The smell of disinfectant was sharp and pungent, making Su Wanwan's temples throb.
She was tightly tied to the bed in the mental hospital. The bloody scabs on her wrists were stuck to the restraints, and every move caused excruciating pain. Three months ago, her fiancé Gu Jingchen and stepsister Lin Rourou teamed up to forge her schizophrenia medical records and threw her into this place where they never saw the light of day.
The ward door was pushed open, and the sound of high heels on the floor was particularly harsh.
Lin Rourou walked in holding Gu Jingchen's arm, wearing Su Wanwan's mother's haute couture gown, a pearl necklace passed down by the Su family around her neck, delicate makeup, and a smile like a white lotus that had been tempered with poison.
"Sister, do you think Jingchen and I are a perfect match?" She leaned down and leaned into Su Wanwan's ear. Her voice was so sweet that she said, "The Su family's company now belongs to Jingchen, and the beauty formula your mother left behind has become my famous work. Oh, by the way, the orange cat you raised was disobedient a few days ago and I accidentally threw it to death."
Su Wanwan's eyeballs trembled violently, a roar came from her throat, and the hatred in her eyes almost overflowed.
Gu Jingchen stood aside, his face lost the gentleness of the past, only cold indifference remained: "Su Wanwan, I blame you for being stupid. Do you think I really like you, a spoiled waste? What I want has always been the Su family's property."
"And your parents' car accident," Lin Rourou smiled even more happily, "We bribed the driver who caused the accident and tampered with the brakes. Mr. Zhang Hong had long wanted to bring down the Su family, and we were just going along with the flow. All your life, you have been for me.
