nashuaworldcup Chapter 209 Trigger
Chapter 209 Trigger
Faced with the shocking scar on Jiang Zhaodi's forehead, Yang Shengming's expression gradually changed from initial surprise to incredible sympathy.
The doubts he inadvertently revealed actually came from his confusion and regret about such a tragic fate.
In this corner of the world, the boundaries between kindness and malice are blurred, and Jiang Zhaodi's story is undoubtedly one of the cruelest footnotes.
Sheng Junwei and her group looked at Yang Shengming silently. The latter was a little at a loss, eager to explain his unintentional offense.
There is a subtle and complex atmosphere in the air.
Sheng Junwei's eyes fell on Jiang Zhaodi's scars again, which was a blend of deep understanding and compassion: "She did endure unimaginable pain, but these scars are far deeper than the history you and I know."
In the end, Jiang Zhaodi was dragged into Jiang Daqiang's home by the ruthless fate and became a nominal wife with no love, no warmth, only endless responsibilities and constraints.
In the struggle and torment deep in her heart, she tried to convince herself that all these sacrifices might bring a ray of hope to the orphans left behind by Sister Fan, and serve as atonement for her previous decision.
However, fate always likes to play cruel jokes.
Jiang Guangyao, the child left behind by Sister Fan, not only failed to understand this sacrifice, but under the constant whispers and hints of the villagers, he poured all his hatred and anger on Jiang Zhaodi, believing that she was the one who took his mother's life.
A five-year-old child, whose mind is not yet mature, has already deeply planted the seeds of revenge.
Jiang Daqiang's family's abuse of Jiang Zhaodi and Jiang Guangyao's growing hatred made her a real outcast and a punching bag in this place that should have been called "home".
Every day, Jiang Zhaodi faces endless accusations and difficulties.
Even the most insignificant mistake would become the fuse for Jiang Guangyao to vent his anger.
Every speck of dust on her clothing, the slightest delay in dinner time, even the smallest amount of food on the table, was enough to set off a storm against her.
In just two years, her body and mind were filled with scars, but she still had a trace of tenderness, reserved for the child who hated her because of misunderstanding.
Ironically, it was Jiang Guangyao, who had never felt the slightest bit of gratitude towards her, who indirectly directed her tragic ending with his misguided hatred.
The innocence and ignorance of children, under the malicious guidance of the adult world, have turned into deadly weapons.
Jiang Guangyao was deeply misled by the rumors and believed that only by getting rid of Jiang Zhaodi could he avenge his mother.
After many fruitless provocations, he used the information he learned by chance to weave a lie about Jiang Zhaodi's plan to elope, pushing her into a greater abyss.
In that era without justice and when life and death could be decided based on rumors alone, Jiang Zhaodi was charged with false charges.
That night, just as the villagers were preparing to carry out the cruel "drowning in a pond" punishment, it was Jiang Zhaodi's sister who, with deep sympathy and reluctance for her sister, secretly came to the ancestral hall, untied the ropes that bound her, trying to give her a last chance to escape.
However, fate seemed to have already set a web from which it was impossible to escape.
Just as Jiang Zhaodi was fleeing full of hope, history amazingly repeated itself - the man who had inadvertently revealed her whereabouts two years ago once again found her at the same place, late at night, for the same reason, pushing her back into the vortex of fate.
This time, Jiang Zhaodi's deep desire for survival was completely extinguished.
Amid the blockade and noise all around, she used up her last bit of strength and issued a soul-shaking cry to Jiang Guangyao, revealing a secret that had been buried for many years with all her heart - her voice was mixed with helplessness and grief, indicating that she was not the culprit who killed his mother, but an innocent scapegoat.
With trembling hands, she pointed at the onlookers and complained about how the bright future their mother and uncle should have had was ruined by the selfish, greedy, ignorant and cruel people in Caojia Village.
A trace of regret flashed in her eyes, revealing that if those cold hearts in Caojia Village had not stopped her, once his mother escaped from this place of trouble, she would have taken him away and started a new and hopeful life together.
But all these beautiful visions were torn to pieces by the residents of this land!
Her eyes swept across everyone present like a sharp blade. It was a hatred and unwillingness that was deeply engraved in her bones. She vowed that even if she died, every soul that indirectly or directly caused the tragedy of the Fan siblings would receive the judgment they deserved.
In her memory, there was a thought that she wanted to follow in Sister Fan's footsteps and end her life under the old locust tree, but the villagers seemed to have foreseen her intention, and they guarded against her strictly and ruthlessly deprived her of the right to end her life.
Before dawn, in the dark night, they threw her heavy body into the sparkling river at the entrance of the village. The river swallowed up her last bit of life and sealed her injustice forever.
Yang Shengming was so surprised when he heard this: "This story is incredible! It's like a suspense drama."
His brows were furrowed, and his tone was filled with doubt: "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but your description gives me the illusion that you have experienced all of this personally."
He was answered by a hoarse and old voice, which penetrated the barriers of time and space, carrying a pain that could not be ignored: "What she said is true. I have personally endured those painful pasts."
As the dusty memories came flooding back like a tide, anger erupted like a volcano: "I will make those villains pay a heavy price for their actions. I will avenge Sister Fan and let hatred be the last melody of their lives!"
She looked up at the sky, her laughter full of madness and determination: "Death is too easy for them. I will make them bear the shackles of hatred and never have peace in their lives!"
Her last words, like a sharp blade, accurately planted the seeds of revenge in Jiang Guangyao's heart.
Even though her soul could not transform into a ghost and kill her enemies herself, she was convinced that this deep-seated hatred was enough to arouse Jiang Guangyao's inner anger and drive him to seek justice for his father and uncle.
She sneered, "In the end, the doubts in Jiang Guangyao's heart grew like weeds. Without the halo of being Sister Fan's son, he was just a young man who was overly spoiled by Nanping Village, cruel and selfish."
"He often muttered about his mother's noble family background, but he received no response from his father and grandfather, who always remained silent."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"That child has been very intelligent since he was young. At the tender age of five, he was able to silently endure two years of oppression for the sake of revenge. For the sake of a better life, he chose to endure again, and this wait lasted for a long eight years."