Chapter 5: Sending Them Off Today

Chapter 5: Putting Them to Rest Today

Shen Jiaqing shivered in fear, continuing her accusations, "It's true that I used to like you, but what about you? Not only did you have multiple women on the side, but you were also messing around with a married woman. Did you ever consider my feelings? Bingming, let's just call it quits." Her affection was gradually fading; she couldn't possibly spend the rest of her life stuck with a useless man.

"Huh? Call it quits? Jiaqing, didn't I bring you happiness before? In the future, I can give you the position of Mrs. Zhao and my undivided attention. But if you insist on breaking off the engagement or spreading what happened in Duofu Lane, I wouldn't mind wiping the entire Shen family off the map in Y City," Zhao Bingming uttered these chilling words with a sinister tone, then laughed arrogantly. "Jiaqing, you know what to do now, right?"

"You're shameless! Now that you're not even a man anymore, can't you just let me go?"

"Shen! Jia! Qing!" Zhao Bingming roared, enunciating each word. This damn woman was rubbing salt in his wound—the nerve!

Shen Jiaqing clapped a hand over her mouth, both angry and terrified, her eyes reddening. She knew Zhao Bingming wasn't lying, which just made her more flustered, leading her to say something that hit a nerve.

The enraged Zhao Bingming's face was twisted, terrifying. Frightened, she turned and ran out of the garden—she was done.

As she ran out, she almost ran smack into Jiang Yingxue. She shot Jiang Yingxue a look that was equal parts anger and surprise, and snapped, "It's you? What are you doing here? Were you eavesdropping on us? Let me tell you! If you dare spread what happened today, you'll be sorry!"

Shen Jiaqing and Jiang Yingxue were acquainted. Jiang Yingxue's previous company specialized in high-fashion custom clothing, and due to work, she had met Shen Jiaqing multiple times and had even been on the receiving end of her bullying. The reason for Shen Jiaqing's harassment was simple: Jiang Yingxue looked more stunning and the fit was better during work fittings, and Shen Jiaqing's petty nature couldn't stand it.

Jiang Yingxue said coolly, "Miss Shen, this is a hospital, not your home. Moreover, you're the one who wants to break off the engagement because your fiancé is impotent. It has nothing to do with me, so why would I spread it?"

She made no effort to lower her voice, speaking just as loudly as their argument in the pavilion. The pavilion was secluded with few people and shaded by trees, but this path had no cover. Her words attracted the curious gazes of patients and their families strolling nearby.

Shen Jiaqing's face flushed with anger. She immediately glanced toward the pavilion and, not seeing Zhao Bingming, breathed a sigh of relief.

When she noticed the curious looks from the surrounding people, she lashed out at the passersby, "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out! All of you, scram!"

A few passersby, seeing Shen Jiaqing's aggressive and nasty temper, muttered comments like "This girl has a terrible temper" and "What a nasty piece of work" before leaving.

After berating the passersby, Shen Jiaqing turned her anger toward Jiang Yingxue, "And you, you bitch, what nonsense are you spouting! Who's impotent? Who wants to break off the engagement? How dare you speak like that! You want me to shut your mouth for you? You're dead!"

Still not satisfied, she reached out to slap Jiang Yingxue twice.

"That filthy mouth of yours! Spouting nothing but trash! A bitch like you deserves a beating!"

Just as Shen Jiaqing's palm was about 20 centimeters from Jiang Yingxue's face, Jiang Yingxue grabbed her wrist and lightly flung her aside. Shen Jiaqing fell to the ground like a ragdoll.

The hard cement ground scraped her palms, drawing blood.

"Ah—it hurts so much!" Shen Jiaqing's face contorted with pain, her eyes filled with venom as she glared at Jiang Yingxue. "You lowly bitch, how dare you hurt me? Are you tired of living?"

"Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and help me up!"

Jiang Yingxue remained unmoved by Shen Jiaqing's demands. She took a wet wipe from her bag and meticulously wiped the hand that had touched Shen Jiaqing, disgusted at having touched her.

After tossing the used wet wipe into the trash, Jiang Yingxue said, "Miss Shen, you've got some nerve. In terms of lifespan, I'll definitely outlive your entire family combined."

Looking down at Shen Jiaqing with disdain, Jiang Yingxue recalled the image of her loved ones from her previous life being driven to their deaths by rumors, a surge of malice rising in her heart. Shen Jiaqing was the mastermind behind those rumors.

Watching her former enemy lying in a heap on the ground, a flicker of hatred flashed in Jiang Yingxue's eyes. "To be honest, I don't feel the slightest bit of sympathy for you regarding your fiancé's impotence. After all, you two are a perfect match."

A useless man and a malicious woman—truly a match made in heaven. Jiang Yingxue had returned in time this life, avoiding the pain of losing her family and the car accident, but the deep-seated agony etched in her heart couldn't be dismissed just because it hadn't happened in this lifetime.

If Shen Jiaqing hadn't appeared today, she might have lived until Zhao Bingming was discharged from the hospital. But since they had crossed paths today, she might as well settle things together.

In her first life, Jiang Yingxue had died in a car accident, orchestrated by Shen Jiaqing. Originally, she had planned to wait until Zhao Bingming was discharged and end their sinful lives together in a car crash.

But now she had changed her mind. The method remained the same—she would send them off today.

"What... what did you say?" Shen Jiaqing was momentarily stunned. Using her uninjured palm to push herself up, she stood on her own. Her suspicious gaze fell on Jiang Yingxue. Had she heard correctly? Did this lowly worker just dare to insult her? Was she possessed by something unclean? Or was it because she had been bullied before, and now out of jealousy for her status, she was being disrespectful?

Regardless of the truth, Jiang Yingxue had thoroughly offended Shen Jiaqing, who was already plotting to take her life.

Shen Jiaqing pointed angrily at Jiang Yingxue, her voice filled with hatred, "You have quite the nerve. If you want to die, I'll grant your wish! You work for Shengmei Company, right? Let me tell you, you're fired! There won't be a place for you anywhere in Y City!"

"If you kneel at my feet right now, slapping yourself like a dog while kowtowing and begging for my forgiveness, I might consider not blacklisting you."

With that, Shen Jiaqing arrogantly glanced sideways at Jiang Yingxue, rolled her eyes, and looked down at her own feet.

Jiang Yingxue twitched her lips in exasperation, ignoring the threat, and walked past her.

Infuriated by being ignored, Shen Jiaqing stomped her feet in anger. She tried to chase after her but hadn't taken two steps before falling face-first onto the ground with a thud.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yingxue, walking ahead, wasn't idle either. She drew a circular pattern in the air with her finger and lightly tapped it, successfully casting a spell. The audio and video recorded by Shen Jiaqing's phone in the pavilion had been uploaded to her frequently used social media platforms without her knowledge—no fewer than three platforms, both domestic and international.

Now everyone would know about Zhao Bingming's impotence and her desire to break off the engagement. They could leave "gracefully."

Elsewhere, Jiang Yingxue arrived at the soup noodle shop near the hospital's back entrance.

"Boss, please give me one order of vegetable and lean meat porridge, one order of steamed buns, and a cup of soy milk."

"Coming right up!"

After paying, Jiang Yingxue took the packaged food and headed back.

Walking along the path in the hospital's back garden, Jiang Yingxue passed by Zhao Bingming, who sat in a wheelchair with a gloomy expression, being pushed by his assistant.