Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress Chapter 1644 - I Will Have You Carry Your Sins in an Agony Worse Than Death

Chapter 1644: I Will Have You Carry Your Sins in an Agony Worse Than Death

A husband having an extramarital affair. His mistress getting pregnant with his child. Enduring domestic abuse. Suffering a miscarriage and profuse bleeding such that one was at the brink of death. To most people, anyone who experienced all these would be worthy of pity and sympathy.
But in Ning Shuqian’s case, as pitiful as she was now, she completely deserved it.
Wen Xinya couldn’t help thinking about her own mother who had died from a miscarriage. Her mother had also been lying in a pool of blood, slowly bleeding to death. If she had been quickly hospitalized, the Korean-Chinese Alliance would not have dared to so audaciously take her mother’s life.
Although her mother’s life had been in danger, she might have still been saved.
It was a simple case of lack of medical treatment that had stolen her mother’s life. The truth had been buried for nearly 20 years.
Now, Ning Shuqian had been abused by Wen Haowen and miscarried as a result. She had lost a lot of blood and her life was in danger!
As if destined, Ning Shuqian had repeated her mother’s devastating pain. This was probably what karma looked like.
Wen Xinya walked leisurely into Ning Shuqian’s ward. The room was a mess with torn pieces of photos scattered all over the bed and floor. One could more or less see that those photos held images of Wen Haowen and Yang Ziyu.
Ning Shuqian was sitting on the bed in a daze and slowly lifted her head at the sound of footsteps.
When she noticed the figure approaching her was Wen Xinya, her expression immediately turned malevolent. She shouted in a malicious voice, “Wen Xinya, what are you doing here? Get lost. You are not welcomed. Get lost, get lost, get lost…”
Ning Shuqian was very agitated.
She knew Wen Xinya had come to the hospital just to mock her and revel in her misery.
Now that she had fallen into such a wretched and pathetic state, the one person she didn’t want to see was Wen Xinya.
“You are truly an ungrateful woman. I was the one who saved your life. If not for me, would you be here now shouting at me?”
Wen Xinya made her way slowly to the front of the bed. She peered down in disdain at the pathetic Ning Shuqian. Wen Haowen’s affair, Yang Ziyu’s pregnancy, Ning Shuqian’s miscarriage from domestic violence—all that had tormented Ning Shuqian into a state that was worse than death.
Within a short period of time, she had become extremely thin while her hair had turned brittle and tangled. Her face had a yellowed cast and was covered in wrinkles and age spots. Dark eyes peered out woodenly from sunken sockets. With her pallid complexion and wretched countenance, she looked just like a female ghost.
Wen Xinya could still recall the time when she had just returned to the Wen Family—Ning Shuqian’s expensive clothing, flawless makeup, and arrogant airs. She had looked like a true-blue privileged wife of a wealthy family. Sitting on the sofa, Ning Shuqian’s eyes had been like knives, sharply scrutinizing the dirty and pathetic-looking Wen Xinya.
Ning Shuqian widened her eyes. “What are you talking about? Save me? Are you that kind?”
Ning Shuqian glared viciously at her.
She thought it was her venomous words against Wen Haowen that had successfully spurred him to save her.
Now it looked like things were not what they seemed.
Wen Xinya smirked as a cold, mocking light flashed across her eyes. “Of course I am not that kind. I just want you alive and suffering. To have you carry your sins, your agony, and your despair. To have you regret and repent for all that you have done.”
She fixed Ning Shuqian with a chilly stare.
Her eyes were as sharp as blades and filled with cold malevolence.
Ning Shuqian shivered involuntarily. She glared back at Wen Xinya with dark eyes. “Wen Xinya, you bitch…”
She scolded under her breath.
Ning Shuqian’s cheeks were suddenly pinched between two fair, slender fingers. Wen Xinya slowly bent over and stared coldly into her eyes. “Ning Yuya got addicted to drugs and is walking around like a corpse. You suffered a miscarriage and nearly lost your life. Don’t you think this is karma? Doesn’t revenge just taste so sweet?”
Wen Xinya’s fingers might be slender, but they were very strong. It looked like she wanted to tear Ning Shuqian’s face apart.
Her eyes were as cold and harsh as icicles.
“Let go… let go of me…”
Ning Shuqian averted her eyes as if she didn’t dare to meet Wen Xinya’s gaze. Mo Yunyao’s death and her multiple attempts to use drugs to harm Wen Xinya kept echoing inside her mind.
She felt rather frantic now.
Wen Xinya’s frosty face started blurring before Ning Shuqian’s eyes, the image kept morphing to and fro between Mo Yunyao’s malicious countenance and Wen Xinya’s bloodthirsty features.
“Ning Shuqian, there’s a phrase that suits you very well: You reap what you sow!”
Although she was the one behind Ning Shuqian’s current dire straits, Ning Shuqian herself had chosen to go down this path. Wen Xinya was just a guide directing Ning Shuqian toward the cliff at the end of this road.
In this second chance at life, she wanted to be a daughter whom her Mum could be proud of. A granddaughter whom her Grampy could take comfort in. She wanted to make amends for all the shame and guilt that she had brought upon her Mum and Grampy during her previous life.
So, she was not the kind of person who would resort to underhanded tricks for vengeance. Her revenge on all those who had harmed her and her Grampy had been achieved by upright means that were aboveboard. She had carried out her revenge step by step, driving them all into hell.
Ning Shuqian’s eyes filled with panic. Mo Yunyao’s elegant but woeful face appeared before her and she screamed. “Mo Yunyao, you bitch. What are you so smug about? You couldn’t even keep hold of your husband. You are the most pathetic woman on earth. Do you know how Wen Haowen talks of you? He said you are boring and dull, and a cold fish in bed. You pretend to be a chaste martyr, but in reality, you are just a common little wretch!”
Her voice was sharp and strident.
Ning Shuqian looked completely insane and her face was full of venomous hatred.
Rage surged up in Wen Xinya’s heart. She never understood why her calm, proud Mum would suddenly suffer a miscarriage just because of Wen Haowen and Ning Shuqian’s provocation.
Now, she finally got her answer.
No one could endure such vicious curses, not to mention a mother who had such a genteel upbringing by Grampy.
Ning Shuqian had already gone completely insane. The features of the person before her once again morphed back into Wen Xinya’s disdainful face. “Wen Xinya, you deserve to die for doing this to me. You will go straight to hell. You will get your just desserts…”
Wen Xinya stared dispassionately at Ning Shuqian’s crazed behavior.
She remembered how Ning Shuqian had gone berserk during her coming-of-age ceremony. Grandpa Du had diagnosed Ning Shuqian, saying she had a mental breakdown and that it was the first signs of hysteria. Apart from Grandpa Du’s own secret methods, it was very difficult to treat such an illness.
It was obvious that although Ning Shuqian had undergone treatment then, it failed to resolve the root of the illness, and it was once again being triggered.
“I will not get retribution, but it is obvious that you have gotten yours.”
At that, Wen Xinya turned and left.
There was no need for her to argue with a crazy person.