Shen Weiwan was dead.
She died on her 28th birthday.
Reflecting on her life, it was truly a joke.
The father she respected, selling his daughter for glory;
The sister she loved so dearly, stepping on her to rise in rank;
The fiance she deeply loved, using her as a pawn, deceiving her for a full ten years.
When her utilitarian value was completely consumed, they showed their true colors.
It was then that she realized, her two young children, were both sent to their graves by these people.
For a full year, she was imprisoned in the basement, disfigured, bled dry, humiliated, and tortured until she was unrecognizable.
Finally, she was discarded like a worn-out shoe, thrown into an abandoned factory outside the city, and perished in a great fire.
She lived her life for the Shen family and Wen Zhihan, through life and death, but they all wished for her death!
"I can't accept this! I can't accept this!"
The fire, as red as blood, mixed with thick smoke, whipped by high winds, was set to engulf the entire factory.
Explosions echoed in the air, intermixed with the mournful screams of Shen Weiwan.
"Weiwan!"
A chillingly urgent cry echoed, pulling Shen Weiwang back from the brink of dissolution.
Her eyes widened, staring aghast at the man in the wheelchair moving it hastily, risking the rapidly advancing flames to desperately propel himself towards her.
Fu Jiuye?
"No! Don't come over!"
Shen Weiwang shouted in fear, but Fu Jiuye couldn't hear her.
Why...why was he coming?
The wheelchair was soon engulfed entirely by the flames.
Fu Jiuye tumbled harshly onto the ground, dust smudging his face. His legs were utterly useless and he could do nothing but creep towards Shen Weiwang. Sparks from the ground engrave injuries across his body,
His stern face bared a softness that twinkled in his eyes like broken stars.
"Why? Why did you come?" Shen Weiwang asked, bewildered.
At the charred body in front of him, every inch of Fu Jiuye was burnt up. He breathed faintly, completely drained of energy.
Shen Weiwang's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears.
Fu Jiuye, the terror of the business world, the proud and unrivaled head of the Fu family...
Right now, he sat on the ground, gingerly cradling the charred body in his arms.
Tears streamed down his face.
Even when confronted with death, this powerful and noble man had never shown any signs of emotion or shed a tear…
But now, he was…crying for her.
Fu Jiuye, when had he ever been so distressed and overwhelmed before?!
"Wanwan…"
Fu Jiuye picked her burned body up, his heart filled with despair:
"I'm sorry, I was too late."
Shen Wanwan's soul floated in the air, took a look at him, and started to cry out loud
"Leave quickly! Run! If you don't, you'll die too!"
Shen Wanwan's heart-wrenching cry, however, couldn’t reach Fu Jiuye's ears. He lay there, holding her in the middle of the fire, his gaze empty but his heart content.
Tears of blood streamed from Shen Wanwan's eyes: "Did you know, they wanted to use me to kill you?"
"Did you know, I leaked the secrets of your company?"
"Do you know everyone close to you died because of me?"
"Ninth Master, don't you hate me?!"
Ever since she knew him, she was always against him, constantly scheming against him.
She ruined his life, destroyed his career, and ultimately destroyed him.
Even her death was exploited to kill him.
Shouldn't he be hating her to the core, wishing to flay her skin, drain her blood, gnaw on her bones?
Why did he still come to save her?
Everyone whom she loved had betrayed her. Yet, she never expected that the one really protecting her at the time of her death would be Fu Jiuye, whose life she had ruined.
Fu Jiuye seemed to have heard her words. Despite his cold and hoarse voice, he reassured her warmly, "It's okay, Wanwan, I know everything. I don't blame you."
Shen Wanwan was taken aback. She almost forgot that Fu Jiuye of the past was the renowned Master Jiuye of Wencheng.
Even with a limp, he was still a figure not to be underestimated.
The only reason she could steal secret information from him must have been because he allowed it.
So, he merely watched as she destroyed everything he had?!
Shen Wanwan could not help but sob.
She was indeed in the wrong.
She had genuinely misplaced her trust, causing Fu Jiuye to lose everything.
As Fu Jiuye's consciousness started to wane, his hand still held onto the body unyieldingly, "Wanwan, I love you..."
Shen Wanwan reached out her hand, her weak spirit passed through Fu Jiuye's face in despair, grieving tragically, "I'm sorry... Master Jiuye, if there is a next life... I will not fail you again."