Chapter 8: My Father Is Dead (1/2)

'My child is dead.

My love is gone.

The Xu Consortium has gone bankrupt.

I have nothing but myself, and now I don't want to live on,' Xu Zijin thought in despair.

She madly rushed towards those women and stoned them.

The echoes of their painful cries reverberated through the cemetery.

”Stop it!” a solemn voice suddenly came from behind.

Xu Zijin immediately stopped throwing stones and subconsciously looked back at that man. The very next second, she received a tight slap across the face.

”Pat!”

Xu Zijin fell and struck her head against a big stone, her ears ringing. Blood oozed from the wound on her forehead and trickled down into her eyes, blurring her vision.

”Xu Zijin, how dare you make a scene at Anan's funeral!”

Fu Sinian's handsome face clouded as he looked at her with piercing, sinister eyes as if to cut her to pieces. However, for some unknown reason, his anger disappeared when he saw that her face was covered in blood.

His eyes darkened and he felt giddy and light-headed, seeing double. It seemed that there was a monster colliding right and left inside him, trying to break away from his control.

”Brother Sinian, please help me! This madwoman wants to kill me. Just look at my face!” Those women besieged Fu Sinian and scrambled to put the blame on Xu Zijin.

”Go away!” He raised his foot and kicked them away. ”Uncle Fu, drive these women away!”

After that, he strode away without even looking at Xu Zijin.

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Xu Zijin sat on the ground with a pale face, looking particularly frail. The slap given by Fu Sinian was like a hammer hitting at her heart, taking all her strength and hope away.

A clean handkerchief was handed to her by someone. Xu Zijin raised her head and saw Su Xiyu standing in front of her.