<h4>Chapter 1362: Chapter 1375</h4>


    At the same time, at the Nangong Mansion in the Capital City.


    Nangong Man Sha’s mother, Huangpu Fangyang, had a dream—a dream of her youth.


    Huangpu Fangyang saw Nangong Linxiang again at her wedding with Xu Yan, where Nangong Linxiang’s presence plunged the scene into chaos, forcing the wedding to be stopped.


    And she, despite her efforts to resist, was forcibly carried away by Nangong Linxiang.


    What was her reaction at that time?


    The specifics are unclear; she only remembers Nangong Linxiang ring at her with deep hatred in his eyes. She knew he couldn’t stand seeing her happy.


    Now she’s back at the ce where Nangong Linxiang tormented her for three years.


    Huangpu Fangyang sat on the window ledge staring nkly outside, the fresh scent of rain-soaked grass and trees wafted in with the breeze, blowing away the strand of hair on her forehead but failing to smooth her furrowed brow.


    She doesn’t understand what Nangong Linxiang wants; she must ask clearly why a month after they had agreed to leave her alone, he went back on his word.


    At 7:10 PM, the sound of the door lock turning startled Huangpu Fangyang as she almost instantly jumped from the sofa and ran to the door.


    The man walked in briskly, bringing a chill with him. He disregarded Huangpu Fangyangpletely, striding past her.


    Huangpu Fangyang followed him, her tone full of urgency and anger, "Nangong Linxiang, what do you want?"


    She had barely finished the sentence before the man shot a fierce re with his pitch-ck eyes.


    "What do I want?" Nangong Linxiang chuckled lightly, a trace of malice at the corner of his lips, yet his words were ice-cold, "Huangpu Fangyang, I regret it. You, this vicious woman, don’t deserve happiness! Even though we are divorced, I’m going to tie you to my side and use your remaining life to atone for Yaoyao’s sins."


    Yaoyao, Tang Yaoyao, Nangong Linxiang’s childhood sweetheart, who tragically died in a car ident three years ago.


    Huangpu Fangyang’s heart gripped painfully, reying the car ident in her mind, "How many times do I have to tell you to believe? That car ident was Tang Yaoyao’s car willingly hitting the other!"


    "Shut up!" Nangong Linxiang shouted in anger, "Do you take me for a fool? I saw with my own eyes you in the driver’s seat, while Tang Yaoyaoy in a pool of blood!"


    No matter how many times she repeats it, he refuses to believe.


    When the ident happened, Nangong Linxiang had been at the scene. Because he saw her unconscious in the driver’s seat, he concluded she drove and caused the ident, believing she personally destroyed a life.


    However, no one believed she was in the passenger seat at that time. She had already noticed the car’s brakes had failed, while Tang Yaoyao seemed to have gone mad, speeding forward.


    She didn’t know what went wrong; when she awoke, Tang Yaoyao was dead, and she was the perpetrator.


    Later, the He Family spent arge sum to bail her out, and police found new evidence proving the ident was an ident, but Nangong Linxiang still didn’t believe her.


    "So you brought me back to continue torturing me?" Huangpu Fangyang tightly clenched her hand at her side, "Is it only if I pay with my life that you’ll be satisfied?"


    Nangong Linxiang sneered, stepping forward with long strides, his slender fingers hooked under her chin, the gentle motion creating an illusion of imprisonment, "You’d have the heart to die?"


    It’s not unwillingness, but inability.


    If she dies, the whole He Family won’t survive.


    Huangpu Fangyang’s eyes felt sore; he had precisely hit her lifeline, but she was helpless.


    A grief settled in her heart, her lips curled into a faint self-mockery, "Then why did you bring me back? With this, I’d think you still have lingering feelings for me."


    "Huangpu Fangyang, I never knew you could be so narcissistic."


    "Nangong Linxiang, why did you marry me back then?"


    "That question, you should ask your good father! If it weren’t for him using my grandfather’s life-saving obligation topel me, do you think I would have married you?"


    "So, you married me only because your grandfather forced you?" Huangpu Fangyang’s voice was ethereal, her gaze directed at Nangong Linxiang, yet unfocused, as if looking through him at someone else.


    Nangong Linxiang’s eyes dimmed, watching as Huangpu Fangyang’s pale face turned even whiter, her bloodless lower lip increasing his inner restlessness.


    "What else do you think?"


    "Then what were those three years we were together?" Huangpu Fangyang’s voice was a bit hoarse, she screamed with all her might, tears flooding down like a broken dam.


    Nangong Linxiang’s eyes darkened, nearly gnashing his teeth, "Back then, I was blind to fall for such a cruel woman like you!"


    Fortunately, they were already divorced and shared no rtion anymore.


    Yet, thinking of this, he felt inexplicably agitated.


    Just then, Nangong Linxiang’s phone rang; seeing the screen’s shing words, the deep ocean-like coldness in his eyes faded, a rare softness appeared at the corner of his lips as he picked up the call and strode outside.


    Huangpu Fangyang stared at his departing figure, dazed for a long time until she realized she was lying on the sofa. It wasn’t until she was freezing all over that Huangpu Fangyang came to her senses.


    Picking up the torn clothing, she returned to the bedroom, gazing at the photograph on the bedside, feeling it was very ring.


    After their marriage, they never even took a wedding photo nor held a wedding banquet. This photo was taken under duress when registering at the Civil Affairs Bureau.


    This was the only photograph of them together, now erged and hung on the wall as a stand-in for a wedding photo.


    Since he had never set foot in her room in three years, he hadn’t seen this picture. If he did, he might throw it in the trash bin again.