The Destiny of Going to Hell

Wen Shichu has become immune to the men and women flirting in front of her. She has experienced this twice.

It's inexplicable, there's something wrong with your brain, why should you ask others to be responsible for your love?

Wen Shichu has realized what a great sin it is that she licked Zhen Huan to the point of forgetting her entire clan and her parents.

She raised her foot to escape, but found a pair of strong arms blocking her way.

Fu Le hugged Wen Shichu, raised his eyebrows and said to the girl over there, "I have a girlfriend, Jiang Xue, I will not fulfill that stupid marriage contract, so just give up."

The girl named Jiang Xue in the distance looked pale, her big eyes blinking. She said with tears in her eyes, "I don't believe you, you are lying to me, Brother Fu..."

Before the girl finished speaking, Wen Shichu's lips were covered by another pair of thin lips. Feeling the man's disdain and the girl's hateful gaze from afar, Wen Shichu just wanted to say, "How long are you going to torture me?"

It’s not that Wen Shichu doesn’t want to push them away, but once she meets a pair of people, her life seems to have to serve them, and she has no control over her body at all.

Her mind was in hysterics, but her body was trying to resist and welcome it.

As expected, the girl's fans believe that she bullied Jiang Xue, while the girls believe that she is not a good match for Fu Le.

Bugs in the desk box, nails in the shoes, sand in the lunch box, locked toilet door, soaked school uniform, sawed-off stool legs...

Wen Shichu didn't want to cry. After all, although she looked like a girl, she was a strong man inside. But it was no use. This body still shed strong and stubborn tears.

Fu Le pushed open the locked gym door, and a beam of sunlight shone on his figure, making him look tall and reliable. He still had that cynical look, "Ugly duckling, you become uglier when you cry."

His words were still as harsh as before, but when he carried him on his back and gently rubbed his head, Wen Shichu heard that damn heartbeat again.

Wen Shichu quietly put his arms around Fu Le's neck while he was on Fu Le's back. Fu Le smiled happily and wantonly, "Ugly duckling, you are mine. No one can bully you except me."

At this moment, Wen Shichu's heart was beating again. She knew that after the beating, there would be greater pain, but she couldn't control her body. On one hand, her heart was beating, on the other hand, she was disgusted. Wen Shichu was pulled in pain.

She had learned modern knowledge and felt that she might be schizophrenic. She even suspected that the ancient memories related to Zhen Huan were her own imagination.

Including the painful life, but she knew that it was all true, everything really existed...

Fu Le and Wen Shichu officially announced that they were together, their families did not object, Jiang Xue left the country in tears, and everything was going smoothly. But Wen Shichu knew that this was just the beginning.

Sure enough, she later married Fu Le, and after a period of sweet time, this miserable life revealed its true nature and began to extend its tentacles.

After Jiang Xue returned to China, Fu Le and Jiang Xue started to get entangled again.

Every time Wen Shichu said let's get divorced and wish you and Jiang Xue the best, the words that came out of his mouth were, "I know the friendship between you and Jiang Xue since childhood. Ah Le, I don't blame you. If you are willing..."

Before she could finish her words, Fu Le kissed her and told her that he would not do it. Her body was filled with sweetness, but Wen Shichu was extremely contemptuous in his heart. He wanted both, what a disgusting thing.

Wen Shichu looked at the car speeding towards her and the happy expression of Jiang Xue in the passenger seat. She thought, it would be nice if she could just die like that. Unfortunately, things would not turn out as Wen Shichu wished.

Wen Shichu was lying on the hospital bed, counting silently... Then he saw a tall man rushing into the ward, "Xiaochu, Xue'er is sick and needs a kidney replacement, but kidneys are hard to find nowadays. Xiaochu, yours is a perfect match for Xue'er, I..."

Fu Le seemed unable to continue speaking here.

Wen Shichu heard her body speak for itself, "I was in a car accident and the first thing you said when you came to see me was to ask me to donate a kidney. You didn't even care about me. Do you know? It was Jiang Xue who hit me with her car!"

Her eyes were full of sorrow and reluctance. Was this loving her?

Fu Le looked at Wen Shichu with unfamiliar eyes, as if he was meeting her for the first time. "Xue'er doesn't know how to drive at all, Xiaochu, I know you are prejudiced against Xue'er, but now that our lives are at stake, can't you be more generous and kind?"

Wen Shichu really wanted to slap him in the face, but he heard his body say in a tone of despair, "I won't donate. Let's get divorced now. I will make you and Jiang Xue happy."

She saw that Fu Le looked at her like a child throwing a tantrum and didn't take what she said seriously at all.

Fu Le let the medical staff in and injected the anesthetic directly regardless of Wen Shichu's struggle.

Before losing consciousness, Wen Shichu heard Fu Le say, "Don't worry, Xiaochu. It doesn't matter if you lose a kidney. I will still love you."

Who wants your love? ! Get the hell out of here, murderer!

As expected, despite the anesthesia, Wen Shichu still felt pain. She watched clearly as the doctor cut open her stomach, took out something from it, and threw it directly into the trash can.

The twenty times pain made Wen Shichu's whole soul wrinkled with pain. She rolled on the ground, but it was of no use.

If there is a first, there will be a second. Donate a kidney, donate a heart, donate corneas... Her body changed from the initial resistance to indifference. She felt her body calm down. Wen Shichu knew that her body had given up on Fu Le.

In the end, Wen Shichu died on the operating table. He saw Fu Le's belated tears falling on her body. She saw Fu Le eating her cremated ashes mixed with rice. She just thought it was outrageous!

Are you crazy?! You tortured her in every way possible while she was alive, and you won't let her go even after she died, right?! Can't you just let her rest in peace?!

Wen Shichu felt dizzy for a while. After a while, she opened her eyes and heard a woman's voice, "Haha, it's a little girl. Let's arrange a marriage between her and Leng Yan."

She felt bad inside, and slowly turned her head, and saw a boy in a small suit approaching her, "He's so ugly."

The heart that was hanging in the air finally died. Leng Yan's face was about 50% similar to Fu Le's, both had faces as sharp as a knife...

Wen Shichu's tragic life is still unfolding.

Wen Shichu: When will this day end?