He Rou’s morning was still the same as usual.
But during the night she didn’t know about, her tossing and turning in bed, her breathing, and some strange sounds made due to insomnia, were all heard and recorded by someone.
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The previous night at a certain private hospital.
Luo Yun, who was recuperating there, was completely weak.
Not just physical strength, but more so her energy, and the desire within her for a certain object.
She lay half-sitting in bed, holding a tablet in her hand, watching everything in the villa surveillance at that moment.
Watching the person lying in bed.
Watching her…
And listening to her voice…
Very much enjoying it.
Everything was so beautiful, but… her legs, at this moment, were so unfortunately injured.
It happened just a few days before He Rou left the reformatory.
It was a car accident, a man-made disaster.
Without any warning, without anyone noticing, this disaster happened so suddenly.
As to whether it was truly an accident, Luo Yun knew in her heart.
She had once trusted her father so much, but never expected…
This scumbag still couldn’t control his lower half.
He somehow got himself two younger brothers and one younger sister from somewhere.
And they were only four years younger than her, conceived before her mother had even passed away.
She was really angry.
But whenever she got angry, her heart felt very, very strange.
She desperately needed He Rou to come to her side.
But currently she had no rights, no power.
Even money could only be obtained from that father.
…
At the beginning of this year, she went to negotiate at a place where her father often stayed.
After all, she was not only the legitimate eldest child, but also the only offspring of the Luo family.
Luo Yun needed her own sphere of influence.
It wasn’t smooth at first.
Apart from giving her some money, her father gave her only empty things.
At that time, she didn’t quite understand; after all, these things would eventually be hers anyway, so why not let her get in touch with them from earlier?
But she didn’t think much about it.
Luo Yun still calmly went to do the tasks her father assigned her, though they were all very idle.
But all the changes happened during the New Year’s Eve period.
Having stayed at the company for a long time, hoping to learn some experience from the executives or understand some secrets, Luo Yun was called back by a text message.
“Father hopes to have a family gathering.”
She originally thought this was just an ordinary session of caring for the lonely elderly, but when she arrived at his residence, her perception changed.
‘What were those three little brats that suddenly popped up?’
‘What did he mean by saying these were my younger siblings?’
Luo Yun looked at them, and the nausea in her heart grew stronger.
No matter how dissatisfied she was, this gathering still had to proceed.
But during the meal, Luo Yun’s nausea became even more severe.
From what they said, they were all receiving resources that originally belonged to her.
Education, power, and so on, all were catching up to Luo Yun quite a bit. Even that younger sister, though she looked so young, spoke words that only adults could say—seductive words.
Usually people would call that being a “green tea bitch.”
But Luo Yun didn’t care much.
Some words couldn’t be said openly.
After it ended, she went to her father’s resting bedroom.
Her father’s words were very few…
His partner passed away, his only daughter was insane, and he himself was growing old.
This vast empire needed an heir.
Although they were illegitimate, this was simply the best choice at the moment.
But…
‘But I am standing here, stable and sound!’
‘I am not sick! I possess every condition, wisdom, years of training, and my parents’ utmost love all combined in me!’
‘I am so outstanding, why would he think I am…’
‘Psychotic!’
…
Every time she thought of this, Luo Yun felt that the urge to torture and kill in her heart was about to get out of control.
She wanted to kill them now, and this… father.
Yes…
Maybe her father was right; she was indeed psychotic.
Since she couldn’t normally obtain what was rightfully hers,
Then a psychotic would use crazy methods to get them.
Those so-called “younger siblings” were all very childish in Luo Yun’s eyes, and even their seriousness at times was simply laughable.
But even though they were such clowns, her father still tilted most of the resources toward them.
And… Luo Yun never expected that those clowns would actually dare to come after her before she had even made a move.
That’s right, their plan was very successful—her legs were paralyzed.
Although the doctor said there was still a chance of recovery, but…
The chance was slim.
A madwoman, a psychotic, half-paralyzed, one who had long been abandoned by her father, with a dark future.
Three intact ones… young, can be carefully nurtured, with promising futures.
Two choices…
Capitalists are cold-blooded.
Even if they were once passionate.
…
Her father gave Luo Yun the best medical resources, but that was all.
Except for the first few days when he visited a few times, the rest of the time, it was specially dispatched personnel.
Whenever Luo Yun thought about her own behavior during those days, she really felt her father was right.
‘I really am a madwoman…’
But a madwoman also has a madwoman’s desires.
After spending some time in the hospital, Luo Yun had been thinking of ways to break the deadlock.
But the more she thought, the more she couldn’t escape the idea that she was now a worthless person.
She had never been depressed since her mother’s death.
But now, that desire to be depressed was transformed by her heart disease into a thirst for bloody things, a desire for… He Rou.
These desires tormented Luo Yun, not knowing what to do.
She had no choice but to endure hardship…
Luo Yun performed herself as a worthless person.
Now, getting her father’s support was no longer realistic, and she also had to be constantly on guard against those “younger siblings.”
Solutions were figured out bit by bit.
Opportunities were also groped for bit by bit.
When He Rou left the reformatory and was sent to court for trial that day, she begged her father so humbly.
Really… so humble.
The burning wings of the phoenix never went out, and the crown on the queen’s head never fell.
But Luo Yun had been humble…
The disability of her legs made her even more insane.
Luo Yun was inherently treacherous and brutal.
The nurse who delivered her meals would be splashed with soup, and the nanny who cared for her would be tormented until she couldn’t straighten her back.
Those who served her began to loathe her.
But Luo Yun didn’t care.
She hid a table knife under her pillow.
Opportunities were hard to find; she could only wait.
If waiting was endless,
Then one night, Luo Yun would end herself with her own hands.
Pride need not be self-admiration; the end of a tragedy is just an ending.
The world’s forward march would not stop because of her alone.
But her world would fall into infinite stagnation because of her stopping.
If this could bring glory to her weakness,
Then her Ah Q spirit was nothing but an insult.
Hateful…
She actually wanted to end herself…
The people who deserve to die haven’t died yet…