He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Wei Yinuo shook her head slightly.

How long have you been here?

"Just arrived."

Wei Yinuo responded softly.

"Um, Uncle Zhou Yan, could you please pour me a glass of water?"

Zhou Yan nodded, turned around and walked to the side, pouring Wei Yinuo a glass of warm water.

He sat on a chair by the hospital bed, watching the girl leaning against the bed, sipping water slowly.

"Why do you suddenly want to see me?"

Wei Yinuo took a sip of water, placed the glass on the bedside table, and then said, "You promised to take me to meet Fu Yao."

"For this?"

Wei Yinuo nodded: "Yes, I want to see him today, is that alright?"

In the end, Zhou Yan compromised.

On the way to see Fu Yao, Zhou Yan asked curiously, "Why are you so determined to see her?"

"I want to see one last time what the person who harmed me looks like now."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel, but ultimately remained silent.

Wei Yinuo never expected to meet Fu Yao in a mental hospital.

They were received by the dean.

Zhou Yan immediately saw through her doubts and took the initiative to explain, "The reason we sent her here is because after examination, we found that she suffers from a mental illness."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yinuo frowned slightly and asked, "Just because she has a mental illness, does that mean she can escape legal punishment?"

Zhou Yan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Wei Yinuo is absolutely right. Even if mentally ill patients commit serious crimes such as murder, they can often escape severe legal punishment due to their special mental condition.

Seeing Zhou Yan remain silent, Wei Yinuo then asked, "Have you ever considered that she might be faking illness?"

“We have already had a professional doctor diagnose her.”

However, Wei Yinuo was clearly not satisfied with this answer, and she continued to press, "So, you're just letting her go like that?"

Zhou Yan quickly shook his head and explained, "Of course not. Sometimes, the environment in a mental hospital is even more terrifying than that in a prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yinuo suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from the ward at the end of the corridor.

The sound was extremely piercing, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

Wei Yinuo's body trembled involuntarily, and she subconsciously moved closer to Zhou Yan, asking in a terrified voice, "What, what was that sound?"

The dean said dismissively, "Oh, it's the person you were looking at."

"What's up with her?"

"They must have provoked someone they shouldn't have."

Wei Yinuo was somewhat puzzled.

Zhou Yan slowly reached out and carefully took her slightly trembling hand, saying softly, "If you are scared, we can turn around and leave."

Wei Yinuo shook her head firmly and answered without hesitation, "No, I'm not afraid."

Seeing this, the dean standing to the side quickly interjected with a smile, "Young Master Zhou, you don't need to worry, the people inside will definitely not harm this young lady."

Zhou Yan responded expressionlessly.

The three of them slowly walked to the end of the corridor, and Wei Yinuo finally saw the situation inside.

Fu Yao was covered in blood and tightly bound to a dilapidated table. Blood was dripping from her body and pooling on the ground in a shocking stain.

Beside Fu Yao stood a middle-aged woman with a ferocious expression, holding a sharp scalpel tightly in her hand, gesturing at Fu Yao's stomach while muttering incantations.

"My darling daughter, listen to your mother, we can't keep this child!"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman swiftly raised her knife and slashed Fu Yao's stomach.

In an instant, Fu Yao let out a blood-curdling scream, a sound that seemed to pierce the soul and send chills down one's spine.

"Help! Help!"

She struggled desperately, trying to break free of her restraints, but it was all in vain.

When Fu Yao's gaze met Wei Yinuo's, who was standing outside the door, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes, as if she had seen something terrifying.

Wei Yinuo stared at her expressionlessly. After seeing Fu Yao's miserable state, she finally understood what Zhou Yan meant by hell.

The hospital director arranged for several caregivers to come over, use stun guns to knock the middle-aged woman unconscious, and then drag her away, leaving Fu Yao alone inside.

Wei Yinuo asked curiously, "Who is that woman?"

The hospital director began to explain: "She was one of our patients. Her daughter got pregnant by a 'yellow-haired man' during the college entrance exam. She dissected her daughter herself, delivered the baby, and then her daughter died. She went insane afterward..."

No wonder.

That woman just now said those things to Fu Yao.

"Can I go in and have a look?"

Wei Yinuo spoke.

Zhou Yan subconsciously tightened his grip on Wei Yinuo's hand.

"Nono, it's dangerous inside. Just watch from here."

"It's alright, look, she's tied up, she can't hurt me."

Upon seeing Wei Yinuo's condition, Zhou Yan didn't say anything more. He only let Wei Yinuo go in after the dean confirmed that Fu Yao wouldn't break free.

Zhou Yan wanted to go in, but Wei Yinuo refused.

In the end, he could only stand at the door and wait, watching Wei Yinuo walk towards Fu Yao step by step.

When Fu Yao saw Wei Yinuo, her eyes were filled with undisguised hatred.

"You bitch, are you feeling smug seeing me like this?"

Wei Yinuo smiled.

"Aren't you crazy? How do you still remember me?"

Fu Yao's breath hitched, and before she could speak, she heard Wei Yinuo continue, "Looks like you're not crazy. This place isn't suitable for you. Prison is your true home."

Fu Yao's eyes widened in surprise.

No.

She can't go back.

Now that she's lost her baby, she'll definitely go to jail.

She doesn't want to.

Thinking of this, Fu Yao suddenly grinned.

He started rambling incoherently.

Wei Yinuo knew that she was faking madness in order to avoid imprisonment.

But where else can you find a place like this compared to a prison?

Her gaze fell on the scalpel beside her.

Wei Yinuo reached out and picked it up, examining it closely in her hand.

Upon seeing this, a hint of fear flashed in Fu Yao's eyes.

But she quickly masked it, grinning as she spoke to Wei Yinuo, "Who are you? Hehe..."

Wei Yinuo curled her lips: "Pretending?"

Fu Yao stared at him with wide eyes, but didn't say anything.

Wei Yinuo pointed to the scar on her cheek: "Do you know how I got this scar on my face?"

Fu Yao's pupils contracted sharply upon hearing her words.

The next second, she saw Wei Yinuo holding a bloodstained dagger against her cheek.

The icy touch made Fu Yao shiver involuntarily.

At this moment, she could no longer pretend.

She screamed, "You, you bitch, what do you think you're doing? You dare..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yao let out a shrill scream.

On her already scarred cheek, a ten-centimeter-long wound suddenly appeared.