At that moment, Lin Wan's headache was so intense that it felt like her chest would explode from the fury and resentment boiling inside her. Yet, she didn't continue arguing with them, realizing it would be pointless. If she wanted to find someone to blame, she needed to go to the source and uncover the mastermind behind all of this. What had once been overwhelming sorrow, making her want to disappear, had now turned into pure, burning anger, She couldn't let Wang Xiao die in vain, and she couldn't just watch the murderer get away with it. She refused. So, despite her exhaustion, she fought to control her trembling legs, clenching her fists to keep them from shaking, and faced the mastermind head-on.
Though Lin Wan was furious, she stopped just an inch away from Chen Jin. She fought to suppress the overwhelming hate within her, standing above him, her chest rising and falling as she adjusted her breath before speaking. "You mean those ridiculous, worthless papers?" She sneered, her voice dropping to a low tone. "Those are just poorly acted performances by a bunch of bought clowns. The truth is the truth. Money can't buy people to rewrite it."
Chen Jin's eyes narrowed slightly. He expected this fiery girl to lash out again, throwing a tantrum. He had no tolerance for unreasonable women. He was not the kind of man who prided himself on never laying a hand on a woman. He valued efficiency, decisive action, and swift resolution. He always believed that people who caused trouble should be subdued by force, and his actions so far had proven that. The red marks on her arms were proof enough. If she dared to scratch his face, he would make sure she didn't succeed, and if necessary, he would bind her.
But when Lin Wan charged toward him like a wild bull, then suddenly stopped, he couldn't help but think, women were always like that—so fragile. Then, hearing her heavy breathing so close to him, he noticed her clenched fists, knowing she was trying desperately to control herself. He couldn't help but feel a little amused.
After listening to her sarcastic words, Chen Jin lazily stood up, a slight smile on his face. He even leaned down slightly, locking his gaze on her trembling lips from her anger. In a seemingly innocent tone, he said, "Miss Lin, are you belittling the effectiveness of law enforcement agencies? Believe me, I'm just an ordinary citizen, a law-abiding citizen, without the ability to alter the truth."
It sounded like sarcasm. Ordinarily? Law-abiding? Magic? Altering the truth? Lin Wan listened carefully, finally realizing the warning in his words.
"And as for this report," Chen Jin continued, his voice smooth, "you may not believe it, but as long as others do, it's enough."
"You're shameless," Lin Wan couldn't hold back her fury, cursing at him.
The man, who had been speaking with a seemingly persuasive tone, was suddenly interrupted. His expression changed sharply, and his hand moved faster. He grabbed her slender wrist just as her hand was about to slap his face. Despite this, she still managed to scratch his skin, leaving a faint mark on his tan skin. Even though his thick skin barely noticed the pain, it was still enough to make him flinch.
Lin Wan couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction, despite him taking revenge on her in a subtle way, pinching her wrist painfully. She tried to pry his fingers off with her other hand, but it was futile. She kicked at him again, but her canvas shoes left only faint prints on his legs, unable to do any real damage.
Chen Jin, now genuinely irritated, was not one to waste time with such people. He wasn't the type to indulge in childish antics. He was a man who got things done. He almost forgot that he had softened a little earlier because of her tragic situation, but now it was clear she was playing tricks on him, nearly causing him to get hurt. How infuriating.
His expression grew darker, his demeanor turning cold and menacing, as if he had become a ruler from hell. Even Lin Wan, struggling to fight him off, stopped in her tracks, intimidated by the overwhelming pressure he exuded.
Chen Jin didn't want to waste any more time. After forcing her arm away, he snarled, "Enough. I've said what I needed to say. I don't have time for this nonsense."
Lin Wan, still dazed, looked at him with wide eyes, her tear-filled gaze resembling a frightened deer. He sneered coldly, lowering his voice as he said, "It looks like Miss Lin isn't emotionally stable. If needed, I can recommend a good rehabilitation center for you."
He smirked and threw her a long, meaningful glance before turning to leave.
It was a threat. A blatant one. Lin Wan snapped back to reality, ignoring the dull ache in her wrist. She shouted after his retreating figure, "Chen! You'd better listen. I won't let you get away with this, nor your murderous brother!"
Chen Jin, already halfway out of the door, turned back, his lips curling into a dismissive smile. His voice was dripping with sarcasm, "Good. I'll be waiting." With that, he arrogantly walked away.
Lin Wan stood there, frozen. After a long while, the burning pain in her wrist reminded her of reality. She looked down to see a dark bruise forming around her wrist, and the long-suppressed grief and frustration finally poured out in an uncontrollable flood of tears. She stood there, wiping her tears with her left hand, but as soon as she wiped them away, more tears came. Eventually, exhausted, she sank to the floor and buried her head in her knees, crying silently.
A young nurse walked by, startled by the sound, and peeked into the room. She saw the young girl curled up, her shoulders shaking with each sob, crying as if her heart had broken. The nurse, still new to her job and not yet numb to the constant death and suffering in the hospital, felt a pang of sympathy. She wanted to go in and offer comfort, but felt unsure of her place. The girl seemed to need to cry out—sometimes, letting it all out was the only way to heal.
At that moment, a woman in her fifties, haggard and with red eyes, walked down the corridor. She approached the nurse and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a young woman in a white dress with long hair?"
The nurse paused for a moment, then pointed toward the room. "Is it her?"
"Wan…" The woman's voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes once more.