Chapter 305: Chapter 305

After a round of hitting, Wan Chu’er released Zhuo Yao’s hair, and Zhuo Yao fell to the ground, feeling her face both painful and numb.

She lay on the ground, took a moment to recover, and the pain became more intense; the fear she had just felt from the beating turned into fierceness and unwillingness.

Why did she have to suffer from such unfair treatment!

In middle school, she had better grades than Wan Chu’er and was recognized as the Goddess of the school. She was supposed to go to Beijing for university and have a glorious future.

But now, she was lying on the ground at the foot of Wan Chu’er, having ended up at a second-rate college while Wan Chu’er was high above her.

Why did Wan Chu’er, who used to be inferior to her, now surpass her in every way!

She should be the one stepping on Wan Chu’er!

Wan Chu’er looked down coldly at Zhuo Yao under her feet and said, "Zhuo Yao, I didn’t turn out bad as you wished. Disappointing, isn’t it?" Hearing this, Zhuo Yao suddenly raised her head, her eyes fiercely glaring at Wan Chu’er.

Wan Chu’er stepped on her back and stated firmly, "Even if you stare your eyes out, it’s useless. Let me tell you, I will only get better and better and leave you far behind, forever stepping on you. From now on, you can only look up to me from the ground ."

Forever being stepped on by Wan Chu’er?

Thinking of this possibility made Zhuo Yao’s heart feel like it was being fried, and she felt an unbearable urge to go mad.

Yan Hui quietly watched from the side, not making a sound, his expression as calm as before.

Zhuo Yao caught a glimpse of Yan Hui and screamed, "You see? This is how Wan Chu’er beats people. She is nothing but a shrew, a thug, completely shameless. I advise you to get away from her sooner rather than later."

Yan Hui smiled, "Whatever she’s like, I like her."

Zhuo Yao was so angry she almost spat blood.

Wan Chu’er stumbled, nearly falling onto Zhuo Yao. It was unclear whether Yan Hui was cooperating with her to intentionally anger Zhuo Yao or was just joking. Wan Chu’er withdrew her foot, contemptuously threw out a sentence: "Zhuo Yao, same words as before, every time I see you, I’ll beat you."

After saying that, she was about to stride away.

Watching the proud silhouette of Wan Chu’er and Yan Hui, who quickly followed, Zhuo Yao became frantic, shouting with all her strength:

"Wan Chu’er, you will not die a good death, just like your father, turned into a sacrificial item and sent away by others!"

Wan Chu’er, who had been striding forward, froze immediately, as if struck by a point acupoint technique, her mind thundering as if everything was being annihilated.

It took a moment before she felt her blood seemed to stop flowing, her limbs beginning to go numb.

Yan Hui was quite worried and reached out to pat Wan Chu’er’s shoulder.

"Chuchu, are you alright?"

This pat seemed to release the acupoint, and the immobilized Wan Chu’er suddenly turned around, dropping the phrase: "Don’t come over." In a blink of an eye, she rushed back to Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao only felt a pain on her scalp as Wan Chu’er fiercely grabbed her hair again.

"What did you just say? Repeat it for me." Wan Chu’er’s face filled with ferocity, as if she wanted to devour Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao was startled, "What...what are you doing?"

A loud slap sound echoed, Wan Chu’er coldly swung a slap across her face.

"Repeat what you just said!"

Zhuo Yao began to feel afraid, as Wan Chu’er now seemed like a demon from hell, utterly ferocious and brutal. Trembling, she said, "I was wrong...I..."

"Slap!" Another slap struck Zhuo Yao’s cheek, leaving a very clear red handprint.

"Say what you just said again!" Wan Chu’er nearly roared.

Zhuo Yao, frightened, covered her face and quickly said, "You...you’ll not die a good death, just like your father...sent to be sacrificed..." After saying this, she pleaded, "I was wrong, I was talking nonsense, don’t hit me."

But this time, Wan Chu’er didn’t hit her again. Zhuo Yao waited a moment without a reaction from Wan Chu’er, cautiously removing her hands, sneaking a peek at Wan Chu’er.

She saw Wan Chu’er standing there, stunned, her eyes vacant.

Zhuo Yao tried to move away, but her hair was still firmly grasped by Wan Chu’er.

Sensing Zhuo Yao’s movement, Wan Chu’er snapped back to reality. She coldly asked, "What do you mean my father was sent to be sacrificed? How do you know this?"

Her fist clenched right in front of Zhuo Yao’s eyes, as if one wrong word or silence from Zhuo Yao would provoke a punch.

Trembling, Zhuo Yao said, "I...I don’t know, I heard it when my father was drunk once...he said your father was used as a sacrifice, bled dry and then died...I pestered my father, but he said he heard it from others, he didn’t know anything else...that’s all I know, please let me go."

Wan Chu’er’s heart ached dully as she stared ferociously at Zhuo Yao, "Is there anything else you’re hiding from me?"

"No, nothing, really nothing else," Zhuo Yao sobbed regretfully, wondering why she had provoked Wan Chu’er, this madwoman. Frightened and sorrowful, she started crying.

Wan Chu’er asked again, "Where is your father now?"

Sobbing, Zhuo Yao replied, "My father... died in a car accident last year."

"...Never appear in front of me again." Wan Chu’er let go of Zhuo Yao’s hair, her whole body cold, expressionlessly walking forward.

As she passed Yan Hui, without any reaction from her, Yan Hui frowned, looked at Zhuo Yao who was sobbing, and then at Wan Chu’er, who seemed as if she’d lost all vitality in an instant.

He silently followed Wan Chu’er, not speaking, just accompanying her.

Wan Chu’er was dazed, a thought echoing endlessly in her mind: "Your father was used as a sacrifice, bled dry..."

She hoped it wasn’t true, but the remnants of her rationality told her it probably was.

Otherwise, why would they never tell her and Bai Zhixi the details of Wan Shiguo’s sacrifice? Why would the army have sent Jiang Kechu to look after them?

The military must feel guilty, possibly remorseful.

Yan Hui tried to talk to Wan Chu’er, but she couldn’t hear him at all, nor did she respond, completely immersed in her sadness.

Unawares, Wan Chu’er climbed to Phoenix Mountain, quietly sitting behind a large rock, her hands clasping her knees, her gaze blank.

Yan Hui sat nearby, his mood far from appreciating the scenery, watching Wan Chu’er intently, worried she might do something rash.

At that moment, Wan Chu’er was like a wounded little beast, hiding in a corner licking her wounds, lonely and desolate.

She looked so fragile and pitiful, stirring infinite sympathy in one’s heart.

Yan Hui heard what Zhuo Yao shouted; he wondered if Zhuo Yao or Wan Chu’er had said anything else.

Thinking it over, should he properly investigate this matter for Wan Chu’er? He could hardly bear seeing Wan Chu’er tormenting herself .

Pride should be Wan Chu’er’s demeanor.