized that someone was watching him, so

to stare and

arms and put them on her shoulder. “It's late now. Why aren't you

Couldn't sleep,” she answered. “Oh, by the way, who kidnapped

Jia was behind this,”

in disbelief and taken aback. She had never thought that Fu

only thought that she dislikes me. There are tons of people who dislike me, which is normal. I couldn't please everyone. We have our own ways of doing things. But her hatred towards me

at Tongrui, “Neither do I. Even though Fu Jia has a bad temper, she wouldn't have the guts to kill

now. Will other people think that

Fu Jia, Han Ling, and even Xiao Ya, the one who abandoned Fu Lingye, were having the same

Lingye had his smoldering eyes locked at Tongrui and

“Huh?” she responded.

leaned closer

don't care what the others said. Even if you have taken

red. She could not

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