Chapter 55: Confessing Everything (I’m a Transmigrator) Intimate Play…

Chapter 55: Confessing Everything (I’m a Transmigrator) Intimate Play...

On the way back, Huo Zong's wrist was still freezing cold. He tightly grasped Jiang Fengmian's hand, his body trembling uncontrollably, his head still buzzing, and his vision blurring intermittently.

Saying he was fine was only to reassure Jiang Fengmian. He was terrified, the force of the explosion almost shattering Huo Zong's seemingly indestructible heart.

He was afraid that if he had arrived a few minutes later, Jiang Fengmian would have been caught in the explosion.

It wasn’t until the pain spread throughout his body that Huo Zong realized he was experiencing the physical manifestation of stress.

The car stopped gently in front of the villa. Jiang Fengmian held Huo Zong's wrist, without a word, his fingertips lightly brushing Huo Zong's palm as if he hadn’t noticed his abnormality.

Silently, they went upstairs. Jiang Fengmian drew the curtains without a word and started to remove Huo Zong’s clothes.

"Jiang Fengmian."

Jiang Fengmian responded, looking up to meet Huo Zong's gaze. He gently moved Huo Zong’s hand from his collar and carefully unbuttoned his shirt.

"Brother, let me take a look. Only then can I be sure."

Huo Zong's hand slowly relaxed. He couldn’t pinpoint where the pain was coming from, nor was he sure if his back was injured.

He turned his back to Jiang Fengmian, feeling his fingertips trace over his skin, slowly moving downward, stopping just above his lower back.

"Brother, it’s bruised all over."

Jiang Fengmian's eyes reddened. This was probably from the rocks that had been thrown up when Huo Zong shielded him. The unfinished building was scattered with stones, and it was normal for them to be blasted away.

"It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."

The more Huo Zong acted like this, the more it pained Jiang Fengmian. He held Huo Zong tightly around the waist, his voice choked with tears, "Brother, this was an unfair tragedy. I shouldn’t have gone to meet Jiang Fengqiu alone."

He had considered every possibility, except that Jiang Fengqiu had something growing in his brain, pushing him to madness, wanting to take Jiang Fengmian with him.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s not a big deal."

Huo Zong gently wiped Jiang Fengmian's tears, his wrist trembling uncontrollably, making the motion uneven.

"Huo Zong, what’s wrong with you?"

Jiang Fengmian tightly gripped Huo Zong's wrist, his eyes filled with tears, locked on him. He waved his hand in front of Huo Zong's face, only to notice that Huo Zong's vision was slightly blurred, his first attempt to catch Jiang Fengmian's fingers missing slightly.

"I’m fine." Huo Zong tightened his lips. No matter how many times Jiang Fengmian asked today, this would be his answer.

"Huo Zong, can’t you see well? You’re my boyfriend. You have to tell me everything, or I’ll call Dr. Li over."

Jiang Fengmian was stubborn. As he spoke, he reached for Huo Zong's phone, but in an instant, Huo Zong pulled him into his embrace.

Their cheeks touched.

"Baby, I’m just a little scared."

Huo Zong wasn’t afraid of death; he was afraid of never seeing Jiang Fengmian again. He didn’t even know where Jiang Fengmian came from.

"Jiang Fengmian, if you disappeared, where should I go to find you?"

From Huo Zong’s low murmur, Jiang Fengmian sensed something unusual. His heart suddenly felt empty, and he hugged Huo Zong back, unsure of what to do.

"Brother, do you mean something else?" Jiang Fengmian’s voice shook, his hands and feet turning cold instantly, his throat tightening as he couldn’t stop sobbing.

"Jiang Fengmian, what do you think I mean?"

"Kitty Cat, how can I keep you?"

At this moment, Jiang Fengmian was certain that Huo Zong had guessed. His long eyelashes hung with tears, and all the strange behaviors before now had an explanation. He knew.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Fengmian wiped his tears and gently yet firmly pulled Huo Zong to sit by the bed.

Jiang Fengmian leaned slightly forward, meeting Huo Zong's gaze. He looked into Huo Zong's eyes, his gaze tender beyond words.

"Huo Zong, I've told you before, I came here for you."

"I knew you before you knew me. Do you know about the popular concept of transmigration into a book online? I came from another world. This world is actually a fictional world from a book."

"But to me, this is the most real world. You are the most real person, flesh-and-blood Huo Zong, someone I fell in love with just by reading about you."

Even if this world is just a prolonged dream, Jiang Fengmian would willingly stay in it forever.

In this dream, there is the one he loves most, the Huo Zong he cannot let go of.

A book. Huo Zong's heart suddenly ached sharply. Everything he had experienced was predetermined, all the injustices were the injustices of fate.

"Kitty Cat, I'm not the protagonist, am I?"

Those who see too clearly live a hard life.

Jiang Fengmian lovingly stroked Huo Zong's hair, kissing it with the same tenderness Huo Zong had kissed him countless times.

"No, the Jiang Fengmian in the story isn't either. I just happen to look like him."

"It's different, here, and here, it's different."

Huo Zong's fingertips touched Jiang Fengmian's small mole, then slid down to his neck. His eyes were exceptionally bright, and when it came to anything about Jiang Fengmian, Huo Zong was stubborn to the extreme.

Different is different. Jiang Fengmian is the unique Jiang Fengmian, the one who is solely his, the one who knows everything about him.

"Brother, did you confirm it upon seeing the photo?"

"Yes, Chen Chen handed me a stack of documents, and I could tell at a glance that my Jiang Fengmian is not the person in the photo."

Jiang Fengmian acknowledged with a hum. Huo Zong knew earlier than he had thought. He pinched his earlobe, wondering why he pretended every day when Huo Zong had already known.

"Kitty Cat, are Huo Qilin and Jiang Fengqiu the protagonists?"

Jiang Fengmian directly showed Huo Zong what it meant to have one's pupils shake. He hadn't even said anything yet, and Huo Zong had already guessed everything.

"Yes, in the story, we are seen as the antagonists. Jiang Fengmian is a minor character, with pitifully little plot about him. I never knew how he got injured until one night I dreamed about it."

"The storyline is from the perspective of those two, and only the good aspects. I actually don't know much. Like I didn't know you had skin hunger syndrome, I just followed the setting and thought you had emotional detachment."

Huo Zong hummed softly, hooking Jiang Fengmian's fingertips, too afraid to ask, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally managed to say, "Then, in the story, did I like anyone else?"

He always felt he wouldn't like anyone, but he was afraid of being forced to like someone, being told he must like them, feeling it would be a betrayal to Jiang Fengmian.

"No, Huo Zong, you only like me." Jiang Fengmian proudly kissed Huo Zong's lips, his eyes smiling as he added, "The story setting was also an arranged marriage. After you married Jiang Fengmian, you always treated each other with respect."

"In the story, Jiang Fengmian was very afraid of you, and he was always in a state of foolishness. In the later part of the story, he was pushed into a pond and drowned. It's very pitiful."

Huo Zong paused. From Jiang Fengmian's past behavior, he had roughly guessed that his own ending was also tragic. Jiang Fengmian had never mentioned it, so he avoided bringing it up.

"Kitty, that's good. I can only love you; I won't love anyone else. You came for me, so I’ve been waiting for you. I loved you from the moment I saw you."

He had never known what Jiang Fengmian in the story was like. From the start, he fell in love with the person right in front of him.

"Brother, we need to move forward. I know you might have struggled with Huo Qing’s neglect before, but every story needs a villain. You just ended up in that role. Huo Qilin is no match for you, so they had to give him all sorts of advantages to make him seem powerful."

"Everything you did ended up paving the way for him. But now it’s okay—I’m here."

"Brother, didn’t you call me your lucky kitten? It’s true—I’ve helped you dodge a lot of trouble. You owe me big time."

"Thank you, my kitten. You’ve helped me so much with the cultural tourism bureau project, the land in Xicheng, and the mountain in Lincheng. You’ve worked hard."

Huo Zong grabbed Jiang Fengmian’s collar, kissed his eyelids gently, and whispered, "Now tell me, what’s really on that mountain in Lincheng? I’ve looked into it—tea can’t grow there."

"It’s a gold mine. In Qijia Town’s mountain, there’s a vein."

Huo Zong’s breath caught. Even with billions to his name, the mention of a gold mine thrilled him—it’s a never-ending stream of wealth.

"Brother, it’s high-purity gold. The area’s remote, a poor mountain valley with no development, so it’s stayed hidden all these years. When you develop it, you’ll see. It’s best to look into it early and handle the paperwork."

Huo Zong hummed, his arms tightening as he sighed, "Kitty, what am I supposed to do? I still owe you your share from last time, and now there’s a gold mine. I give you money, but you never spend it. Tell me, what should I do?"

Jiang Fengmian had brought him an endless stream of wealth.

"Brother, just love me. That’s all I know—the book doesn’t say much more."

It’s a story about emotions, mostly how Jiang Fengqiu and Huo Qilin fall in love. There’s not much of a full growth arc.

"Kitty, in the book, did she look forward to my arrival?"

Huo Zong nervously pursed his lips, his gaze darting aside. Anyone else could reject him, but he hoped she loved him.

"She loved you deeply. Otherwise, why would she risk her life to bring you into the world? From what’s described, Huo Qing was hopeful at first, but as her health declined, he grew to resent you."

Huo Qing loves himself above all. He pretends to adore Sheng Lan but aims to clip her wings. He pretends to care for Huo Qilin but wants to turn him into a worthless playboy. He doesn’t love Huo Zong but wants to control him, molding him into his ideal.

Huo Qing is a hypocrite, spouting morals while being rotten to the core.

"Huo Qing means nothing—he’s already dead to me."

"Kitty, what about me?"

Jiang Fengmian held his breath as Huo Zong finally asked.

His expression turned inexplicably sad, his hand tightening as he rasped, "Do you remember the ghost skull tattoo?"

Huo Zong nodded. That day, Jiang Fengmian was nearly out of control, his mental state worrying. He’d had Su Yanchu investigate, but Su Yanchu only uncovered part of the story.

"Su Yanchu said it’s an organization spread across the capital, rooted in the underworld. They’re highly organized, operating in every field. The group we ran into last time was just the lowest tier. They’ll take any job for the right price, no matter how dangerous."

"He’s reached out to the authorities. It’s tied to too many cases for us to handle—the situation’s too murky. Rumor has it the higher-ups are already investigating. They’ve caught many involved in petty theft and debt collection, and their network should be exposed soon."

"Kitty, don’t worry too much. No matter what, I won’t let you get hurt."

Jiang Fengmian clung to Huo Zong’s neck. He wasn’t worried about himself—he was worried about Huo Zong.

"Brother, when you died, you were hit by a truck. The driver had a ghost skull tattoo on the back of his neck. The Huo family didn’t even collect your body."

"I fell for you while reading the book, and when I saw that you had passed away, I was so upset that I felt like I died. When I woke up, I found myself here."

Huo Zong held Jiang Fengmian, his heart aching. He never expected it to be like this.

"It's alright, kitten, it won't happen again."

Sadness welled up, and Jiang Fengmian mumbled in response. He kissed Huo Zong's lips with urgency and intensity, straddling him, his eyes filled with love.

"Brother, do you like me like this?"

Huo Zong leaned on his elbows on the bed, squinting his eyes, everything still a blur. Jiang Fengmian seemed to glow softly in his eyes.

"I like it."

Jiang Fengmian smirked and said hoarsely, "I like it too, brother, don't move."

A trail of kisses descended from Huo Zong's lips. Jiang Fengmian teased Huo Zong's Adam's apple with his teeth, listening to his soft moans, feeling pleased.

His fingertips traced Huo Zong's firm abs, his lifted eyes full of irresistible charm.

Huo Zong didn't dare to move, letting Jiang Fengmian kiss him gently.

"Kitten." It was a soft, tingling murmur.

Jiang Fengmian seemed to respond, throwing his clothes aside, taking charge.

"Brother, I didn't give you permission to kiss me."

A light sweat formed on Huo Zong's temples, he hummed in agreement, his moans suppressed in his throat, feeling like he was losing his mind.

It was a feeling like never before, led by Jiang Fengmian, his eyes and heart entirely consumed by him.

"Kitten, I want to kiss you."

Their gazes locked, Jiang Fengmian's lips curled slightly, he hummed in agreement.

Huo Zong loved the small mole on his collarbone, gently squeezing his waist, kissing that mole lightly.

Rays of sunlight streamed in, and in the whole world, Jiang Fengmian could only see Huo Zong.

He held Huo Zong's shoulders, suppressing some emotions, from then on, all his attention was on Huo Zong.

Perhaps because Jiang Fengmian was particularly proactive, Huo Zong also lost control.

The little secret between them was completely revealed, and Huo Zong didn't know how else to love him besides action.

His kitten liked him, even before they met.

This realization made Huo Zong extremely excited, and the cicadas outside the window chirped all night.

It was too intense, Jiang Fengmian's waist felt like it was falling apart, and he moaned in bed all day.

Huo Zong served tea and water, but no matter how he coaxed, Jiang Fengmian only gave him the back of his head.

"Sweetie, not eating is not okay, you didn't eat last night, plus this morning, aren't you hungry?"

Jiang Fengmian was already starving, he was just tired, so tired and sleepy, he couldn't get enough sleep.

"Kitten, it's not my fault, you started it, it's normal for me to lose control, you're too charming, just a flick of your finger and I'm hooked."

Jiang Fengmian let out an ambiguous hum, his waist having been massaged by Huo Zong for a long time, no longer aching as it did when he first woke up.

"Brother, you have to feed me, I'm exhausted."

"Alright, as long as you want to eat, just lie down, I'll bring it to you."

Jiang Fengmian made a sound of acknowledgment, it was really hard on Huo Zong. With his severe germophobia, he still brought the food to the bedroom for him, so he just lay in bed waiting to be fed.

Well, he couldn't secretly complain about Huo Zong being so capable.

"Kitty, here, it's not hot anymore, it should be just right."

Huo Zong took a pillow to prop him up against the headboard, and carefully fed Jiang Fengmian spoonful by spoonful.

"Brother, you've spoiled me so much."

"No, my little kitty has been working hard, you can eat wherever you want."

Jiang Fengmian must have been really hungry, eating more than double his usual amount, and still not completely satisfied. Huo Zong didn't dare feed him any more, afraid of overfeeding him.

"Kitty, we'll eat again tonight. Here, have some milk."

"Okay."

Jiang Fengmian stretched lazily and slowly lay back down, waiting for the officer to contact him.

***

On the third day of being sent to the hospital, Jiang Fengqiu finally woke up, groggy.

Lv Minhui's eyes were red and swollen, she grabbed Jiang Fengqiu's fingers, her face full of surprise.

"Xiao Qiu, you're awake."

In the hospital room, there were only him and Lv Minhui, no sign of Jiang Junling.

Lv Minhui awkwardly smiled and explained, "Your dad might be busy, that's why he didn't come."

The conversation Jiang Fengmian had with him that day must have been handed over to the police. Knowing that he wasn't naive, Jiang Fengqiu guessed that he must have recorded it. The memory card in his pocket was missing, and with the police in possession of the evidence, Jiang Junling couldn't escape.

"He's not my father, I'd rather my father be anyone but him."

He was tired of being labeled a bastard, these three words branded him with shame, impossible to escape.

"Mom, I've implicated you."

The only person Jiang Fengqiu felt sorry for was his mother. He didn't care about himself, but he didn't want his mother, at her age, to follow him to prison.

His gaze drifted to the window, already envisioning the outcome.

Lv Minhui cried until she couldn't speak. Yesterday, when he was admitted, they performed an emergency check. The external injuries were secondary, but his face was disfigured. Jiang Fengqiu's most prized appearance was gone.

"Xiao Qiu, as long as you're alive, anything is fine, isn't it?"

Jiang Fengqiu didn't speak, he was like a bird without feet, unable to land. He thought that by dealing with Jiang Fengmian, he could establish himself in the capital. Only later did he realize that everything in the Jiang family was based on Jiang Fengmian.

Hahaha, hate, he hated Jiang Fengmian, and hated Jiang Junling even more.

"Mom, divorce him, I have some money left for you, not mixed with the Jiang family's debts. The land Jiang Junling bought must have issues, it's been delayed and can't start construction, all the money is tied up, the Jiang family's bankruptcy is unavoidable."

"Okay, divorce, I'll do it right away. Xiao Qiu, as long as it's your request, Mom will agree. You also promise Mom, follow the treatment plan, okay?"

"There’s got to be a way, there has to be."

Jiang Fengqiu closed his eyes. He couldn’t think of a way out, nor did he even try. His heart was already dead, and there was no way to find a way out.

Now he was confined to the hospital bed, barely able to move.

"Mom, get Jiang Junling here. I need to talk to him."

Jiang Junling didn’t show up until the afternoon, and he brought the divorce agreement.

Lv Minhui was shaken; she hadn’t even brought it up, but Jiang Junling had already prepared the divorce papers.

Jiang Junling looked at Jiang Fengqiu on the hospital bed, his eyes filled with heartache. After all, this was the son he had loved for over twenty years.

"Xiao Qiu, how are you holding up? Dad’s here now."

Jiang Junling’s tone was gentle, but to Jiang Fengqiu’s ears, it was nothing but disgust.

"Stop pretending. Do you even care if I live or die?"

"No, Xiao Qiu, I’ve been tied up with bankruptcy procedures and haven’t had the chance." Jiang Junling looked somewhat desolate. "I’ve fought to keep things afloat, but the Jiang family is still falling apart."

"There’s an issue with the West City land. I just got the news this morning that cultural relics were dug up from underneath, and all development has been suspended. The authorities will likely reclaim the land, but we’ll still get some compensation."

"Minhui, I’ve drawn up the divorce papers, and there’s some money set aside for you. I should be going in. After the company’s bankruptcy, most of the assets will be liquidated, but this part for you is yours and won’t be used to pay off debts."

"I’m sorry, I’ve wronged you all."

Belated affection is worthless.

Lv Minhui signed the divorce agreement cleanly and decisively. She didn’t ask for anything, only that her son would be healthy.

The doctor said it was a malignant tumor that had already spread and was untreatable.

Retribution, retribution—they never should’ve hurt Jiang Fengmian.

Nothing else mattered, but they couldn’t hurt his Jiang Fengmian, and now, his son didn’t even have the motivation to live.

Why did heaven have to punish them like this? She’d rather it took her life than hurt her son.

"Jiang Junling, I tell you, I hate you, I’ve hated you since I was a child. You’ve hurt so many people in the worst ways, and I’ll never forgive you."

Jiang Fengqiu probably already guessed his injuries, his face wrapped in bandages, his hair shaved in patches. He must look awful now.

"Mom, call the police. I’m ready."

Jiang Fengqiu called Lv Minhui to his side and told her the location of the bank card, which had ten million he’d set aside, enough to support Lv Minhui for the rest of her life.

"Mom, don’t worry about me. Promise me you’ll live well, no matter what. Otherwise, I won’t rest in peace even as a ghost."

"Xiao Qiu." Lv Minhui was in tears. She’d probably figured out that her son had given up on living.

What could she do? She thought about joining him, but she was terrified he wouldn’t rest in peace if she did.

"Mom, I’m serious—you can’t die. You have to keep living."

"Okay, Mom promises you, promises you."

Lv Minhui had cried herself dry, consumed by regret. She’d been crazy to ruin someone else’s family—this was her retribution.

Jiang Fengqiu's lips were cracked and pale. If it weren't for the IV drip keeping him alive, he would have died long ago.

By the time Jiang Fengmian and Huo Zong arrived, the police were already on the scene.

Jiang Junling's eyes were red as tears silently streamed down his face.

Tsk, what’s he trying to prove? Jiang Fengmian turned his gaze away in disgust, truly unable to understand why this beast was crying. Was he worried about the years he’d spend behind bars?

"The people involved are here. If you’ve got anything to say, speak up now for a lighter sentence."

"Three years ago, it was Jiang Junling and I who pushed Jiang Fengmian down the stairs, which left him with a brain injury. For the past three years, Jiang Junling has been tormenting him, and it's all recorded on the memory card."

The officer nodded. They had seen it all, and it was horrifying. It was hard to believe a father could do this to his own son.

The footage was thorough, not only showing physical abuse but also verbal insults from Jiang Fengqiu and Lv Minhui. No one was getting off the hook.

"A few days ago, I tried to kill Jiang Fengmian by luring him to a remote area with the memory card and setting gasoline on fire."

But in the end, only he got hurt.

Legally, it was attempted murder—twice, no less. The officer frowned and recorded all the details truthfully.

Jiang Junling was still going through bankruptcy procedures, and the criminal case would proceed alongside the civil case. He’d have to be held in custody for now.

Lv Minhui, having taken no substantive action and having tried to dissuade Jiang Fengqiu, got off with just a warning and a lecture, along with an apology to Jiang Fengmian.

"Fengmian, I'm sorry, truly sorry."

Jiang Fengmian looked coldly at Lv Minhui. He wasn’t in a position to forgive them for Jiang Fengmian, and he never would.

Technically, Jiang Fengqiu had turned himself in. When Lv Minhui heard he might get a lighter sentence, she broke down.

"Xiao Qiu, please, as your mother, I beg you, it’s better to struggle through life than to give up. Live well, okay?"

It’s only a few years behind bars. He's only twenty-two, with a bright future ahead. He can't just leave like this.

"Mom, it's too late."

Once he made up his mind to die, there was no turning back.

He could’ve chosen any way to die, Jiang Fengqiu laughed coldly, but he chose the most brutal one.

"Mom, help me up."

Lv Minhui didn't know what he wanted to do, but she wiped her eyes and helped Jiang Fengqiu up.

She held onto Jiang Fengqiu’s arm for dear life, afraid he might do something drastic.

Once he’s locked up, at least he won’t be able to harm himself.

Lv Minhui kept comforting herself, enduring the grief.

"Jiang Fengmian, I'm sorry. I know you won't forgive us, but I still want to say I'm sorry."

"When I was young, I really looked up to you like a brother. It's a pity."

What a waste—all because of rumors, his pride, and his greed for money.

He wanted money, respect, and so much more.

Jiang Fengmian stood in the way, so he had to be eliminated. In the end, Jiang Fengqiu ended up with nothing, what a cruel irony.

"You chose this path yourself."

Jiang Junling stared blankly at Jiang Fengmian, only now did he realize that Jiang Fengmian had actually recovered.

"Fengmian..." Jiang Junling murmured.

"Shut up, you’re not worthy to say my name, Jiang Junling. I’ve said it before, Jiang Fengmian is already dead, killed by you all."

Jiang Fengmian thought a few years in prison was too lenient for him.

"Officer, I’d like to change my clothes."

Jiang Fengqiu broke free from Lv Minhui’s grasp, and as his arm dropped, he gave her palm a gentle squeeze, hinting at the bank card’s location.

In the stunned silence, Jiang Fengqiu suddenly opened the window and jumped.

From the fourteenth floor, he plummeted straight down.

Lv Minhui barely managed to grab a piece of his clothing.

"Fengqiu, my son."

Her piercing scream threw the scene into chaos. Lv Minhui ran out in a frenzy, while Jiang Junling seemed dazed, standing still in place.

Huo Zong’s hand lingered over Jiang Fengmian’s eyes before finally lowering.

Jiang Fengmian’s heart raced, never expecting Jiang Fengqiu to take such a drastic step to end his life, leaving nothing behind.

"Jiang Junling, is this what you wanted?"

Jiang Junling’s legs buckled with a thud, and he was supported by two officers. One had already jumped; what if this one followed suit?

Huo Zong shielded Jiang Fengmian, blocking his view of Jiang Fengqiu.

"Kitty, Jiang Fengqiu had a malignant brain tumor, there was no way out. It was just a matter of sooner or later, his passing now is actually a release."

Jiang Fengmian hummed in agreement, Jiang Junling and Lv Minhui would never find peace.

In their midnight dreams, today’s events would likely replay endlessly.

Jiang Fengmian’s heart felt heavy, Jiang Junling’s heartlessness only showed a hint of pity at this moment, without any empathy, as if the one lying there was a stranger he barely knew.

Lv Minhui clung to Jiang Fengqiu, covered in blood, and wept until she collapsed, still unable to separate from him.

If only they had known earlier, why did it have to end this way.

Jiang Fengqiu was buried three days later, Jiang Fengmian stayed away. He leaned against the door frame, listening to Chen Chen report the situation.

"Lv Minhui seems to have attempted suicide twice. I heard that the eternal light that was burning that night went out, and after Lv Minhui was bandaged, it lit up again by itself. She kept muttering 'no more, no more,' as if she had gone mad."

"Jiang Junling now has nothing, the divorce procedures have been completed. The real estate under his name is probably not enough for bankruptcy liquidation, and he has voluntarily requested to stay longer."

"He moved into the detention center after the funeral, with no communication with Lv Minhui throughout. There were very few guests that day, and the atmosphere was somber. Young sir, I followed your instructions and lit a stick of incense, they didn’t stop me."

"Hmm."

Jiang Fengmian let out a light scoff after listening, the most deserving scum was still breathing, no matter how many years he spent in prison, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was a beast.

Everyone must face the consequences of their actions, without exception.

After Chen Chen left, Huo Zong gently hugged Jiang Fengmian, who remained silent. He kissed the tip of his ear and whispered, "Go ahead and cry, little cat."

Tears instantly began to fall, one after another. Jiang Fengmian leaned into Huo Zong's embrace, as if he wanted to cry out all his grievances.

"Brother, I don't know why, but my heart hurts."

Huo Zong stroked Jiang Fengmian's hair, his eyes filled with compassion. "Because my little cat is a very good person. He feels for everything in this world. It's normal to feel sad; don't think there's something wrong with you."

"Clearly, Jiang Junling is the one who deserves to die."

Huo Zong thought for a moment and said softly, "Sometimes, living is more painful than dying. Let him live and recall his actions; he won't have it easy."

Jiang Fengmian nodded blankly. He held onto Huo Zong and exhaled slowly.

From now on, he could finally leave that nightmare behind.

Those who had hurt Jiang Fengmian had all faced the consequences they deserved.

As for Jiang Junling, barely clinging to life, may he endure suffering and sorrow for the rest of his days.