Chapter 85: Escape

Fu Juxing stepped forward and scooped her up into his arms, not allowing her to remain standing on the floor.

But this time, Lin Wanbai disregarded everything, struggling like a madwoman.

However, Fu Juxing held her firmly; no matter how she fought, she could not break free. In truth, she lacked the strength to struggle—having just woken up, her body was completely drained.

Outside, the sky was already beginning to pale; the night had passed.

She had failed.

If she had failed, then Lin Jingyu’s fate was likely dire. She felt panicked, terrified.

A sense of powerlessness washed over her entire body. She squeezed her eyes shut, stopped struggling, and lay limply in his arms. With her head tilted back, tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Her face was flushed crimson, and the veins on her forehead stood out.

She did not want to cry, but in the end, she could not help but weep before him.

Fu Juxing sat down, letting her head rest against his body.

Lin Wanbai did not resist. She merely swallowed, then slowly opened her eyes. The moment she did, two lines of tears fell rapidly. Looking at him, she said, "Tell me, what exactly happened? Who is in the hospital?"

Fu Juxing replied, "You don't need to know."

"I have the right to know," she said, enunciating every word. Her voice was raspy from the earlier screaming.

Fu Juxing gently wiped the tears from her face and said, "This level of emotional agitation is not good for the fetus."

Lin Wanbai pursed her lips and drew a breath. "Fine, I won't ask you that. I’ll ask you this: did you know my mother was going to have a showdown with my father today?"

He remained silent.

Lin Wanbai waited for a while. He still didn't speak, merely plucking a strand of her hair and winding it gently around his finger.

Since he wouldn't speak, she took his silence as confirmation.

Lin Wanbai continued, "Then tell me, who will win?"

Fu Juxing glanced at her sideways.

In reality, there was no need to ask. Fu Juxing and Chen Songyuan were cut from the same cloth.

Since she had lost, Lin Jingyu, of course... would certainly not win.

If she had lost, she had reason to suspect that the person in the hospital was Lin Jingyu.

Thinking of this, she began to tremble. Her entire body felt unwell. She tried to struggle again, wanting to get off him, but she had no strength left.

At this moment, her mind was clear: she couldn't break free. This house likely no longer had anyone loyal to her. The people she had arranged had probably long since been replaced. And everything she had been doing these past few days—perhaps he had known it all!

But if he knew, why did he indulge her?

Lin Wanbai quieted down for a moment.

She slowly grabbed Fu Juxing’s hand and said, "Consider it my fault! I’ll do anything you want, can you... can you please let my family go? Everything is my fault! It was me, I was the one who stopped you and Lin Yao from being together. It was my fault, I was too selfish, truly! I can let you both be together now!"

"I... I shaved her hair; you can shave mine. If that’s not enough to quench your hate, you can kill me!" She looked at him, suppressing her tears, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. She gripped his hand tightly, her eyes filled with hope. "I beg you, I beg you, don’t hurt them. Please!"

As she spoke, she suddenly bowed her head, pressing her forehead against the back of his hand.

Her frail body could not stop shivering.

Due to the intense agitation, her stomach began to cramp.

But she didn't care; she forced down her bitterness and choked out, "From now on, you can treat me however you like. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to sit, I will never stand..."

She slowly lifted her head to look at him, whispering, "I only ask that you let them go. Can you?"

Fu Juxing wiped away her tears. "Having me is enough for you."

Lin Wanbai looked at him, seeing the resolve in his eyes, seeing his madness. The smile she had struggled to maintain shattered bit by bit. Gritting her teeth, she lunged at him, grabbing his throat with all her might.

But her method was wrong, and her strength was too small—like a kitten. She couldn't even harm a hair on his head, let alone strangle him.

Fu Juxing did not resist, letting her lash out.

Only when she was exhausted did he stroke her spine and say, "Rest for a while."

His words made Lin Wanbai even more furious.

She glared at him, suddenly raising her hand, and with a *slap*, she used her remaining strength to strike him across the face.

Fu Juxing didn't blink, didn't dodge, and didn't hide; he took the slap squarely.

The two stared at each other, saying nothing.

The surroundings were silent, save for Lin Wanbai’s heavy breathing.

Aunt Rong had been watching from the shadows and finally couldn't hold back any longer. She emerged, saying, "Young Master, Xiaobai is pregnant; don't upset her anymore. If this continues, something bad will happen."

Lin Wanbai turned to look at Aunt Rong. It seemed she knew quite a bit too.

She laughed, wiping the tears from her face. "The child? Yes, I am carrying your child in my belly, aren't I? This is still your child, right? You still care about your child, don't you? If any one of them gets hurt, don't ever think of seeing your child again!"

"Fu Juxing, I have a clear conscience regarding you. Aside from the small tricks I used to marry you, I have been sincere to you in every other way. You have no heart! You have no heart!" She said the second part hysterically.

Aunt Rong quickly interrupted, stepping forward to support her. Looking at Fu Juxing’s expression, she felt a trace of fear, but if things continued this way, Lin Wanbai’s body would surely give out. She was, after all, a pregnant woman; such extreme emotional volatility could trigger a miscarriage, which would be disastrous.

For the sake of the child, she had to summon the courage to intervene. If she really let them go on like this, given Xiaobai’s temperament, an accident was inevitable.

Aunt Rong held Lin Wanbai’s hand; it was ice-cold, and she could feel her trembling. She hugged her tightly and said to Fu Juxing, "I’ll take her back to her room to rest first."

Fu Juxing lifted his eyelids but did not stop her.

Seeing his silence, Aunt Rong took it as consent. "Then I’ll take her up now."

He remained motionless.

Aunt Rong stared at him and helped Lin Wanbai walk away slowly. Not until they reached the upstairs floor did she breathe a sigh of relief. Then, she lowered her voice and said to Lin Wanbai, "Don't try to persuade him; it’s useless. Once he has made up his mind, there is no possibility of changing it."

"For the sake of the child, for yourself, and for your family, you cannot let anything happen to you. If you fall, they will have even less hope of being alright."

Lin Wanbai sneered, her eyes cold as she looked at her. "You only care about the child."

Aunt Rong paused, met her gaze, and pursed her lips, not denying it. "Yes, I care about the child, but I also care about you. You don’t understand the Young Master, but I do. Believe me, no matter how much you kick up a fuss, you cannot change anything."

"Yes, of course I can't change him. I never thought I had the power to change him. It’s my fault; everything is my fault. If I hadn't insisted on marrying him, none of this would have happened. If I hadn't liked him—if I had liked someone else and married someone else—none of this would have ever happened!"

"Xiaobai..."

"You don't need to say anything more. I don't want to hear anything. I want to be alone." She sat on the bed, covering her face with her hands.

Aunt Rong hesitated, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and backed out.

Turning around, she saw Fu Juxing approaching.

She closed the door and hurried over, blocking his path. "Young Master, let her calm down first. If you keep forcing her like this, you will drive her to her death."

Fu Juxing lowered his gaze, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Go in and stay with her. If anything happens to her, none of you will have it easy."

Aunt Rong swallowed, nodded, and said, "Alright, alright."

Following his instructions, she returned to the room.

As the door opened, Lin Wanbai looked up sharply, eyes full of vigilance. Seeing it was only Aunt Rong, she relaxed slightly. "I said I wanted to be alone."

Aunt Rong said, "Don't worry, I won't disturb you."

She walked to the corner, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Fu Juxing stood at the door, one hand on the doorknob. After a long while, he did not enter and simply turned away.

Lin Wanbai leaned against the bed, staring blankly at Aunt Rong.

After a while, a servant brought breakfast up. Aunt Rong went to the door to retrieve it. "No matter what, eat a little. Even if you want to fight back, you need the strength to do so."

Lin Wanbai opened her eyes. Aunt Rong had placed the breakfast on the nightstand, looking at her with gentle concern. She looked to be in a terrible state—her face was deathly pale, appearing so fragile that she might collapse at any moment.

Lin Wanbai caught the pity in her eyes. In the years she had spent with Aunt Rong, she could feel that she was a good person; perhaps she could find a gap here. She had to leave this place first to have a chance to do anything else.

She sat up and pointed at the millet porridge. "I want that. Feed me; I have no strength right now."

"Alright." Seeing her so compliant, Aunt Rong was relieved.

In truth, she was afraid she would do something desperate. If she really wanted to end her life, no one could stop her except God.

She picked up the porridge, blew on it gently, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Lin Wanbai drank it in small sips, the bowl taking a long time to finish.

She ate the other side dishes as well. She hadn't eaten dinner yesterday, and the series of events had drained her energy. Her stomach was actually empty, but she had no heart for food; her mind was fixed on Lin Jingyu’s situation.

If she had a phone, she could contact the outside, but even her phone had been confiscated. This meant Fu Juxing was prepared to resolve everything in one go.

She couldn't move slowly anymore.

She had to get out as soon as possible to understand the situation.

Going head-to-head was out of the question—that was the worst-case scenario—but it hadn't reached that point yet. There was still the child in her belly. But did Fu Juxing care about this child?

If he cared, there was still a path. If he didn't, then what?

She looked down at her stomach and murmured, "Does Fu Juxing still care about the child in my belly?"

The words reached Aunt Rong’s ears, and she immediately said, "Of course he cares; it’s his child."

Lin Wanbai lifted her eyelids and gave her a deep look. This look was meaningful, and Aunt Rong subconsciously avoided it. This avoidance was like telling Lin Wanbai that her words lacked conviction.

In truth, even Aunt Rong wasn't sure if Fu Juxing cared about this child.

Lin Wanbai had an answer in her heart, but this answer led her into a dead end.

Against Fu Juxing, she truly had no way out.

She closed her eyes, and the sense of powerlessness washed over her again. Aunt Rong didn't say anything more, tidied up the leftovers, and handed them to the servant waiting outside.

She whispered, "Where is the Young Master? Is he still downstairs?"

The servant shook her head. "The Young Master said he had something to take care of and would be back in an hour."

"Alright."

The servant glanced inside and leaned into Aunt Rong’s ear, whispering something inaudible.

Aunt Rong nodded.

Lin Wanbai heard this. One hour! She had to find an opportunity to get out in this one hour! She half-opened her eyes and looked at Aunt Rong standing by the door. She would have to use Aunt Rong to get that opportunity.

Judging by her behavior, she still felt a shred of compassion for her. She had to use that compassion to get her help.

Aunt Rong turned around, and she closed her eyes just in time.

Aunt Rong looked at Lin Wanbai. Seeing her lying quietly, she took a chair and sat in the corner, watching closely. She tried her best to minimize her presence so Lin Wanbai could feel comfortable.

But no matter what, there was a difference between having someone in the room and being alone.

After a while, Lin Wanbai sat up and looked at Aunt Rong.

Seeing her, she immediately went over. "What's wrong?"

Lin Wanbai stared at her unblinkingly. Her eyes slowly turned red, and tears welled up. After staring at her for a moment, Lin Wanbai grabbed the bedside table and, without warning, knelt down before Aunt Rong.

Aunt Rong was shocked and quickly grabbed her hands. "This won't do! Get up!"

Lin Wanbai grabbed her hands back, insisting on kneeling. She said, "Aunt Rong, in the years we've spent together, I’ve never treated you poorly; I’ve treated you like family, like an elder. I know you cannot defy Fu Juxing’s wishes. I don't need you to do much—I just need a car. You just need to turn a blind eye and let me get to the garage. Just those two things; I’ll handle the rest myself."

"This—this is impossible! You’ll get into trouble! If not for yourself, think of the child in your belly."

"I can't think of that!" Lin Wanbai said, tears falling. "I can't think of the child right now. If I can't get out, this child—this child won't survive either!"

"You—don't let your imagination run wild. Things—things aren't as serious as you think. The Young Master... he still cares about you."

Lin Wanbai laughed. "You likely know more than I do about everything. Is it really not that serious? Lin Zhouye is likely facing prison time, my grandfather is in the hospital fighting for his life, and now I don't even know the state of my mother! The Lin family was doing fine; this house used to be warm and cozy, everyone was happy. But look at what it’s become—you’ve seen it. If this isn't serious, do we have to wait until they are all dead for it to count?!"

"Fu Juxing is trying to force me to my death! Aunt Rong, do you want to see a tragedy where both mother and child die?"

Aunt Rong shook her head. "That won't happen; I believe the Young Master wouldn't do that."

"Aunt Rong, you should really look in a mirror to see the expression on your face when you say that. Even you don't believe it, so how can you expect me to?" She lunged forward, her hands gripping tighter. Lowering her voice, she said, "Aunt Rong, I beg you, I beg you, give me a way to live! Give the child a way to live! Let me go, let me go!"

A flicker of hesitation appeared in her eyes. A moment later, she pulled her hands away, shook her head, and said, "It’s impossible, it’s impossible. If you go out, it’s even more dangerous. Who knows what will happen then."

She pulled away too quickly, and Lin Wanbai, weighed down by her pregnancy, couldn't react in time and fell to the floor. Aunt Rong tried to help, but it was too late; she had to quickly pull her up.

Lin Wanbai had a sudden idea. She immediately put on a pained expression, clutching her stomach. "It hurts! My stomach hurts!"

She already looked terrible, and the expression was so convincing that Aunt Rong was immediately fooled.

"Where does it hurt? Don't scare me!"

Lin Wanbai bit her lip hard, as if she were in too much pain to speak.

Aunt Rong panicked even more. "Hold on, I’ll arrange a car right now, we’re going to the hospital!"

Lin Wanbai didn't speak, continuing her pained performance. Aunt Rong helped her up and sat her on the bed. Then she quickly went out, arranged a car and driver, and called another servant up to help her support Lin Wanbai downstairs.

Her face was even paler than before, sweat beading on her forehead, her hair damp.

Naturally, Lin Wanbai had done this on purpose to look realistic.

Once in the car, Aunt Rong only brought one servant along.

The car successfully left Pujiang. Lin Wanbai glanced out the window, then closed her eyes, waiting quietly. She would wait until they reached the hospital to find a chance to escape.

Because Lin Wanbai’s condition seemed urgent, they found the nearest hospital and rushed her into the emergency room.

Family members were not allowed in the emergency room. Two doctors came over to ask about her condition.

Lin Wanbai immediately sat up from the bed. "Doctor, please lend me your phone. I beg you, please!"

"Don't move around yet; I need to check you."

"I'm fine!" She grabbed the doctor’s hand. "I need a phone to make a call! Please!"

The doctor frowned, but seeing her desperate appearance, she thought there might really be an emergency. Another female doctor took out her phone and handed it to her. "Do you need me to help you call the police?"

"No, thank you."

Lin Wanbai took the phone, her eyes full of gratitude. She had wanted to call Lin Jingyu, but just as the call was about to go through, she hung up. After a moment of thought, she called Liang Zhixia.

But it didn't go through. She dialed three times, and none worked.

Recalling her mention of joining a talent show, she realized they must have missed each other.

She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and wracked her brain. The number of contacts she remembered was limited.

Finally, she called Han Chen.

He was an outsider now; calling him would be relatively safer, or at least she wouldn't be found so quickly.

After the call, she returned the phone to the female doctor. "Doctor, can you help me?"

Lin Wanbai was grateful for her luck in meeting a righteous female doctor.

With her help, she successfully evaded Aunt Rong and the others. Han Chen’s car was waiting at the side entrance of the hospital. She saw it the moment she stepped out. She thanked the doctor for her help and told them to call the police immediately, citing illegal detention.

Once in the car, Lin Wanbai forced herself to stay calm.

After the car was far from the hospital, she finally managed to soothe her nerves. She clenched her hands into fists, feeling as if she couldn't breathe.

Han Chen didn't speak the whole way, only observing her through the rearview mirror.

The car drove aimlessly.

Lin Wanbai gave no orders, and he dared not stop.

In truth, at this moment, Lin Wanbai didn't know who to turn to. She looked out the window, not knowing what the next step should be.

The car stopped at a red light.

Han Chen looked at her sideways, still silent.

Lin Wanbai seemed to sense something and turned her head. Han Chen immediately averted his gaze to the road ahead.

Lin Wanbai said, "Find a place to pull over ahead and let me out."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just let me out."

"No, the way you are now, how can I be at ease leaving you alone?"

"Then I’m getting out here!" She reached for the central lock, ready to exit immediately.

Han Chen was shocked and grabbed her hand. "Are you crazy?!"

"Please do as I say." Lin Wanbai’s expression was calm, her words precise.

She was resolute and brooked no argument. Han Chen had no choice but to comply.

He pulled over at the first available spot.

Lin Wanbai: "Give me some money."

Han Chen did as she asked, giving her all the cash he had on him. He also offered his savings card, but Lin Wanbai refused it.

She stepped out of the car, paused, and looked back at him. "If Fu Juxing gives you trouble, don't oppose him. If you can, stay by his side and be his right hand."

"If you can't, leave North City immediately and never come back."

With that, she put on her hat, stepped out, and waved for him to leave at once.

Han Chen watched her, feeling deeply uneasy about leaving, but he knew that in the current situation, even if he stayed, he couldn't help. Finally, he hardened his heart, stepped on the gas, and left her behind.

Lin Wanbai hailed a taxi and used the driver’s phone to call Fu Yanchuan.

At that moment, Fu Yanchuan was packing his bags, having booked a flight to Macau for tomorrow.

Yuan Yujun sat nearby, silently organizing clothes. The atmosphere was heavy.

Fu Miao had been discharged; she had undergone an abortion, and the child was gone. She was resting in her room, her emotions unstable. The hospital assessment was that she had suffered trauma, her mental state was damaged, and she had been prescribed medication with strict instructions to see a psychologist regularly.

Otherwise, it would worsen to an uncontrollable point.

The phone rang. Yuan Yujun glanced at it and stopped what she was doing.

Fu Yanchuan saw it was an unknown number and, after a moment’s thought, answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

Lin Wanbai sat in the taxi, gripping the phone tightly. "It’s me, Lin Wanbai."

Fu Yanchuan paused, looking at Yuan Yujun, who was watching him with a stern expression. He turned to walk out, but Yuan Yujun immediately rose to pull him back. "Who is it?"

"Nothing, just a friend."

"If it’s just a friend, why are you avoiding me to take the call?"

Yuan Yujun reached for the phone, but Fu Yanchuan dodged, frowning. "Mom! This is my privacy; you have no right to interfere!"

He was tall, and when he got serious, Yuan Yujun couldn't stop him.

In a few moves, he entered the room and locked the door behind him.

He walked to the bed and steadied his emotions. "What’s wrong?"

Lin Wanbai could hear the commotion on the other end, but she couldn't worry about that now. "I need to see your aunt. I have something to say to her."

"Is it about Lin Zhouye?"

"Yes. He definitely didn't do it. I hope you won't press charges."

At that moment, Yuan Yujun began pounding on the door. "Fu Yanchuan, get out here! I’m telling you, I won't let you get involved in the Lin family’s affairs! And you don't have the ability to interfere!"

"Look at Fu Tianyi—she’s already suffered. What makes you think you have any ability to handle this!"

Through the door, Yuan Yujun’s voice dimmed, and Lin Wanbai couldn't hear clearly, only the sound of knocking.

Lin Wanbai said, "Just tell me the address; I’ll come over now and talk to her in person."

Fu Yanchuan was silent for a moment before giving her the hotel name.

"Are you alone?"

Lin Wanbai didn't answer and hung up.

She returned the phone to the driver and gave him the hotel address.

Half an hour later, she appeared at the hotel entrance and took the elevator to the fifteenth floor. As the doors opened, she saw Fu Yanchuan waiting.

Seeing her state, Fu Yanchuan was stunned, but he didn't ask questions and led her to the room.

Yuan Yujun had calmed down and was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a stern expression. Seeing them enter, she only glanced sideways. As Lin Wanbai approached, she said bluntly, "Don't bother saying anything. I assume what you have to say is similar to Fu Tianyi’s. But given the current situation, I can tell you clearly: Lin Zhouye’s case is no longer a matter of whether we press charges or not. You’ve asked the wrong person."

"You probably don't know yet, but Fu Tianyi and Yuan Wei have been detained."

Lin Wanbai’s body went limp, nearly collapsing. Fu Yanchuan’s reflexes were quick, and he caught her.

Yuan Yujun’s eyes stung at the sight. She glared at Fu Yanchuan, and seeing he wouldn't let go, she stood up, pulled them apart, and shielded him, turning to look at Lin Wanbai. She smiled and said, "Apologies, we really can't help with this. Fu Miao has already paid the price, and I don't want Yanchuan to get into any more trouble. I’m done with everything in North City. We are returning to Macau tomorrow. As for your family’s affairs, you’ll have to look after yourselves."

"Back then, you were the one who insisted on marrying him, giving up everything to do so. Since it was your own choice, you must bear the consequences! No one will help you. Lin Wanbai, you brought this on yourself! Fu Yanchuan’s reputation is ruined because of you. Can you please let him be?"

Originally, Yuan Yujun and Fu Tianyi had planned to strike back at Fu Juxing.

After all, Fu Tianyi’s husband was Yuan Wei, and with such a powerful figure, they had felt confident.

But after receiving news that both had been taken away by the Anti-Corruption Bureau, her heart sank. Knowing things were dire, she decided to return to Macau immediately. Her family had some power, but it was in Macau; they couldn't reach North City.

She didn't want anything else to happen to her two children!

So, they had to return to Macau. Once back in Macau, even if Fu Juxing wanted revenge, he would have to weigh the situation.

Lin Wanbai pursed her lips.

"Also, instead of wasting time here with me, you’d be better off going to the hospital to see your parents. Don't you know they were in a car accident last night and were both hospitalized?"

She had been mentally prepared; hearing Fu Juxing mention the hospital that morning, she had guessed it was her mother.

It had even made the news, because Lin Jingyu had been driving against traffic on the expressway, causing several accidents before flipping their car into the greenery—it was quite serious.

Someone had filmed the terrifying scene and posted it online.

Yuan Yujun took out her phone, found the video, and handed it to her. "Take a look."

Lin Wanbai was about to take it when Fu Yanchuan snatched it away. "Mom!"

"What?!" Yuan Yujun stood up.

"She’s already in this state, don't kick her while she’s down!" Fu Yanchuan frowned, threw the phone on the floor, and pulled Lin Wanbai toward the door.

Yuan Yujun stomped her feet in anger. "Where do you think you’re going! Are you crazy?! Stop right there!"

Fu Yanchuan paused, took a breath, turned to look at her, and said, "I’m taking her away."

She laughed in disbelief. "Take her where?"

"Anywhere, as long as it’s not Macau, okay?!"

As he moved to open the door, Yuan Yujun lunged forward, slammed it shut, and as she turned, she slapped him across the face. "Are you trying to see how much trouble you can cause?! Don't forget, you also carry the Fu name! Do you think Fu Juxing will let you go? And now you want to drag a burden with you? Are... are you trying to kill me with rage!"

"She was the one who insisted on marrying him! Now she should bear the consequences of everything! She ruined your engagement in front of everyone! Why are you acting like a saint here! You should be happy! Ending up like this today is exactly what she deserves!"

"Mom!"

"Am I wrong?! If she hadn't insisted on marrying Fu Juxing, tearing others apart, would any of this have happened? Let me tell you, the Fu family’s ruin has her fingerprints on it! The Lin family being used as a sacrifice isn't unjust at all!"

Lin Wanbai took a deep breath. In a way, Yuan Yujun was right—she wasn't wrong at all.

She pulled her hand away from Fu Yanchuan. Indeed, she truly didn't have the face to come and beg for help.

She pulled at the corners of her mouth and said, "My aunt is right. Sorry to bother you. I’m leaving."

She quickly opened the door and ran out.

Fu Yanchuan went to follow, but Yuan Yujun blocked him. "I won't let you go!"

Fu Yanchuan didn't say a word, shoved Yuan Yujun aside, and raced out. Lin Wanbai hadn't gone far; after all, she was pregnant, and her body was heavy, so she couldn't walk fast. He grabbed her. "Come with me."

Lin Wanbai didn't speak, only struggled, but this time Fu Yanchuan didn't let go.

"Lin Zhouye entrusted me to take you away from here!"

Lin Wanbai stopped struggling and turned to look at him.

Fu Yanchuan said, "Get away first, we’ll think of a way later."

Lin Wanbai looked at him, and tears slowly began to fall. Yuan Yujun’s words had pierced her heart. Looking at Fu Yanchuan before her, she suddenly felt she had truly been wrong.

She must have been crazy to have gone to such lengths to snatch a man who didn't love her at all!

If there were an "if," if she had just honestly married Fu Yanchuan back then, would none of this have happened?

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."

She shook her head. "I won't leave. My mother and grandfather are still here; I can't abandon them. I have to stay."

"I believe if they knew, they would want you to leave. Xiaobai! Don't let your emotions rule you. You can't fight him alone. I suspect he has ties to Chaosheng, and if that’s true..." He didn't finish the sentence.

But Lin Wanbai already understood. If he really had ties to Chaosheng, then no one could stop him.

Moreover, his revenge certainly wasn't limited to just these few days. He must have waited a long time for this day, and he must have planned this day for a long time.

With someone so well-prepared, how could there be any loose ends?

As Jiang Shuzhi once said, "He who can endure what others cannot, will achieve what others cannot." He had been biding his time, waiting for this very day.

Lin Wanbai closed her eyes and let out a rattling laugh. She covered her face with one hand, laughing as she said, "He hid so deeply! I really am the silliest, most stupid person in the world. My aunt is right, everything is my fault. If I hadn't insisted on marrying him back then, maybe none of this would have turned out this way."

She wiped away her tears, laughing even harder, while the tears continued to flow, unable to stop. Her voice became extremely choked, as if asking herself: "Why? I protected him so much, why is he doing this to me?!"

Seeing her like this, Fu Yanchuan felt a pang in his heart. He took a tissue and wiped her tears himself. "This has nothing to do with you; it’s not your fault. Don't take everything upon yourself. Since he has a plan, even if you hadn't married him back then, he would have found another way to get revenge."

"Then he wouldn't be taking revenge on the Lin family." She looked up at him, her eyes dazed; she looked like a glass doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Fu Yanchuan felt his heart ache and instinctively pulled her into an embrace. "Don't think about it; it’s not your fault, none of it is your fault. Now is not the time to assign blame. You are still pregnant, and for safety’s sake, let me take you away first. We can plot for the future later, okay?"

Lin Wanbai didn't speak, didn't struggle, just stared blankly at the lights on the ceiling, her heart dead.

How could she abandon her mother and grandfather?

Just leave them to their fate and run away? She truly couldn't do it!

But in the current situation, if she didn't do so, there seemed to be no other path. Every road she thought she could take had been severed by Fu Juxing!