Mrs Fox Heinous Revenge: Can You Love A Villainess like Me?-Chapter 297: End of Anger
AiLin left Grandmother LinLin’s room with a momentary daze. Her head were up in the clouds as she stared at the dark sky outside, noting the pond from the hall she walked from seemed so deep in this nighttime.
YueLan followed her quietly, wondering what had occurred inside the room but decided to stay quiet, knowing that from the solemn expression in AiLin’s face that there were emotions she still couldn’t sort out, still trying to understand.
"It’s difficult to hate someone," AiLin whispered while she stopped right near best view to see the moon shining upon the pond, "Especially when you are someone who always has a difficult time of hating a person, to hate takes a whole lot from you more than you think."
YueLan smiled, "I don’t know about that. I find it easier to hate someone than to love."
"You do," she repeated with a quiet understanding. "But sometimes that is good. I don’t want anyone to be as foolish as me, staying quiet while waiting for the person who had hurt her to change. A foolish girl who would decide her expression after seeing whether her parents seemed happy or unhappy."
"That just shows how pure of a heart you have," YueLan smiled from the reflection on the mirror, "I think people would have chosen to hate Mr and Mrs Jiang long before that but the fact that you didn’t speak of your kind nature. Once this all ends, I hope your heart doesn’t have to keep on hating."
"I hope too," AiLin left the hall, walking toward the party hall with a servant who seemed to have rushed to show her the way with such exaggerated politeness.
Once she had entered the party, everyone’s eyes were on her.
AiLin didn’t particularly came for the party, she thought she would leave early. But she didn’t mind the gazes that were now thrown to her. They weren’t deliberate or full of anger and hatred, instead it was envy and concern, as though they were now fearing for their life.
And she liked that. She liked the idea of being feared by these people, the very same who had mocked her.
Jiang NianNian and Mrs Jiang was standing beside each other, glaring angrily at her but she had looked back at their eyes, smiling softly before picking a glass from the waiter beside her, raising it toward them high as though cheering from afar before taking a gulp down her throat.
This action only unnerved them even more but AiLin pretended to see none of it and turned around.
"Odd that MengYao isn’t here," she muttered on her own when YueLan noted the emptiness as well. "Should I follow him?"
AiLin felt that she should say yes but that could endanger her and that would worry her beloved. So she shook her head, "No, let’s just wait for what he wanted to do. His target has always been me and since now his precious position is taken right under his nose, I could tell that he’s going to find a way to erase my existence for good."
YueLan was immediately on his toes, ready to see through what was about to happen tonight. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
As the party swelled with chatter, AiLin became the quiet center of it all. Rumors had spread like wildfire— Grandmother LinLin had left her the lion’s share of the inheritance and so, like moths to flame, people flocked. Their smiles were wide, their voices sickly sweet, dripping with the kind of false fondness AiLin remembered all too well.
Once, these very people had sneered at her, mocked her as though cruelty were sport. Tonight, they tried to drape her in flattery.
AiLin only smiled— thin, unreadable— and lifted her glass. She neither encouraged nor dismissed them, simply let their words fall into silence as if they were unworthy of notice. One by one, their enthusiasm faltered, until the crowd melted away, unwilling to endure the sting of being ignored.
It was exactly as she wanted.
Her gaze, however, remained fixed on the stage. Grandmother LinLin had promised her one final gift— a parting blow meant to put Mrs. Jiang in her grave socially, to strip her of her mask and leave her exposed before all of Shanghai’s elite.
The last nail in the coffin. AiLin wanted— no, needed— to see it with her own eyes.
But when the host finally walked out, AiLin sat up straighter. His face wasn’t flushed with the cheer of festivity, nor lined with solemnity to mark some carefully planned announcement. It was pale —chalk-white— and tight with panic. His hand trembled as he clutched the microphone, his other arm jerking toward the corridor where Grandmother LinLin should have emerged.
"I—" His voice cracked. He swallowed hard, stammering. "I need... I need help. The ma— madam... she— she isn’t waking. She isn’t moving. Her heartbeat—"
He stopped, throat closing around the word he couldn’t force out.
The silence that fell was suffocating. AiLin’s fingers froze on the stem of her glass. A shiver passed through the crowd like a ripple through still water, as everyone in the room silently finished the thought the host could not bring himself to speak.
Dropping the glass from her hand, AiLin jumped on her feet. She ran to the place where the host had pointed out, her heart racing in a mix of emotion she couldn’t really figure out. Whether it was shock, sadness, or something deeper than sorrow.
Once she had arrived on the door, she saw Grandmother LinLin’s head tilted to the left, her expression serene with a soft smile despite the fact that she had died.
It was an expression of a woman who seemed sure that she had put everything to an end, that she shouldn’t bear embarrassment anymore for the things she had failed to do before.
"No," AiLin whispered while everyone else pulled her back, yelling that no one should touch the body as it’s possible that Grandmother LinLin had been killed.
Killed?
Although in confusion, she wasn’t deaf.
She heard it loud and clear.
Her head snapped toward the people in that party and immediately noticed that in it was Jiang MengYao who had walked beside Mrs Jiang and NianNian as though he was never gone.
