Chapter 2 A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing Who Would Eventually Destroy the Century-old Lan Family

"Wen Muchu, your flesh and your bones will be devoured by wild beasts! I will become the president, and the whole country will all be mine! As for this woman...since you loved her so much that you even lost your life for her, I'll fulfill your wish and leave her to you."

Lan Xiao widened her eyes and looked at Lou Yucheng in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

With a smirk on his face, Lou Yucheng casually explained, "Your father, your grandparents, and even your little brother, all perished at my hands. The person who caused the destruction of the Lan family was not Wen Muchu. It was me.

In fact, I was the one who planned the rape incident, too. Wen Muchu was always nothing but a scapegoat. Lan Xiao, even though you hated him for so many years, he was the one who loved you wholeheartedly. But now, you killed him with your own hands. Ha ha... How could there be someone as stupid as you in this world?"

Lan Xiao raised her head and looked at him in a daze as if she was looking at a stranger.

The very next moment, she felt the muzzle of his gun pressed against her forehead.

"Your father bringing me to the Lan family after killing my family was his biggest mistake. Everything I've done after that was just retribution."

Lan Xiao remembered the first time she had seen Lou Yucheng as if it had happened just yesterday. She had been a young girl of ten years old.

That year, it had been snowing heavily in Ling City. After opening the gate of the villa, her father had ushered in a boy in rags. The boy's face was covered with dirt, but his eyes were bright.

Lan Shanhua could never have guessed that the boy he had brought to his family villa was not a kind one who could bring happiness to his daughter, but a wolf in sheep's clothing who would eventually destroy the century-old Lan Family.

With a bang, the bullet pierced through Lan Xiao's forehead, and her body instantly fell backwards. Regret flooded her eyes as she felt Wen Muchu's body underneath hers.

As her eyes gradually lost focus, she noticed a beautiful and graceful woman snuggling up to Lou Yucheng's shoulder.

The two of them stared indifferently at Lan Xiao, who was on the verge of death. Their eyes were as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

That woman next to Lou Yucheng was none other than Lan Xiao's half-sister. Lan Xiao had loved her sister with her whole heart over the past decades.

In fact, she had always treated her and Lou Yucheng well, but now, it seemed that she had been nothing more than a pawn in their eyes. A bloody tear fell from the corner of her eye, mixed with hatred and regret.

As her consciousness slowly faded away, all she felt was how wet and sticky her fingers were. And then, as if they had been lit on fire, it was replaced with a burning sensation.

She raised her eyes with some difficulty and looked at her fingers in a daze, only to see that her blood and Wen Muchu's blood had mixed and stained the ruby ring on her index finger. This ruby ring was a family heirloom that had been passed down from generation to generation. A faint light flashed, and then everything went silent.

When Lan Xiao opened her eyes again, she found that she was shrouded in darkness. She couldn't even see her own body.

However, the thick and unpleasant smell of blood permeated the air, making her feel uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but turn over with a groan.

As she turned over, her forehead grazed against something. She cried out in pain and quickly covered her head.

Wait! Didn't Lou Yucheng shoot her in the head? She should be dead.

She touched her forehead in a hurry. Something went wrong! There seemed to be only a graze on her head, no blood at all.

A gust of cold wind blew, making a shiver run through her body. She curled up and wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

It was so strange. Why did she feel cold? And why did her head hurt?

A dead person wouldn't be able to feel such things, right? Why did she feel great pain in her head? How could the wind be so bone-chilling?