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Chapter 577: Nie Mianmian’s end

Chapter 577: Nie Mianmian’s end

Nei Zehai looked at Nie Mianmian and felt a little sad for her. But she had no one but herself to blame or daring to challenge Xi Ting. He had explained her many times that whatever she was doing was wrong. However, she did not listen to him and committed bigger mistakes every time.

Xi Ting had tolerated her on account of their old friendship at first. And after he no longer considered her as his friend, he had still tolerated her on account of the Nie brothers. However, she still did not stop. Did she really think that Xi Ting was some piously good man? Did she think that he would spare her just because she was a woman?

She had put his beloved woman in a state where there was no guarantee that she could wake up again. And yet she thought that Xi Ting would do nothing to her as the Nie family was behind her!

Nie Zehai knew that if the Nie family supported Nie Mianmian this time, Xi Ting would destroy the entire Nie family even at the cost of his own family. He would not let Nie Mianmian escape after doing such a thing.

Thankfully, the Nie family had decided to give up on Nie Mianmian. Even if Madam Nie begged the elders of the Nie family, Old Master Nie and Old Madam Nie did not flinch. They felt that Nie Mianmian deserved it for committing such a crime. Along with that, they would not destroy the relation between the Nie family and the Xi family because of such a vicious child. If Nie Mianmian was spared this time, who could guarantee that she would not commit another crime?

In addition, the Nie family was already indebted to Qin Yan. However, instead of paying their debts, Qin Yan was in this state because of their family. So, there was no way that the Nie family would protect Nie Mianmian this time.

Nei Zehai looked at Nie Mianmian, "Mianmian, you really caused a huge disaster this time. In the future, reflect on yourself properly. Don’t worry about the rest of the family. We will take care of ourselves. You stay here and reform yourself."

Nei Zehai was the only one who could talk to Nie Mianmian calmly at this time. It was because he had doted on his sister from childhood. Thus, other than being extremely disappointed, he was not that angry on Nie Mianmian as the others were.

Nie Mianmian looked at Nei Zehai in shock, "Older Brother, what do you mean..."

Nei Zehai said, "I’ve already told Xi Ting to spare your life on account of the Nie family, but... you did, in fact, make a grave mistake."

Nie Mianmian widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at Nei Zehai fearfully, "No, no. I want to go out. Older Brother, I’m the Young Miss of the Nie family. I’m your sister. He- he wouldn’t dare to do anything to me..."

Nei Zehai cast a sideways glance at Xi Ting who was standing there with a completely indifferent expression. He shook his head dismally at Nie Mianmian. "You’re too naive. If you weren’t my sister and the daughter of the Nie family, do you think you would still be alive to see me now?"

Nie Mianmian looked at Xi Ting in shock. He stood there upright with his back facing everyone. His back view was as terrifying as that of a devil’s.

"No... no, I don’t want to be locked up here. I don’t want to be taken away by Xi Ting. Older Brother, you have to save me. You have to save me... he... what’s so terrifying about him? You can’t leave me here..."

Nie Mianmian had not expected this outcome. At first, she did not expect that Xi Ting would be able to find out that she was the culprit. Now, she did not think that Xi Ting would really dare to punish her. She never thought that Xi Ting would go against the Nie family for a woman. She also did not expect her family to give up on her.

Nei Zehai looked at Xi Ting. "Tell me how you’ll deal with her so that I can be mentally prepared."

The silence was a deathly stillness in the air.

Xi Ting turned his head to say, "She will be locked up in the mental hospital on San Clemente Island in North America."

Frightened, Nie Mianmian struggled to free herself. "No, no. I won’t go to the mental hospital. I won’t go. Xi Ting, let go of me. There’s no way you dare to treat me like this. I’m Nie Mianmian, the Young Miss of the Nie family..."

Nie Zehai shook his head. He felt really bad for his sister but she had brought it upon herself. He looked at Nie Mianmian for one last time before he left the place.

"Older brother, don’t leave! Don’t leave me here! Older brother, save me! Save me!"

Nie Mianmian’s eyes dimmed when she saw Nei Zehai leaving her to bear Xi Ting’s wrath. She understood that this was the decision of the entire Nie family but she found it difficult to accept. She screamed on the top of her lungs and begged Nei Zehai but he did not stop. This made Nie Mianmian understand that she was on her own from now on.

Soon, Nie Mianmian was transferred to the mental hospital. The sterile, cold walls of the mental hospital loomed over Nie Mianmian as she was escorted through its imposing entrance by two stern-faced orderlies. Fear etched across her face, she clutched the thin fabric of her hospital gown, feeling an overwhelming sense of displacement.

She was tired from shouting and begging for her release and she had understood now that she had to save herself. The only way to do this was to escape from the mental hospital. She was ready for all the scary things like electric shocks and invasive treatments. Although this made her really anxious, she prepared for the worst. She decided to act like a mad person first and when the people in the hospital dropped their guard against her, she would take the opportunity to run away.

However, the things that she had imagined did not happen. She was not subjected to any shocks, nor any medicines or so. She was just locked in a stark, featureless room bathed in blinding white light.

Nie Mianmian assumed that this was because her family had pulled some strings for her. As expected, they did not give up on their own daughter. Even though they could not control Xi Ting, they could definitely take care of her in the mental hospital. This realization motivated Nie Mianmian even more to escape the hospital.

However, as time passed, the relief that Nie Mianmian had felt at first faded away. The room, so white and lacking any normal things, started making her uneasy. The room felt like a chilling manifestation of minimalism — an expansive space bathed in blinding white light. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all pristine and colorless, devoid of any distinguishing features. The sterile environment created an unsettling atmosphere, amplifying the disorientation and anxiety experienced by Nie Mianmian.

The only furniture was a cold, metal bed, starkly contrasting against the immaculate white surroundings.

The lighting, which never dimmed, also played a crucial role. The relentless brightness contributed to sensory overload, making it difficult for Nie Mianmian’s eyes to adjust. The absence of natural light and shadows created a disorienting effect, as if time had stopped within the confines of the sterile space.

The room was eerily quiet, with the only sound being the faint hum of ventilation. The silence, rather than providing solace, became a source of torment, allowing Nie Mianmian’s thoughts to echo unchecked in her mind. Deprived of any external stimuli, the monotony of the environment began to wear on her sanity.

In addition to the disconcerting environment of the white room, all the meals delivered to her were a colorless composition of bland and unappetizing white food. Plates arrived with tasteless, textureless items— steamed rice, boiled potatoes, plain yogurt, and colorless, flavorless broth. The absence of any vibrant hues on her plate mirrored the starkness of her surroundings, reinforced her isolation and the relentless monotony of her existence.

As the unending days passed within the white room, the relentless monotony of the colorless environment began to take its toll on Nie Mianmian’s fragile state of mind. The absence of color, both in her surroundings and in the bland, white meals she was served, acted as a constant reminder of her isolated existence.

The once-pristine walls now seemed to close in on her, suffocating her spirit. The blinding whiteness became an oppressive force, distorting her perception of time and reality. Each moment blended into the next, creating a disorienting continuum of featureless monotony.

In the end, it was the unrelenting sameness, the starkness, and the deprivation of color that pushed Nie Mianmian to the brink. The absence of color, variety, and stimulation became a silent, insidious assailant, breaking down the very fabric of her sanity until all that remained was the haunting whiteness that enveloped her shattered mind.

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