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Chapter 1115 - Chapter 1115 Chapter 1115 The First Person to Hate Is You

Chapter 1115: Chapter 1115: The First Person to Hate Is You Chapter 1115: Chapter 1115: The First Person to Hate Is You “I was just a little bit away from pulling the trigger and killing him. If it weren’t for the sudden appearance of the Jiang Family, the sudden appearance of Jiang Yu…”

“…I wanted him to taste what it feels like to be betrayed by the person closest to you.”

Dan Rong’s voice, like a demonic claw, choked Qin Youxuan’s throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

As she listened to his mad ranting, Qin Youxuan became furious.

She gripped the car seat cushion tightly, her cat-like eyes turning blood-red.

She bit down hard on her teeth.

The loving parents she had, the wonderful home–all destroyed by Dan Rong, and yet he spoke of it as if it were only natural.

“Was it you who released the news of Ye Zhanxing’s death to Jiang Yu?”

After a long silence, Dan Hanjie’s voice rose again.

Deep, cold.

Even without seeing his expression, Qin Youxuan could imagine the rage he was restraining.

“I didn’t expect her to be so easily frightened. Just a single sentence made her commit suicide. They were just fated not to be together, what does it have to do with me…”

“Bang–”

Qin Youxuan grabbed the recorder and smashed it forcefully into the interior of the car.

In pain, she clutched her chest, struggling to breathe.

The more she thought about how she had even stood in front of Dan Rong’s grave offering flowers, the more Qin Youxuan wished she could strangle herself.

Her mother’s murderer, the cause of her family’s ruin, and yet she had once felt compassion for Dan Rong.

Qin Youxuan stared at the still-playing recorder, her emotions surging as she lifted her foot and stomped on it with all her might.

The recorder, just before it reached Dan Rong’s smug laughter, stopped abruptly.

“This is the truth you didn’t know, while Dan Hanjie has known it all along, yet he never thought of telling you. You’re separated by a deep-seated hatred. Does that feel good?”

Dan Hanxi looked at Qin Youxuan, whose face had turned pale, and laughed coldly, pulling out another recording pen from his trouser pocket, “The rest of the recording is even more exciting. What Dan Hanjie has hidden from you isn’t just this one thing.”

Just as he was about to press the play button, Qin Youxuan suddenly lunged forward, ferociously trying to snatch the recording pen from his hand.

She bit down on his wrist and, after getting a hold of the recording pen, threw it on the ground without a second thought, desperately crushing it to pieces.

She gasped for air.

“Dan Hanxi, if I were to hate Dan Hanjie, the first person I should hate is you!”

But what she wanted to do most right now was to dig up Dan Rong’s grave!

The words from the recorder played over and over again in her mind.

Remembering how her mother had waited all these years, suffered so much, all because of someone else’s scheme.

Even in death, she never knew that she was merely a pawn in someone else’s game.

Nameless fury surged through her limbs. Qin Youxuan’s face turned deathly pale as she pressed her hand against her stomach and collapsed onto the car seat.

“It hurts so much…”

Warm blood flowed from between her legs, quickly staining her white skirt red.

Qin Youxuan reached out to grab something, but her eyes reflected back Dan Hanxi’s cold and distant face.

“My baby…”

Qin Youxuan fearfully supported her own stomach, experiencing wave after wave of cramping, intense contractions.

Dan Hanxi saw more and more blood gushing between her legs, and his eyes tightened.

He leant back against the car seat, making no move.

“Call an ambulance, take me to the hospital…”

The more pain she felt, the blurrier her consciousness became. Qin Youxuan clutched the car door, trying hard to sit up, but she couldn’t muster any strength in her hands.

Dan Hanjie’s figure kept appearing before her eyes, but she couldn’t see it clearly.

“…”

Dan Hanxi just watched her, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and indifferently observed her struggle.