Going up the spiral wooden staircase was a floor-to-ceiling window. A startling flash of lightning passed by, and he reached out to hold the stair handrail. Immediately afterwards, there was a thunder that seemed to split the sky and earth apart.
Wen Qiao saw that He Xihuai's pace became a little slow.
She followed behind him. The lightning illuminated his face brightly. Wen Qiao saw that his face was pale and sweat was oozing from his forehead. He looked very painful, as if he was struggling with something.
Then he stumbled and fell on the stairs.
“What’s in the coffee?”
Wen Qiao leaned against the stairs: "A trace amount of hallucinogen."
A shadow flashed across He Xihuai's eyes: "Wen Qiao, you treat me like this."
Wen Qiao half-knelt in front of him: "You also schemed against me, and I schemed against you, so we are even, isn't it?"
"Is Fu Nanli so important to you?"
Wen Qiao nodded: "Yes."
He Xihuai was panting, as if he was fighting something fiercely in his body. His hands were tightly grasping the handrail of the stairs, his knuckles were white, his veins were exposed, and his eyes were unwilling: "Wen Qiao, I treat you well."
Wen Qiao held his chin up and said, "Isn't it too much? You gave me your blood without telling me, which made it difficult for me to control my emotions most of the time."
He Xihuai chuckled: "But I saved your life, didn't I?"
Wen Qiao tilted her head to look at him: "Are you the only one in the world who can donate blood to me? Obviously not, you just want to use this to control me. After that, you injected the drug into Fu Nanli's father so that he would run into me when I was out of control. You killed Fu Nanli's father and framed me. Do you think you are treating me well?"
He Xihuai's face turned pale, and sweat poured down his face. "This is just a trick. Why do you mind? The Pentagram needs you."
Wen Qiao's eyes were gloomy. "You regard human life as worthless. It's just a trick. How can you say that? He Xihuai, I tell you, I don't even bother to inherit your pentagram. I don't even bother to associate with people like you."
He Xihuai's face was twisted and ferocious: "You only think about being affectionate with men? You are so short-sighted. You can't carve up a rotten tree."
"Whatever you say about me, just tell me, you killed Fu Xianyuan, right?"
His expression was very strange, sometimes gloomy, sometimes a little frightened.
Wen Qiao knew that He Xihuai, who had taken hallucinogens and was experiencing thunder and lightning outside, was about to reveal his other child personality, and he was fighting against it.
She was just waiting, nervous and anxious, because success or failure depended on this one move.
What if it doesn't work
All the previous efforts will be wasted.
Finally, the biggest thunder struck, as if it was going to smash all the windows nearby. The man in front of him trembled, then grabbed Wen Qiao's hand.
"elder sister… "
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She asked in a persuasive manner, "You were the one who injected the medicine into Fu Xianyuan's body, right?"
Although each personality cannot take the lead, it knows exactly what the other personality does. They are bystanders in the body. Although they cannot intervene, they are very clear about everything.
He Xihuai's eyes were like a deer's, completely different from his usual gloomy self.
"Yes... I injected it." He nodded and admitted it.
Wen Qiao felt a little complicated for a moment, but she couldn't care less.
The child's personality is destined to exist only for a short time. He admitted the mistake on his behalf, but in the end it was the bad personality that was punished.
Wen Qiao gently touched his head: "I understand."
After turning off the phone, she whispered, "Don't be afraid. You won't be in danger anymore. No one will dare to hurt you. Do you understand?"
He looked at her: "I know he made a mistake and should be punished. If he goes to jail, can you... come and see me often?"
Wen Qiao held his hand: "I promise you, I will."
"Thank you, sister."
Wen Qiao waved, and Theresa went upstairs, and she left the villa in the heavy rain.
A complicated gaze was following me from behind.
Wen Qiao hurried to Fu Nanli's villa, but it was empty.
It’s almost over. Do you smell the happy ending
(End of this chapter)