C12 Now That She Was Alive They Should Die!

"Alright!" Even though he didn't know what this was about, Yang Keng agreed.

"And..." Ye Zhenzhen hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally said, "Can we not tell my dad about the car accident just yet?"

"Why not?" Yang Keng didn't agree. This wasn't a trivial matter. If it was a serious accident, Mr. Ye had to be informed.

"They'll be back from their honeymoon soon anyway, so why worry them? With you here, Uncle Yang, I'm sure everything will be handled properly!" Ye Zhenzhen wasn't ready to face them just yet.

The main issue was that if her father returned, that woman would come back with him. And she wasn't ready to see her stepmother, Su Ruolan.

In her last moments, Ye Tiantian's words pierced her heart. She said she died the same way her mother did. So, her kind and gentle mother might have been murdered too. The most likely suspect back then was her mother's close friend, Su Ruolan, who had come to live with them with her child.

Thinking about how she had encouraged her dad to marry Su Ruolan filled her with regret. She could hardly stand the thought of facing that woman without feeling anything.

"Alright, I'll send someone to the hospital to handle things," Yang Keng said, checking his watch. He didn't want to argue with Ye Zhenzhen over this because he was definitely going to inform Mr. Ye.

Before hanging up, after getting the address, Yang Keng offered one last piece of advice: "Chairman Ye really cares about you."

Ye Zhenzhen held the receiver, the dial tone buzzing in her ear. It took her a while to put the phone down. People always told her how much her father cared, but she only realized it after losing him.

Her nose tingled, and she rubbed her eyes, refusing to let herself be weak again.

After informing the doctor that her family would arrive soon, Ye Zhenzhen went to the restroom alone. Standing in front of the mirror at the sink, she finally had a moment to herself.

The face in the mirror was smudged with dirt, speckled with mud. After a thorough wash, her face was clean, though her damp, messy hair and clothes were still unattended. Yet, her face alone was enough to distract from her disheveled state.

Her fair skin was smooth and flawless, like it had been treated with the finest skincare. Her long eyelashes curled delicately, reminiscent of the leaves of a sensitive plant. Her large eyes were clear and lively, untouched by time, radiating a youthful brilliance.

Her slightly pursed lips were as delicate as rose petals, and her earlobes were free of the earrings her father had always despised.

This was how she looked ten years ago, at sixteen, untouched by life's hardships, still carrying the innocence of youth.

By then, her mother had been gone for four years.

By then, her mother's close friend, Ruolan, had married her father, becoming her stepmother.

By then, she was supposed to have been in a car accident, losing hearing in her left ear, and was in the hospital, unable to accept reality, screaming in denial.

Afterward, she took a break from school, and her stepsister took her place at a prestigious academy, gradually becoming a true socialite.

Her hands pressed firmly on the sink, she could feel the freshly healed wounds reopening, blood seeping through the bandages.

Zhen, meaning auspiciousness and happiness.

Her parents named her Zhenzhen, hoping for a life of peace and joy.

Yet, the name didn't shield her from life's trials.

She lost her mother as a child, her father as a teen, and faced many hardships as an adult. It was only after enduring so much that she accepted Lu Cheng's proposal, hoping for a stable future.

But less than six months into the marriage, she discovered his affair with her stepsister, leading to an utterly despairing situation.

Memories rushed through her mind, vividly reminding her of how foolish she once was, completely deceived by that mother and daughter. Sometimes, it takes a near-death experience to realize where one's true worth lies. Now that she had a second chance at life, those who wronged her deserved to face the consequences. Her eyes in the mirror were as sharp and resilient as a freshly honed blade, glinting with a fierce determination.

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