activa-t Chapter 380 An Shiyan's Madness
Chapter 380 An Shiyan's Madness
Meanwhile, An Shiyan gazed at Mo Wanting's picture, lost in thought. His memories were filled with happiness. He remembered the time he'd been separated from his brother, tired and hungry, his small body wandering helplessly through the streets. As the sky darkened, fear and despair washed over him like a tide. Just as he was about to collapse, a small figure appeared before him and handed him a piece of bread.
An Shiyan looked up and saw Mo Wanting's innocent smile. At that moment, the sun shone on her, as if she were gilded with a layer of gold. "Here, eat it." Mo Wanting's voice was like a heavenly sound, planting a seed of warmth in An Shiyan's heart. From then on, the taste of that piece of bread and Mo Wanting's smile were deeply etched in his heart, becoming the source of his strength to persevere in difficult times.
As time passed, An Shiyan diligently searched for Mo Wanting's whereabouts. However, due to various misunderstandings, he mistook Lin Youyou for the kindhearted girl. His feelings for Lin Youyou were blind and passionate, and for her, he even made a horrible mistake, driving his car into Fu Sihan. However, he was punished, his face burned by the fire, and his legs unable to stand. His current ability to stand up has come at a terrible price.
An Shiyan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within him. His bony fingers trembled slightly as he dialed the familiar yet secret number. The moment the call connected, he deliberately lowered his voice, speaking rapidly but trying to remain calm. "It's me. Listen, help me book a flight back home as soon as possible."
He paused, looking around warily to make sure no one was eavesdropping, before continuing, "This must be done perfectly. My identity must not be discovered. You know how much trouble it would cause if the news leaked."
Then An Shiyan spoke again: "Also, you must not let An Shiyan find out that I am still alive." An Shiyan said his name almost gritting his teeth.
There were a few responses from the other end of the phone, and An Shiyan reminded him again that the flight information must be kept confidential before hanging up. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
After hanging up the phone, An Shiyan leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes deep and complex. He knew that returning home was an adventure, but also a redemption. Once, because he mistakenly recognized Lin Youyou, driven by blind and passionate emotions, he made an unforgivable mistake and pushed himself into the abyss. Not only did he harm Fu Sihan, but he also became unrecognizable and crippled his legs, ending up in such a miserable situation today. It was all because of that bitch Lin Youyou. If it weren't for her, how could he have ended up like this today.
After much deliberation, he arrived at the basement where Lin Youyou was held. An Shiyan, in a wheelchair, slowly approached the imprisoned Lin Youyou. The basement was filled with a damp, decaying atmosphere. The dim light flickered in the corners, stretching his figure to appear unusually long and distorted, like a demon from hell.
Lin Youyou huddled in a corner, her hair disheveled, her eyes filled with fear and despair. When she saw An Shiyan appear, her body instinctively shrank, her dry lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't make a sound. The once bright and beautiful woman had now been tortured beyond recognition, covered in dirt and scars.
"Lin Youyou, I will make sure you never leave here for the rest of your life." An Shiyan spoke in a low and hoarse voice, each word filled with endless hatred. "Look at yourself now, do you feel desperate? Do you regret lying to me?" He pulled a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and there was no warmth in that smile, only the pleasure of revenge.
Lin Youyou desperately shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground. "Shi Yan, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I really love you!" she choked, her voice tinged with tears. "I know I deserve death, but I really loved you back then. You got the wrong person, it's not my fault!"
An Shiyan remained unmoved. He slowly turned his wheelchair, circling around Lin Youyou. The rubber wheels of the wheelchair rubbed against the rough concrete floor, making a dull and muffled sound, each one a knock that seemed to strike at Lin Youyou's heart.
His gaze was like a sharp knife, slicing through her body inch by inch. "It's not your fault," An Shiyan said, his voice low and almost hoarse, but the resentment in it was as strong as substance. "I mistook you for Mo Wanting, and my heart and eyes were filled with good things for you."
"But what about you?" He stopped abruptly, his wheelchair slamming to a stop with a sharp grinding sound. An Shiyan raised his head and stared at Lin Youyou intently, the rage in his eyes threatening to devour her. "You exploited my feelings for you and deliberately tricked me into driving into Fu Sihan. With just a few words, you pushed me into an abyss of no return!"
"What happened?" His voice suddenly rose, a touch of hysteria. "Fu Sihan and I were both seriously injured. I was on the verge of death in the hospital, and he was struggling in pain. But what about you? You just patted your butt and walked away as if nothing had happened."
An Shiyan subconsciously touched the hideous scar on his face, gently rubbing it with his fingers, as if he were transported back to that terrible fire. "What about me? My face is disfigured, and my leg is broken. During the days of recovery, every minute and every second was torture. It was only through my tenacious will that I managed to stand up again."
His voice trailed off, filled with fatigue and pain. "But even if my leg heals, what's the use? Every time it's cloudy, this damn leg hurts like hell, reminding me of the mistakes I made and the sins I endured."
He suddenly stopped talking and swooped in close to Lin Youyou. The scar on his face looked particularly hideous under the light. "I've become like this, with my legs crippled and my face disfigured beyond recognition. It's all because of you!"
Lin Youyou looked at him in horror, her body shaking like a sieve: "I am willing to accept the punishment, Shi Yan, please let me go, I really know I was wrong." She stretched out her dirty hand and tried to grab the corner of An Shi Yan's clothes, but he slapped her away with disgust.
"Let you go?" An Shiyan laughed in anger, "You are too naive. I will let you taste the feeling of being betrayed and hurt, and let you slowly repent in pain." As he said, he called a few burly men outside, and then took out a small bottle from his arms. There was an unknown liquid in it, which flickered with a strange light under the dim light.
"What is this?" Lin Youyou widened her eyes in horror and tried to shrink back.
"This is a colorless and odorless medicine," An Shiyan said coldly, "Drinking it will make you excited here. Those burly men are preparing it for you.
Lin Youyou screamed in horror and shook her head desperately to refuse: "No, no, I don't want to drink, please, Shi Yan, spare me." She hugged her head with both hands and cried hysterically, her voice echoing in the empty basement, sounding particularly shrill.
Several burly men came to her side, looking at Lin Youyou with lustful eyes. She subconsciously stepped back and said desperately, "Go away, go away, get out of here! An Shiyan, I hate you.