Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

"Enough! Stop talking!" Yan Xuzhe suddenly stood up.

Perhaps because he had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, he staggered.

Yan Xuzhe looked at Yan Bin, who was slumped on the sofa, his expression pained: "Dad, I never thought you would think this way... But Qingqing is different, she's different from Mom, and I'm different from you..."

“Of course you are different,” Wu Zhao suddenly said. “After all, you are a match made in heaven, while some people have to force things themselves. They break up other people’s good marriages, but then say that they couldn’t stay together in the end because of other reasons.”

"Ahhh—" Yan Bin glared angrily at Wu Zhao, trying to stop her from saying anything more.

Wu Zhao didn't care about his anger at all. Looking at Yan Xuzhe, she said, "Your mother never loved your father. She clearly had a wealthy boyfriend who was her childhood sweetheart. It was your father who schemed to let your mother see him cheating so he could take advantage of the situation and steal your mother away."

Despite the sharp pain in her throat, Yan Bin stood up and lunged at Wu Zhao, yelling, "Shut up, shut up—"

How could Wu Xingyun allow him to get close to Wu Zhao? He took two steps forward and blocked Yan Bin's path, his expression showing a hint of anger: "What are you trying to do?!"

"You thought you could keep it a secret forever, but your diary, written to show off how you stole your lover from your longtime rival, has been discovered, hasn't it?" Wu Zhao laughed sarcastically.

She looked at Yan Xuzhe and said, "You probably don't know this, but the reason your mother died was because she discovered that the person she had been sleeping with for over twenty years was actually the culprit who killed her first love."

"Mr. Yan has kept the habit of keeping a diary for so many years. Does he think he is very affectionate? Does he want to continue the relationship in the next life?"

"That's a real shame. You won't see each other again in your next life."

"What?!" Yan Xuzhe stared in astonishment, his words tumbling out incoherently, "What do you mean? My parents, my parents—"

Wu Xingyun was holding Yan Bin, and he could clearly feel Yan Bin's trembling body.

Somewhat incredulous, Wu Xingyun blurted out, "Could it be because he's a thief, and he's worried that the little girl is like him—"

"Impossible! Qingqing isn't—" Yan Xuzhe interrupted Wu Xingyun without thinking.

Then, as if he had realized something, he gave a bitter laugh: "It's too late to say anything now, Qingqing is dead... and so am I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly burst out the door.

"Xu Ze!" Wu Xingyun exclaimed.

Wu Zhao avoided him and instead said, "Let him go."

"Won't something happen to him?" Wu Xingyun asked cautiously, sensing that Wu Zhao was not in a good mood and was a little scared.

“What could have happened? He’s already in this state.” Wu Zhao glanced at Yan Bin and said, “I really hope Mr. Yan will always believe that he did the right thing.”

Yan Bin's eyes were lifeless, and she mumbled something incoherently.

As he sensed the dark, yin energy that had been clinging to him slowly dissipating, a glint of light flashed in Wu Zhao's eyes.

The resentment dissipated.

It seems he left satisfied after learning of Yan Bin's fate...

Seeing the suddenly appearing ghost, the handsome man bowed slightly to her and then disappeared. Wu Zhao sighed.

After muttering a few words, a wisp of purple energy swiftly followed the evil spirit.

"Let's go," she said, turning and leaving.

Wu Xingyun glanced at Yan Bin, whose face was contorted in pain, but ultimately refrained from saying anything too harsh.

He quickened his pace and caught up with Wu Xingyun.

The two left the Yan family together.

Gu Chen's driver, Wu Zhao, had already sent him back. She sat in Wu Xingyun's car, her expression unreadable.

Wu Xingyun remained silent for a moment before asking, "Xu Ze's parents..."

“It’s just as I said.” Wu Zhao closed his eyes. “What a pity for a loving couple. One was framed and died of illness in a foreign land, while the other died of guilt and grief.”

Wu Zhao said softly, "Fortunately, they met on the road to the underworld."

"They will be very happy in their next life."

If she's not happy, wouldn't all the auspicious energy she gave away have been a huge loss?!

However, she sensed a familiar spiritual power emanating from the spirit, much like... the aura emanating from the finger bone on the Pearl Islands.

Could that finger bone have existed more than twenty years ago? Wu Zhao frowned and fell into deep thought.

Wu Xingyun didn't hear what she said clearly, but he sensed that Wu Zhao had just done something.

Curious, he asked, "Was that... the Emperor Star Purple Qi of Patriarch Gu?"

"Yes, that way he won't be bothered by the spirit messengers after he goes down. After all, he's been lingering in the mortal realm for so long, and there are still people waiting for him on the road to the underworld." Wu Zhao nodded somewhat casually.

She looked at Wu Xingyun and said, "Your friend has already decided to die."

With a creak, the car came to a stop at an odd angle on the side of the road.

Wu Xingyun gasped for breath, his face covered in cold sweat: "...My goodness, you scared me to death, my dear ancestor!"

"Such shocking news, can you please not just casually say it out loud!"

Wu Zhao calmly said, "I thought you were prepared. Didn't I just say that? He looks like he'll die young—"

Wu Xingyun gripped the steering wheel, his hand tightening and loosening repeatedly, his expression hesitant.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Wu Zhao asked softly, "Even if he lives the rest of his life in pain and torment, will you still save him?"

She touched the ring on her hand and said, "And the girl who died because of him is still waiting for him."

"..." Wu Xingyun couldn't answer.

His expression was conflicted, as if he was struggling to make a decision.

Seeing his face turn pale and then flushed, Wu Zhao suddenly laughed.

"He's really interesting," Wu Zhao thought to herself.

“I don’t want to see him die like this.” After a long pause, Wu Xingyun said. He looked at Wu Zhao: “I want to see him live, for better or for worse, he shouldn’t just die like this.”

Wu Xingyun's expression was very serious, so Wu Zhao suppressed his smile and said, "Okay."

He truly deserves to live to atone for his sins.

Looking down and turning the ring on his finger, Wu Zhao's lips curled into a faint smile.

Perhaps we can get some clues about the finger bones from her...

……

Gu Family Villa.

"No way! I absolutely disagree! Why would you let a woman you've only known for less than a month move in here, brother?!"

"She's just an adopted daughter, what right does she have to steal Jiao Jiao's fiancé! Big brother, have you changed your mind? The Huo family will never allow a scumbag to emerge!"

In the living room, a beautiful woman in a haute couture suit glared angrily at Huo Tingchen and continued to berate him.

Across from her, Huo Tingchen explained helplessly, "It's not what you think, Weiwei. Why did you suddenly come here? Does your family know? Are you not going to school anymore?"

Huo Weiwei stood with her arms crossed and snorted coldly: "If I hadn't seen Jiaojiao hiding and crying by herself, I wouldn't have known that your engagement banquet was canceled because of some random woman!"

"I've seen plenty of women like this. She's nothing but a gold digger who's after riches. Brother, don't let yourself be fooled by her!" Huo Weiwei rebuked bluntly.

She was so engrossed in talking that she didn't hear the wheelchair rolling behind her, nor did she see the look Huo Tingchen was giving her.

She rolled her eyes and continued, "When I see this guy who stole Jiaojiao's fiancé, I'm going to make him kick me out!"

Gu Chen's indifferent voice sounded behind her: "Oh? Is that so? Then how are you going to make her get out?"

Huo Weiwei was startled by the voice: "Little, little uncle!"