Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 471: Because of that disaster, the latter half of my life has been ruined
The memories of the past flooded her mind.
That lecherous, gaunt face, the terror and despair of being pinned down, the crashing body hitting the ground, and the ferocious pack of wolves...
An avalanche of memories broke free all at once. She felt an intense headache, as if countless needles were stabbing her, and finally succumbed to the pain, fainting.
"Where’s Jia Ming?" Ji Wei looked towards the window. Outside, the sky was nearing dusk—she had slept for so long.
"He’s fine, his foot doesn’t hurt anymore," Mary replied. Noticing her dry lips, she asked, "Mrs. Gu, would you like some water? I’ll get it for you."
"Thank you."
Mary stepped out. Ji Wei leaned against the headboard, her heart unable to calm down for a long while. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Those perilous moments from the past felt as vivid as if they had happened just yesterday. She kept thinking about that older boy.
Did he make it through safely?
Why did that face feel so unnervingly familiar, as if she’d seen it thousands of times...?
Another wave of excruciating pain surged in her head, preventing her from recalling further.
Ji Wei closed her eyes briefly.
If her memory was slowly coming back, perhaps one day she would remember everything from her childhood?
Just then, heated arguing erupted outside the door.
"Bring out the daughter of that cursed woman! It’s all her fault! My son turned into a fool because of her. And now she has the audacity to show her face here! Isn’t she afraid of being drowned in spit?"
"Shufen, calm down!"
"Why are you stopping me? If it weren’t for that woman back then bringing those men in black, how could my Jia Ming end up like this? His entire life is ruined!"
At the entrance, Grandma Li and another woman were locked in a furious argument.
Jia Ming was sitting on the ground, kicking his legs wildly and crying in anger.
The curious villagers had gathered again, surrounding the small courtyard in an impenetrable crowd. Daily life in this quiet village was ordinarily mundane, but Ji Wei’s appearance had stirred quite a commotion.
They were all eager to know the true identity of this extraordinary-looking woman with her well-dressed demeanor and her female bodyguard.
Ji Wei stepped out of the room and was immediately greeted by this chaotic scene.
Upon learning Ji Wei’s identity, the villagers’ gazes towards her shifted, filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.
"Mrs. Gu, why are you up?" Mary turned around in surprise.
Ji Wei gave her a faint smile, then calmly walked over to stand beside Grandma Li, her sharp gaze fixed on the domineering woman in front of her.
"You’re the daughter of that cursed woman?" Liu Shufen asked, hands on her hips, her stance full of aggression.
Though Ji Wei’s face was still pale, her composure remained unshaken. Her sharp eyes locked onto Liu Shufen’s, and she retorted firmly, "I don’t know who you’re calling cursed. Watch your words; don’t throw baseless accusations at people."
"Hah!" Liu Shufen let out a mocking laugh, as though she had just heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Look at that, everyone! See if the cursed woman’s daughter isn’t something special—so eloquent, isn’t she? Listen, girl, don’t lecture me about baseless or not. I’m just a village woman; I don’t have much education.
Because of that cursed woman, my entire later life is ruined, my son is now a fool, and you ought to take full responsibility!"
With that, Liu Shufen grabbed the wailing Jia Ming on the ground and shoved him in front of Ji Wei.
"Take a good look at Jia Ming. He’s already in his twenties, yet he acts like a child all day. He’s my only son. What do you expect me to do in the future? Survive on air?"
Ji Wei stared at Jia Ming, stunned.
Wasn’t Jia Ming mentally impaired from birth?
But judging by this woman’s words, his condition was caused by something... someone!
Ji Wei turned to Grandma Li with a questioning look.
Grandma Li’s face froze. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
