Chapter 1166 - 1193: Knowing the Truth 3

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1193: Knowing the Truth 3

But at this moment, stronger than the feeling of discomfort is an overwhelming anger, extreme anger. Lu Xingshen, this hypocritical scoundrel, actually did so many disgraceful things behind her back.

Back then, Shi Nuan was so young, already uneasy and scared being under someone else’s roof, yet he cruelly pushed her into the public spotlight several times.

Not only did he not help her, which she could understand, but he made things worse just to satisfy his twisted mind, even stripping Shi Nuan of her innocence, leaving her friendless and untouched by human warmth from a young age.

Utterly despicable, how could Lu Xingshen be so deceitful, it’s beyond perversion.

"What’s wrong, can’t handle it anymore?" Seeing Shi Nuan in pain and anger, Shi Yue felt extremely comfortable inside. In some ways, she and Lu Xingshen were somewhat alike, both with abnormal minds. "What if I told you that the love letters you once received, carefully kept in your room, were all collected by Second Uncle in the end, wouldn’t you feel more scared to be targeted by a Devil."

"Shut up!" Shi Nuan couldn’t bear it anymore and interrupted, "I don’t want to hear your nonsense anymore."

"I’ve said enough, if you don’t believe me, check the warehouse yourself." Shi Yue stopped appropriately, turned to leave, saying over her shoulder, "Shi Nuan, if you don’t like Second Uncle, then hate him thoroughly. As long as you stay far away from him, there’ll be no more grudges between us."

Her goal was achieved, and after Shi Nuan learned the truth, she’d inevitably loathe Lu Xingshen for life, solving this formidable opponent, giving Shi Yue a great advantage.

Shi Nuan needed a definite answer, so after Shi Yue left, she quickly headed to the second-floor warehouse.

It was a very small attic that Shi Nuan hadn’t noticed before, assuming it was where Lu Xingshen stored junk.

Lu Xingshen probably knew that Shi Nuan wouldn’t be interested, so he didn’t even lock the door, simply pushed it open.

Upon entering, she realized it was nowhere near a storage for junk, but actually a delicate little room, immaculately clean, its glossy marble floor reflecting faces, with a large shelving unit holding many items, one by one.

What caught Shi Nuan’s attention first were the familiar love letters placed in the bottom shelf.

Shi Nuan remembered those were from her first year of middle school; she hadn’t had a haircut over the summer and grew a chin-length student bob, looking youthful with her lively face and that hairstyle—full of girlish charm.

Middle school was precisely a time of first awakenings of love, transitioning to a new environment, so many male students sent Shi Nuan love letters.

Shi Nuan certainly didn’t accept them, but it wasn’t possible to return them, which would hurt their pride, so she kept them herself, feeling they had some collection value.

At least it proved she was liked by someone, which brought a lot of warmth to her barren heart.

But soon after, the letters disappeared, and those who had written them, one by one, left the school.

Shi Nuan thought it was a coincidence, forgetting that Lu Xingshen, at that time, had already grown into a man capable of handling things independently, with his own influence.

Those ordinary male students could only be arranged to leave by him.

Later, the rumor that Shi Nuan was a jinx somehow spread, fellow students believed she drove those boys away, and from then on, they constantly disliked her, occasionally mocking with cold cynicism.

Shi Nuan endured a tormenting middle and high school, only finding relief in university.