After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"It's too late," Wen Jin stood up with a sneer, and the sound coming from his chest sounded like the whimper of a devil from hell.

"You don't get a second chance."

There was a noise coming from the door, and Zhao Wan'er's expression changed almost instantly. She walked towards the entrance with a smile on her face and greeted Wen Qiyun: "Are you back? Xiaojin is waiting for you."

"Arguing again?" Wen Qiyun glanced at Zhao Wan'er indifferently.

Take in her recent attempts at flattery.

"How could that be? I just apologized to Xiao Jin and she forgave me."

"Really?" Wen Qiyun obviously didn't believe what she said. His eyes fell on Wen Jin with a questioning look.

play?

Pretend?

Then I'll play with you.

"Yes!" Wen Jin responded: "I just told my mom that I will come back to live more often recently."

Zhao Wan'er's heart ached.

The reason why she could act in front of Wen Qiyun was partly because of his feelings for him.

But if Wen Jin was here.

It may not be possible to continue the performance.

"Right, Mom?"

Zhao Waner smiled awkwardly: "Yes."

"Okay, okay, a family should act like a family."

"I made some mung bean soup. Can I serve some to you?"

"Okay," Wen Qiyun, in Wen Jin's words, attached too much importance to family, so much so that he tolerated Zhao Wan'er again and again, allowing her to develop to the point where she had an affair and supported another child outside.

Wen Jin glanced at Zhao Wan'er coldly and made an excuse to go upstairs.

Wen Mo saw this and followed closely. The moment the door was closed, a question rang out at the same time: "Why do you say that?"

"What did you say?" Wen Jin asked back, "You said I'm not Zhao Wan'er's biological child?"

Wen Jin laughed contemptuously, took out a certificate of appraisal from his bag and threw it to Wen Mo.

Wen Mo turned to the last page and glanced at it: Ms. Wen Jin and the person being identified (lady) are not mother and daughter.

how come?

Wen Mo was horrified and looked at Wen Jin as if she had suffered a great injustice.

If Wen Jin is not Zhao Waner’s biological son...then what’s the meaning of their deaths?

"Wen Mo, do you think you can survive?"

"Break her legs and throw her into the Southeast Asian human trafficking market"

"Sir? Someone gang-raped her...do we care?"

"Sir, she is dying."

"Impossible, I don't believe this is true," Wen Mo tore the appraisal document into pieces like crazy.

The man who was holding the phone and replying to Lin Xiao's message was frightened by Wen Mo's action. He threw the phone on the table with a clang, walked over quickly, grabbed Wen Mo's neck and pressed her against the door panel.

"Why not? What do you know?"

Wen Jin's eyes were red as he stared at Wen Mo, trying to find the answer from her.

The latter didn't care whether his neck was still in her hand or not. He closed his eyes slightly, and tears slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes.

His body slid down limply and fell to the ground.

She sat on the ground, picking up the tattered documents piece by piece, trying to piece them together.

It's like piecing together the broken pieces of myself.

"Wen Jin, do you know the human market in Southeast Asia? In that place, people are even less valuable than livestock, especially women."

"The class system is severely divided. Young and beautiful women are the playthings of the rich and powerful. When they have had enough of them, they will sell them to men in the slums who can't find wives to satisfy their physical needs."

"And the women who were bought back home, they didn't have a fixed husband, and were usually playthings for the men in the same family."

"You will be put in shackles, and there will be someone watching you every day, giving you just enough food to fill your stomach. During the day, you will be beaten, and at night, you will be gang-raped until you die..."

Wen Jin looked down at her and saw that her slender fingertips were still piecing together the pieces of paper on the ground.

As she struggled, she knelt on the ground, buried her head in her arms, and burst into tears.

Years of grievances collapsed in an instant.

Wen Mo choked with sobs, and only after dozens of minutes did she raise her head and look at Wen Jin: "I'm dead. I was gang-raped to death."

"I thought that all this was the result of my indirect concealment of the truth that killed my own sister, but today..." Wen Mo stretched out her hand and trembled as she passed the fragments to Wen Jin, vomiting blood with every word: "But you told me today that you are not my biological sister, not the daughter of the Wen family."

"Wen Jin........." Wen Mo sighed heavily, tears streaming down her face.

If Wen Jin died innocently, then what does her death mean?

Funeral?

Shen Xunzhou was so cruel, so cruel that she could remember the pain clearly every time she woke up in the middle of the night for the rest of her life.

"I don't........."

"Wen Jin...I really didn't..."

Wen Mo’s crying.

Like thorns, piercing into her heart.

Like a sharp claw, tearing off her skin, flesh, and bones...

"Wen Mo, what do you remember?"

Wen Mo shook her head: "I don't remember anything, but I remember everything."

Wen Jin squatted down in disbelief and looked at her straight in the eye: "What do you mean?"

dong dong dong ——

There was a knock on the door and her aunt called her from the door.

"What do you mean? Wen Mo."

"Miss, Madam is calling you to go downstairs and drink some mung bean soup."

"Wen Mo?" Wen Jin didn't move, staring at Wen Mo eagerly wanting to get an answer.

"Miss?"

"Get out," she yelled.

The knocking stopped for a moment.

Wen Jin was impatient. He reached out and grabbed Wen Mo's shoulders, forcing her to look at him: "Wen Mo, what do you remember? Tell me!"

Wen Mo guessed that Wen Jin also remembered things from his previous life.

She didn't dare to admit it, didn't dare to gamble.

If Wen Jin remembers, will Shen Xunzhou also remember?

If Shen Xunzhou knew...

Can she still survive?

"Why are you crying? Tell me!" Wen Jin yelled.

Like an innocent ghost who is about to encounter the truth.

With a clang, Zhao Wan'er pushed the door open and saw Wen Mo being held by Wen Jin. She stepped forward and pulled her away: "Wen Jin, what are you doing?"

"Momo? How are you?"

"Momo?"

BANG——————Wen Mo’s body tilted and she fell to the ground, her face so pale as if she was about to turn to ashes.

Wen Jin hurriedly got up from the ground and tried to reach out to Wen Mo.

Zhao Wan'er slapped him away: "Wen Jin, that's enough. I know you have a problem with me, but you shouldn't do this to Wen Mo."

She doesn't believe it!

Do not believe!

I don't believe Wen Mo doesn't remember anything.

Wen Jin crawled over and shook Wen Mo's arm.

Like a madman who is eager to know the truth about his own death, Shen Xunzhou kept saying that he didn't kill her, so how did she die?

How did her child die?

"Wen Mo, wake up, why are you pretending?"

"Wen Mo..........."