The door of the plane opened, and a rope fell vertically from the inside, tightly binding a pair of well-maintained hands. The owner of the hands was in a mess, his hair was all over his face, and he was in an extremely embarrassed state.
This person is Mrs. Ruan.
"Fuya, we have no grievances. Why did you kidnap me? If you are looking for money, you can tell me directly. I treat you like a daughter in my heart. Whatever you want, I will satisfy you. You Pull me up quickly and talk to me if you have something to say!"
Her seductive words couldn't move Fuya at all.
"No injustice or enmity?"
Fuya stood at the door of the cabin, looking down at her.
"Mrs. Ruan, if you think about it again, do you really have no grievances against me?"
Mrs. Ruan's body was constantly shaking due to the wind, and her tied wrists were in excruciating pain.
She tried to remember.
Over the years, she had indeed bullied many people based on Mrs. Ruan's name, but those were just verbal insults, and it was impossible to attract such revenge.
Suddenly, she remembered a past event in her mind.
"Are you Zhao Qingyao's daughter? No, no, I saw with my own eyes that Zhao Qingyao's mistress who seduced my husband and the bitch she gave birth to fell from the 28th floor. Fuya, who are you?"
Fuya looked at her hysterical face, covered her mouth and smiled, not to mention how charming she was, but her eyes were filled with seriousness.
"Mrs. Ruan, you have done a lot of evil things. If I kill you here, will it count as eliminating harm for the people?"
"No, don't kill me!"
Mrs. Ruan was so scared that her lips were trembling, "Fu Ya, I really don't know where I offended you. Maybe this is a misunderstanding. Just tell me and I will explain clearly."
Fuya raised her eyebrows, "You really don't have the slightest impression of my name?"
Mrs. Ruan shook her head blankly.
Fuya slapped her forehead, "Oh, I forgot, I wasn't called by this name before."
She paused and said slowly, "Fengya, do you have any impression?"
Feng Ya…
Mrs. Ruan's pupils shrank severely, as if she had seen the most terrifying scene in the world, and her tongue began to get knotted, "It's you... No, it's impossible, you are already dead, burned to death by the fire, no bones left, you It’s not Feng Ya, no!”
"So you still remember."
Fuya smiled happily. No one knew how angry she was. The anger spread and made her dizzy.
She simply sat down and swung her calves.
"Mrs. Ruan, have you ever dreamed about me over the years? Have you ever dreamed about my family turning into ghosts and demanding their lives from you?"
Mrs. Ruan was trembling all over, her pale face full of fear.
Fuya looked up at the sky, and the tears that were about to fall fell back because of this action.
She won't cry in front of a bitch.
"I just want to ask you now, why?"
Her calm tone revealed crazy hatred, "You killed Zhao Qingyao and her daughter because one of them was a mistress and the other was an illegitimate child, which ruined your marriage. But the Feng family has no grievances against you. We even I don’t even know you, but you destroyed the entire Feng family!”
Mrs. Ruan lowered her head, not daring to look directly into her scarlet eyes.
"Mrs. Ruan, you killed my family, but you lived so happily. You have a noble husband, a proud son, and a lovely and obedient daughter. But why?"
Fuya clasped one hand on the door armrest with such force that her nails curled, but she felt no pain.
"You know what? I'll never forget that day."