<h4>Chapter 1364: Chapter 1377</h4>


    Huangpu Fangyang looked at the man and woman in front of him, his eyes sore, very ring.


    "Xinxin, are you okay?"


    Tang Xin shook her head, her helpless gaze turned towards Nangong Linxiang, looking pitiful, "Brother Linxiang, don’t me Jingran, she didn’t mean it."


    Ha...


    Huangpu Fangyang watched Tang Xin’s coy act, with not even a trace of her earlier viciousness, her tearful eyes filled with grievance, "Jingran, I know you don’t like me, I thought that if you divorced Brother Linxiang you would move out, I just wanted to help Brother Linxiang clean up, I’m sorry I’ll leave now!"


    Tang Xin grew more aggrieved as she spoke, finally even bursting into tears, she pushed away Nangong Linxiang, stumbling and running out.


    Huangpu Fangyang noticed the satisfied smile on her face as she walked past, clenching her hand tightly at her side, fingernails digging into flesh, the pain reminding her to stay rational.


    As Nangong Linxiang passed by her, he paused momentarily, his deep, dark eyes falling on her injured hand, flickering as he spoke coldly, "Isn’t killing one enough, still want to kill the second?"


    For several consecutive nights, Huangpu Fangyang received anonymous texts at midnight, featuring various snapshots of Tang Yaoyao, driving Huangpu Fangyang close to insanity!


    On this night, she received another anonymous text.


    Again, it was a photo.


    In the photo, Tang Yaoyao smiled at the camera, like a blooming flower, but her eyes were blood-red, tears of blood streaming down her cheeks.


    Seeing such a photo in the dead of night, Huangpu Fangyang was so frightened her phone fell to the ground, her body hairs standing on end, even her breath emitted a fearful scent.


    Then, with a ’ding’, another message arrived.


    "Huangpu Fangyang, took what should have been mine, happy now? These past three years haven’t been great, have they? You’ve divorced Nangong Linxiang, why cling to him? He’s mine, mine! I’ve returned! Hurry and give him back to me!"


    Huangpu Fangyang closed her eyes tight, yet as soon as she did, she seemed to see Tang Yaoyao’s bloody face.


    She opened her eyes suddenly in terror, staring at the ceiling, her lips slightly parted, breath somewhat heavy.


    "It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! I wasn’t the one driving back then! Whye and torment me?" Huangpu Fangyang murmured softly.


    After a while, she quickly grabbed her phone from the floor, dialed back the number, sure someone was ying a prank.


    Soon, the call connected.


    "Huangpu Fangyang..." A cold, echoing voice came from the receiver.


    This voice...


    "Why not speak? Three years apart, can’t recognize my voice?"


    Huangpu Fangyang felt as if she had fallen into an ice cer, trembling uncontrobly, clutching her phone.


    Tang Yaoyao! This was Tang Yaoyao’s voice!


    Impossible! This can’t be possible!


    The phone crashed to the floor again, Tang Yaoyao’s voice still speaking through the receiver.


    "Huangpu Fangyang, seeing me alive, are you nervous? Uneasy? Didn’t you always im you didn’t kill me? So why are you scared? Hehehe."


    A deep, chillingughter came from the receiver, striking Huangpu Fangyang’s nerves like a hammer.


    She was a materialist, never believing in ghosts and gods, yet she was sure that voice was Tang Yaoyao’s!


    Impossible! This is impossible! Tang Yaoyao is dead!


    Huangpu Fangyang began to sob quietly.


    The next day, Huangpu Fangyang had sore eyes, feeling dizzy, dazed, then fainted at home.


    When she awakened again, she was lying in the hospital.


    Beside her, a man in a white coat watched her intently.


    "Xu Yan?" Huangpu Fangyang was stunned, instinctively trying to sit up.


    "Don’t move." Xu Yan gently helped her lie back down, his gentle eyes reflectingplex emotions.


    "Why am I in the hospital?"


    "You fainted, it was... it was the Nangong Family’s housekeeper who brought you here."


    When mentioning the Nangong Family, Xu Yan hesitated slightly.


    Seeing Xu Yan again always brought an indescribable awkwardness to Huangpu Fangyang’s heart, soon she nervously grasped Xu Yan’s hand, said with some fear: "Xu Yan, Tang Yaoyao has returned! Tang Yaoyao’s back!"


    "Tang Yaoyao?" Xu Yan looked puzzled, "Jingran, have you been overworking? Tang Yaoyao is dead."


    "No! She isn’t dead! She’s been sending me messages almost daily!" Seeing Xu Yan’s disbelief, Huangpu Fangyang nervously searched her phone, showing him the messages, "Look, Tang Yaoyao has returned! Tang Yaoyao is really back!"


    Huangpu Fangyang folded her legs, hugging herself tightly, muttering to herself.


    Xu Yan looked at the phone’s contents, his brows furrowed tightly, lifting his eyes, seeing Huangpu Fangyang like a helpless child curled up there, his gaze flickered, heart aching slightly.


    "I’ll check this number for you, Tang Yaoyao is already dead, perhaps someone is ying tricks to scare you."


    Xu Yan patted her shoulder, gently reassuring.


    "No! It’s Tang Yaoyao! I called her, I recognized the voice as Tang Yaoyao’s, she’s really not dead!"


    Huangpu Fangyang suddenly remembered something, hurriedly got up, quickly ran out of the ward, she needed to go to the graveyard, she needed to see the graveyard.


    Upon leaving the ward, she saw a familiar figure not far away.


    Tang Xin emerged from the obstetrics examination room, supported by a man, the man beside her was Nangong Linxiang’s chauffeur, she recognized him.


    Tang Xin didn’t expect to encounter Huangpu Fangyang here, paused briefly, then walked over to Huangpu Fangyang with a hint of disdain, saying, "Huangpu Fangyang? Why are you here in the hospital?"


    As she finished speaking, Xu Yan chased out from the ward, "Jingran, you’re still physically weak, don’t run around."


    Seeing Huangpu Fangyang and Xu Yaning out of the same ward, and this being obstetrics, Tang Xin suddenly thought of something, casually twirling her hair, disdainfully asked, "Huangpu Fangyang, this is obstetrics, are you... pregnant with Xu Yan’s child?"


    Tang Xin said, exaggeratedly supporting her waist andughing, "Oh, I almost forgot, Xu Yan is gay, how could he possibly touch you? Moreover, the Xu Family and the He Family are at odds now."


    "Huangpu Fangyang, you have nowhere to return to, were sent away by the family on the first day of your remarriage, now pregnant with some man’s illegitimate child, if I were you, I’d have already died."


    Huangpu Fangyang looked at Tang Xin’s face, almost identical to Tang Yaoyao’s, shaking her head continuously.


    Seeing Huangpu Fangyang’s unstable condition, Xu Yan hurried forward to hug her, separating Huangpu Fangyang and Tang Xin with his body.