Reborn to Redeem: Their Abusive Love-Chapter 89: Vent anger

Xu Si propped her chin up. "You get some rest and wait for me to go to the Wen Family. I’ll definitely avenge you."

But Wen Jiaojiao shook her head. "I want to take revenge myself."

No one took the matter of chopping someone seriously. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Wen Jiaojiao laid out her plan. "Tomorrow is my grandfather’s funeral. I’ll be discharged from the hospital, bring the recording pen and the police back with me, and have my second brother repeat the story of poisoning our grandfather. I’ve already had someone find the indirect evidence. If he dares to say it, we can confirm the case, and I dare to send him to prison. No matter how much money it takes, I’ll make sure he rots in jail. The family inheritance must be mine."

Heirs of powerful families all receive specialized training. Ambition to seize the family fortune isn’t considered taboo; it’s not shameful. In fact, failing to secure the inheritance is what’s truly embarrassing. Unless an heir can establish their own successful venture, growing it large and strong, they will become a subject of pity and ridicule in the public’s eye.

Xu Si blinked, watching Wen Jiaojiao regain her energy, and laughed out loud, "Good. I look forward to seeing that."

Wen Jiaojiao’s eyebrows arched. "But my third brother is a bit tricky. Asi, how long will you stay on Hong Kong Island? You’re not leaving, are you? Help me."

Xu Si nodded as a matter of course, tapping Wen Jiaojiao’s full forehead with her fingertip. "Of course, I’ll help you. I promised you before that I would watch you become the decision-maker of the Wen Family."

The friendship between the two hadn’t been built overnight. It was as rich and layered as a cream pastry, inseparable. They had promised each other to watch one another climb to greater heights and more distant horizons.

「That night.」

After repeatedly confirming Wen Jiaojiao was fine, Xu Si was finally urged by Wen Jiaojiao to return to Xu Mansion.

Butler Ge was in tears. He wasn’t oblivious to the danger. After Xu Si had received the note and disappeared for a month, he had been genuinely afraid that the sole heir of the Xu Family would lose her life.

Xu Si sat with him for a while, offering comfort, before hurrying upstairs to the study to sign the remaining documents.

That group of sleazy, smooth-talking business partners had been behaving themselves lately, causing no trouble. This was thanks to the large shipment of foreign steel Xu Si had imported. With these raw materials, Xu Si could discard them at any time.

Regarding her trip to the Underground City, she hadn’t come back entirely empty-handed. She just hadn’t brought back the photo she wanted; instead, she had another one.

In the photo, Pei Zhen was clearly in a dreadful state.

Xu Si held the photo, her gaze heavy as she studied it for a long while. The image of Pei Zhen, huddled in a cage and being injected, surfaced in her mind.

Only now did she have the energy to truly consider what that must have felt like. The despair of imminent death. Sorrow fiercely suppressed. A future forever unseen. Limbs locked in shackles. Every moment, inhuman torture.

Xu Si silently wiped the photo clean, her eyes dim. Her clean, slender hand pulled a Bible from the bookshelf, flipped to a page, and placed the photo inside.

She leaned back in the soft chair, her eyes welling with tears.

I should go to the Underground City again later, she thought. Once I’m done with everything, I’ll go find him. To genuinely try to like him, just once—that would be the responsible thing to do. There’s nothing wrong with Pei Zhen; I’ve been the one resisting. Now that we’ve done the most intimate things, our supposed kinship feels like a sham. I no longer want to deceive my own heart. The truth is, I’m also attracted to him and want to be closer.

Just as she was thinking this, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Xu Si’s brow twitched. She picked up the receiver and held it to her ear without speaking. The person on the other end spoke first.

It was a familiar voice, its tone lazy and ethereal, laced with a faint trace of amusement. "What did that guy in the floral shirt do to you on the ship? Why did you kick him into the sea?"