CHAPTER 258: 237: CAN ONLY MAKE UP TO HER WITH THE SECOND HALF OF MY LIFE

"Ghost Park?" Yu Zhi curled her lips with a hint of mockery. "You actually believe such rumors?"

She faced him unwaveringly, unafraid of the murderous glint in his eyes. Her gaze held a constant trace of amusement.

Yu Baisheng’s eyes bulged, blood vessels reddening to fill his entire gaze. "What exactly are you trying to achieve?"

He slammed his palm heavily onto the table, the sound of handcuffs clashing against wood reverberating throughout the room.

Even the red marks etched into his wrists seemed to threaten and command the girl to behave obediently.

"Yu Baisheng, lower your head and take a look." Yu Zhi’s eyes drifted down to his bound hands and feet, letting out a sneer. "Do you think you’re still the mighty President Yu?"

She emphasized the words "President Yu" heavily.

Her tone was brimming with disdain, and the contemptuous glare in her eyes was akin to looking at a trivial insect.

Clearly, she didn’t regard him as worthy of her attention at all.

Yu Baisheng took a deep breath and quickly composed himself, softening his tone slightly. "Little Zhi, Qiu Wan’s matter has nothing to do with Cheng’an."

"I know."

"Then why do you have to hurt an innocent person?"

"Innocent? Qiu Wan is innocent?" Yu Zhi countered, throwing him a mocking glance. "She devoted herself wholeheartedly to you, but in the end, what did she get?"

Yu Zhi despised men like Yu Baisheng the most.

He claimed he couldn’t bear ordinary life and craved excitement and novelty. In truth, it was just his excuse for growing tired of Qiu Wan.

Yet he never considered for a moment: without the wife who endured hardships together with him, would he still have the means to live comfortably? Would he still have the wealth to support another woman?

Yu Baisheng was choked silent by her words, unable to find a single rebuttal. He slumped powerlessly into his chair.

He rubbed his temples, as if carefully choosing his next words. "Qiu Wan’s death is an unchangeable reality. All I can do is use the rest of my life to make amends and repent for my mistakes."

Yu Zhi gave him a look of dismay, nearly laughing aloud. "Repent? Do you think you’re in a chapel?"

Could the so-called God hear his repentance and bring Qiu Wan back to life?

In the end, wasn’t it all just to ease his own conscience?

Nearby, Xu Changxiao, who had been silently suppressing his anger for a long time, could no longer hold back upon hearing such ridiculous remarks.

He strode swiftly to Yu Baisheng, grabbed him by the collar, then without hesitation, swung his clenched fist down.

"Bang—"

The sound of a chair hitting the ground startled the policemen standing outside the door. They quickly drew their guns and rushed inside at the fastest speed.

After taking a glance at Yu Baisheng, lying on the ground and helplessly enduring a beating, they turned and left, realizing he posed no resistance.

Yu Zhi watched the scene unfold coldly. Only when the beaten man was left bruised and bloodied did she finally step forward to stop Xu Changxiao.

She towered over Yu Baisheng, who was still bleeding from his nose. Her voice that was usually clear now carried a biting chill. "Since you’ve chosen to cover up the truth, then we have nothing more to discuss."

With that, she turned to leave.

Just as her toes pointed toward the door, a hurried and teasing plea sounded behind her.

**

Near the Chen family’s home was a café with a serene ambiance.

A gentle and melodious piano tune floated through the quiet space, inexplicably calming one’s heart.

On the second floor by the window, a mother and daughter each held a cup of coffee, chatting happily.

"Mom, Brother Yan’s leg has mostly healed. In a few days, he’ll take me on our honeymoon," Yu Xinman said with a sweet smile.