Chapter 3

His words were emotionless yet rational. It was as if the person in front of him was a stranger. It did not matter if the person was alive or dead as it would not affect him anyway.

Xu Yi had known Ye Shaotang for five years and she had never seen him smile.

She asked the doctor, “Who’s been here after she died?”

The doctor looked at Xu Yi. His eyes expressed sympathy. “You and President Ye are the first people to come to visit Miss An.”

So An Xin has been dead for three days, and no one from the An Family came to see her?

“We should go,” Ye Shaotang reminded her coldly.

Xu Yi looked at An Xin on the single hospital bed and shook her head. “You go ahead. I want to stay here for a while.”

Give her some time. Perhaps she could figure out what was going on.

Ye Shaotang would not allow Xu Yi to stay in the mortuary alone, but he would not stay here with her either.

The limited patience he had for her because of her best friend’s death had run dry because of her stubbornness.

“Xu Yi, I don’t have time to fool around with you. Come with me.”

“I said, I want to stay here alone.”

Xu Yi was not as obedient as before. Her voice was firm.

Ye Shaotang chuckled in his heart. What now? This woman was trying to reason with him after she faked her death? And she was even trying to act like a brat with him?

Without saying anything, he pulled Xu Yi’s hand and dragged her outside. Despite An Xin’s struggles and fusses, she was still brought back to the hospital room by Ye Shaotang and thrown onto the bed.

“Ye Shaotang, are you crazy?” An Xin flung his hand away and pushed him hard. “My best friend is dead. Can’t I stay with her for a while?”

Ye Shaotang scoffed and smirked slightly. “Xu Yi, aren’t you the person who wants her dead the most?”

“What do you mean?”

What did he mean by ‘the person who wants her dead the most’?

Ye Shaotang did not want to talk about this, but looking at Xu Yi’s pretentious innocent face, it angered him. He grabbed Xu Yi’s chin and said in a low voice, "You don't have to fake your death just to see me. Xu Yi, your best friend won't die if you did not do this."

Xu Yi wanted to say no, but there were disdain and ridicule in Ye Shaotang’s eyes. His gaze was as sharp as an arrow, piercing into her heart.

She felt injustice when she thought about the time when Xu Yi was obedient and docile in front of Ye Shaotang.

This man had forced An Xin to her death.

She lifted her hand and peeled his hand away from her chin. She stood up and looked at Ye Shaotang confidently, “From this day on, I am not the Xu Yi that loves you.”

This must be an act from God, and he had sent the feisty An Xin to seek revenge for Xu Yi.

Since she was in Xu Yi’s body, she would live for her. No one could bully her anymore.

This included Ye Shaotang!

Ye Shaotang’s eyes reflected Xu Yi’s confident face. He was startled. This woman seemed different.

He wanted to see what this woman was up to.

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When they left the hospital, she did not change out of her hospital gown.

Xu Yi was extremely clear-headed when she walked on the road that was so hot it could cook an egg. Even though the people from the An Family were heartless, but now, she was heading to the Xu Family.

The philanthropist couple that was extremely famous in A City.

On the way from the hospital to the Xu Mansion, she kept replaying the things the Xu Family did to Xu Yi.

Cypress trees were planted in front of the Xu Mansion. During this period of the season, they look extremely lively. Even the air was filled with the smell of the pine leaves.

The pale white European style mansion was at the end of the lane with the cypress trees. It looked clean and lavish. The water droplets from the fountain in front of the door were reflecting light. At the back, two flights of stairs led to the mansion.

If Ye Shaotang’s existence was the reason for An Xin’s rebirth, then the members of the Xu Family was the principle of her coming back to life.

She had to seek revenge from those people who wanted her dead.

“Second miss, you’re back.”

The family was eating in the mansion and looked up upon hearing the servant’s greeting.

Xu Yi could see the cracked expression on Zhao Yamei’s face. It was an expression of surprise that slowly turned into anger. It could be understood as throwing the helve after the hatchet.