Chapter 222: He Baoyi’s Imprisonment

Chapter 222: He Baoyi's Imprisonment

Swiftly, the rumors were debunked by the police. It was revealed that Tang Fei had been abducted by someone with mental health issues. During the abduction, the kidnapper had an episode and ended up in a fierce fight with Tang Fei, both sustaining severe injuries. Presently, they were still mentally unstable and undergoing compulsory treatment in a psychiatric hospital.

In cases like these, where no harm was inflicted, the perpetrator might receive a light sentence due to their mental condition and questionable capacity to understand their actions.

However, Zhou Weichuan would be footing the bill for the compulsory treatment! The individual should be confined for life, away from causing any more harm!

Thanks to Tang Fei's witchcraft, even without her control, hallucinations plagued their minds, and they suffered from severe auditory hallucinations. Continuously, voices urged them to attack Xiao Fang and Xiao Zheng, and record the incidents.

In the hospital, they had to be restrained, for whenever they encountered each other, they would resort to violence or pretend to be filming. Occasionally, when they were lucid, they would scream about ghosts, claiming they were possessed.

Aggressive mental patients—such individuals could never be released back into society.

Despite the pleadings and pitiful display of the Xiao family, no one felt any sympathy for them.

After all, others had paid for their treatment. What right did they have to claim misery?

This was Tang Fei and Zhou Weichuan repaying evil with good, their virtuous glow illuminating the world. Yet, these victims still dared to claim they were suffering? They were fortunate not to be behind bars, receiving medical care instead. If those two mentally unstable individuals were released, they might even harm their parents, given their history of violence.

The revelation of the kidnappers' identities only led to more disdain. It was likely that they held a grudge against Tang Fei and sought revenge. Xiao Yuan had truly suffered – living in such a dysfunctional family for so many years must have been challenging for a normal person like her.

Not only did Xiao Yuan provide her parents with a retirement home in their hometown, but she also spared them the pain of witnessing her tragedy in the capital. Such filial piety, and yet she harbored no resentment.

It seemed that the kind-hearted were the ones who truly suffered. How could these shameless individuals always seem to come out on top?

As for He Baoyi, she was caught attempting to flee the country illegally on a smuggler's boat, using her underground connections to escape quietly.

Xing Le had hoped that He Baoyi would come to her aid, but it appeared that this was wishful thinking.

To He Baoyi, Xing Le was merely a cat in her arms, entertained when convenient, discarded when not.

Joy, A'Le.

He Baoyi only wanted to emphasize her own happiness, but whether she was truly happy or not, she wasn't sure.

Inciting kidnapping and being involved in underground dealings were already enough troubles for her to handle. Yet, as the police continued their investigation, Tang Fei's accident a year ago, along with He Baoyi's husband Zhao Zhizhong's death many years ago, began to resurface.

It was unbelievable when He Zhuhua came to visit her sister.

He Baoyi started by looking at her sister expressionlessly, but as she spoke, her emotions escalated into agitation and mania. Her face twisted in fury, and her whole body tensed up. The facade of an elite socialite crumbled, revealing the darkness within her: "Zhao Zhizhong hit me every day. He was bothered by my affection for Tang Song; it's all his fault. Killing Zhao Zhizhong was self-defense – he beat me, relentlessly. I spent half a year in the hospital! He even beat our child out of me! He deserves to die! He should rot in hell! There were issues with the Zhao family business, but they weren't my doing. His family has always had problems!"

When I took over, there was nothing I could do, Sister. I couldn't compete with those people, so I had to continue. If I stopped, I would lose the Zhao family, my wealth, and my power. I would have nothing!

"I can't bear children, but why can Tang Song?

"Why can he have a child with Ye Qing, who stole your best friend's boyfriend, while I can never have one again? The heavens are blind!"

"Yes, Zhao Zhizhong deserved to die, and I would even sympathize with you, feel compassion for you, little sister," He Zhuhua softly touched He Baoyi's hand before tightly gripping it. "But why blame Tang Song and Ye Qing, or take your anger out on Tang Fei?

"Tang Song never liked you; he never accepted you. You didn't even confess your feelings. It was only after your marriage that I found out you had feelings for Tang Song."

How could Ye Qing possibly know? Why would he say that?

Isn't Xing Le just as good without any children? He treats you better than your own mother."

"Sis? !" He Baoyi suddenly laughed in a daze. "Do you think Xing Le treats me like a mother? Haha, men are all scoundrels. Zhao Zhizhong, Tang Song, and then there's Xing Le! He's filthy and disgusting! I raised him, yet he actually has feelings for me? He's crazier than I am. There's such a huge age gap between us; he's sick!"

He Zhuhua looked at He Baoyi in shock, who was behaving as if she had lost her mind. He Baoyi had always been an extreme and ruthless person, with a solitary nature and disinclination to make friends.

But He Zhuhua never imagined that He Baoyi hadn't been able to cope with these incidents, resulting in such severe psychological distortion.

"Didn't you always see a psychiatrist? How could... how could you end up like this?" He Zhuhua held He Baoyi's hand, feeling as if she had never truly understood her younger sister's inner world.

"How could I tell the doctor? Should I have said I killed someone? That an adolescent boy in his teens fell in love with a woman in her fifties? Or that I've always wanted to kill Tang Fei, but she just wouldn't die, causing me immense anxiety?

I lost my child; isn't it reasonable for me to want Tang Song and Ye Qing to experience the same pain? What's wrong with that?

Isn't this a fair retaliation? My child is gone because of them! If they hadn't been together, why would I have married that scoundrel Zhao Zhizhong?"

He Baoyi pulled away from He Zhuhua's grasp, the handcuffs on her wrist clanking loudly with the movement.

"Throughout my life, you've always been more beautiful, more accomplished, more articulate, and more popular than me. I finally managed to make my first friend, Ye Qing, but she soon became your friend too.

Our parents rarely gave me a second glance, Tang Song never looked at me, and neither did you. Even Ye Qing, who was once so close to me – didn't you notice how obvious my affection for Tang Song was? But you never paid attention to me, so how would you know?"

It seemed that He Baoyi's true nature had finally been exposed, allowing her to vent all her pent-up emotions.

She had attempted murder and even planned to flee the country. Now, she might spend the rest of her days in prison. With a sudden smile, she clasped He Zhuhua's hand and said, "I'll give you all my assets, Sister. Promise me one thing."

"What do you want? As long as it doesn't involve committing another crime or violating moral principles, I can agree."

"I've been invisible my whole life, overlooked since childhood. I wonder what it's like to be the center of attention like Tang Fei. Why don't you use my money to invest in a film about me? Let Tang Fei play the lead role, let her portray me! That way, Tang Song will see it, and he should understand my feelings. Everyone will know who I am..."

Watching her sister tremble with excitement from her delusions, He Zhuhua thought, I might as well indulge her this once.

"I promise, I'll ask Tang Fei to star in a film based on your life."

But who would write a biography or make a movie about a criminal like her? Would anyone even watch it? Would they see her extreme reactions and ruthless nature over trivial matters?

Was taking someone's life really that easy for her?

Unable to bear the deception any longer, He Zhuhua stood up. "Xing Le wants to meet you. Will you see him?"

He Baoyi shook her head. "No, tell him not to bother me again."

"He said he wants to wait for your release."

"Is he planning to fulfill his filial duties and care for me in my old age? Hahaha!" He Baoyi laughed maniacally. What kind of people were these? The one she liked didn't reciprocate her feelings, while the one she saw as childish was persistently chasing after her. Could she even be released from prison? Even if she could, by then, she'd be in her seventies or eighties—truly an age to be cared for in her old age.