Chapter 23

Chapter 1: Do You Admit Your Guilt? I Admit You’re a Fool!

I Like You, That’s Enough

Swish!

Wen Han immediately tucked her phone away, switching to an innocent expression in a second.

“Wen Han, does it still hurt?” Qin Long asked gently, frowning. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Mr. Qin, I think… I should go pick up the kids first.”

Wen Han forced a smile, on the verge of tears, and abruptly turned away, her heart-wrenching silhouette hurrying off.

“Hey! I…” Qin Long’s expression changed, trying to stop her.

But Lin Xiaomei rushed over from behind, forcing him to act quickly to intervene.

“Hey, what do you want?!”

“This green tea! This little vixen! Shameless woman! Qin Long, I love you! I truly love you! Even if you have no money, I still love you!”

“Are you not ashamed, yelling like this at night?!”

“Is loving you something to be ashamed of?!”

The voices of the two arguing echoed behind Wen Han, stirring up murmurs among the passersby.

The innocence and grievance that once adorned her face had vanished; Wen Han wore a cold look, picking up her phone, lost in thought.

…

Clap… Clap… Clap…

Night.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the midst of silence.

In the bedroom, Wen Han gently patted Little Yuan as thoughts of the Light Magic Society and the Recycling Station occupied her mind.

Should she really join the Recycling Station?

But the Light Magic Society… including Su Zeheng, they all gave her an instinctive feeling of disgust. Yet joining the Recycling Station could bring her considerable benefits and “joy.”

After all, playing with emotions was her daily routine—earning money through her daily life was a win-win situation, right?

Once she joined the Light Magic Society, she’d likely find herself restrained; what freedom could she have then?

Perhaps due to the influence of black magic, Wen Han’s thoughts and dark sides had become uncontrollable.

She was aware of this herself, but at that moment, she didn’t care at all.

This was like how many people often don’t want to become the very people they disdain, yet life’s circumstances gradually change them. They know they’re heading toward a once-opposed stance, but they’ve become accustomed to it and find themselves unable to change.

Thus, lucid awareness and action are two completely different concepts.

“…Hmm? Are you asleep?”

So lost in thought that she hadn’t even noticed Little Yuan had fallen asleep.

Wen Han carefully stood up and grabbed her phone, which had just vibrated.

[Wen Han, are you okay?]

[I’m sorry, today… sigh! It’s all my fault!]

[I’ll resolve this matter; sorry for making you suffer.]

[I truly love you.]

It was a message from Qin Long, and there were at least dozens of them—dense with lengthy discussions.

Wen Han merely skimmed through and closed it without intending to reply.

Ding!

However, just as the screen went dark, another sound chimed.

Wen Han thought it was Qin Long, but upon opening it, she was surprised to find it was Lin Wu Ju.

[You’ve hesitated.]

“This guy knows what just happened?!”

She frowned: [Are you questioning me?]

Lin Wu Ju quickly replied, as if he didn’t need to type at all: [I just find it somewhat ironic that a black magician would believe the words of someone from the Light Magic Society.]

Wen Han narrowed her eyes: [Yin-yang person, rotten butt. Anyway, I never said I wouldn’t do it.]

“Is that so?” The voice suddenly echoed in the living room.

Wen Han abruptly turned her head and found Lin Wu Ju standing casually, with a smile directed at her.

“Do you believe I could kill you?!” She stood up coldly.

“Sorry.” Lin Wu Ju shrugged. “Then let’s return to the Recycling Station.”

He waved his arm, and the living room was suddenly engulfed in black light.

A beam of light flickered before her, and in the next second, Wen Han found herself indeed back at Recycling Station 777.

“Now you can speak freely,” Lin Wu Ju said as he sat down in an armchair and casually tossed two files onto the table.

“What is this?” Wen Han slowly approached, not bothering to open them. “Just say what you need to say.”

“I once told you, both the victim and the murderer deserve their fates.” Lin Wu Ju picked up a file. “Qin Long has played with many women and even drugged them to engage in illicit activities. He has evaded the law through money and power, and no one has ever prosecuted him. Do you still think he’s innocent?”

Wen Han took a deep breath and rolled her eyes: “I don’t like rhetorical questions, thanks.”

“Okay. Then I…”

“I also don’t like hearing people flaunt their fancy language, wa ga da?” Wen Han interrupted directly.

Lin Wu Ju fell silent, watching her intently.

After a moment, he suddenly broke into a grin: “I just love this side of you. You’re a born witch, an ultimate witch!”

“But this witch doesn’t like you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me; I’ll like you just fine.” Lin Wu Ju opened the second file. “Lin Xiaomei, real age twenty-nine, has been defrauding men of their money through romance and marriage scams, causing many to be harmed or even go bankrupt.”

He raised his head: “So I said, they all deserve their fates.”

Wen Han silently glanced over the file, then suddenly chuckled coldly: “What are you telling me this for?”

“I just feel like…” A shadow flashed, and Lin Wu Ju suddenly appeared before her. “You seem frightened.”

“No need for provocation.” Wen Han crossed her arms. “But I never care whether they are innocent or not; I only care about myself, and I only care about what you can give me!”

“Excellent!” Lin Wu Ju suddenly clapped his hands as he reappeared in the chair. “That’s the witch! Wen Han, don’t waste your talent; you can definitely become a key figure under the Demon King in the future.”

“Hmph.” Wen Han rolled her eyes at him, reading the incantation under his gaze.

With a blink of her eyes, she found herself back at home.

“I await your good news,” Lin Wu Ju’s voice echoed in her ears.

Wen Han glanced around the living room, and after confirming no one was present, sat down on the sofa.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then opened her phone and pulled up the video she had recorded earlier.

…

“Qin Long, don’t think you can shake me off! No way!!!”

In front of the mirror in the bathroom, Lin Xiaomei craned her neck, glaring at the red marks on her body.

How dare he hit me for a shameless woman he barely knows?!

How infuriating!

She thought she could become the wife of a wealthy man, no longer wasting her time and energy seducing those men who made her feel disgusted; instead, the one who played with others ended up being played with herself?!

This intense feeling of unwillingness and anger made Lin Xiaomei tremble, but she was quickly jolted back to reality by the sound of her phone.

“Who is it?”

She suspiciously opened her phone.

[Xiaomei, is this you?]

“Hmm?”

After clicking on the trending video sent by her friends, Lin Xiaomei lazily glanced a couple of times, then suddenly froze.

“What is… what is this?!!! How, how could this happen?!!!”

In the video, a disheveled woman sat on the ground, throwing a tantrum, completely losing face.

And that woman… was herself!

“Who! Who recorded this?!” She snapped back to her senses, furious and trembling. “Who was it!!!”

She didn’t care about humiliating herself; for money, she had long abandoned her dignity and pride.

But now it was trending… how would she deceive others in the future?

Her financial lifeline had been cut off, and someone had seen her ugly and embarrassing side; Qin Long no longer wanted her.

A wave of despair suddenly washed over her, as though she had fallen from a mountain peak into a valley.

Lin Xiaomei clenched her fists and fell into a prolonged silence.

“It’s all that shameless woman’s fault!”

After a moment, she raised her bloodshot eyes with a grim expression.

“If it weren’t for her, Qin Long wouldn’t have left me! If it weren’t for her, how could I have been thrown down by Qin Long, then uploaded online?! I want… I want…”

“I want to kill her!!!!”