Staring in shock at Di Xihuang, she realized that her only child had grown tall and imposing, his eyes now filled with hatred for her.
“You… are you crazy? I… I am your mother,” Di Ying panicked, speaking incoherently, even revealing a secret she had guarded, which surprised Tian Muxiang, who had just arrived.
“Hahaha,” Ou Xueman coldly laughed. “Di Ying, so this is your day of reckoning. Do you know what karma is? Evil deeds lead to self-destruction.”
She got out of bed and approached Di Ying, accusingly saying, “Haven’t you ever felt remorse? In the quiet of the night, didn’t you hear your sister demanding compensation? Didn’t you hear your deceased nephew crying? Didn’t you hear my uncle demanding your life? You heartless woman, who destroyed one happy family after another, and now you dare to blame others for seeking justice.”
Panic and fear trembled in her dull eyes. “Shut up, shut up!” She covered her ears and screamed.
“And you’ll end up in prison,” Ou Xueman shouted back fiercely.
“No.”
Di Ying went mad, grabbing a fruit knife from the table and taking Ou Xueman hostage. “Even if I die, I won’t go to prison. But if I die, I’ll take you down with me.”
As the knife’s cold light was about to strike, Di Xihuang’s heart stopped, “Stop!”
In that critical moment, Ou Xueman seized Di Ying’s hand around her neck, quickly turned, and executed an over-the-shoulder throw that slammed Di Ying to the ground.
Di Xihuang rushed forward, embracing Ou Xueman tightly as if trying to merge with her. “I want nothing; I’ll give up everything, as long as you’re safe!”
In his arms, she felt his trembling, fear, and love—something no acting could replicate.
Ou Xueman sighed deeply. Alright, let me be foolish one more time. Even if it’s another deception, even if all I get are wounds.
She reached back to hug him, softly comforting him, “Huang.”
Her soft call made him freeze, not daring to move, as if afraid it was an illusion that would disappear.
Even in their previous intimacy, she had never called him like this.
“What did you call me?” Di Xihuang asked, both expectant and afraid.
Ou Xueman cupped his extraordinarily handsome face and softly whispered, “Huang, I love you.”
