After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 28 Blood Debt Repaid with Blood 2
Sang Shuwan said sarcastically, "Mo Xiao, you have come to this day. But before you go to hell, I have to send you off myself. For so many years, I have been looking forward to this moment day and night, hoping to completely destroy this demon like you."

As Sang Shuwan spoke, he ordered someone to bring a huge durian to the bed. The durian was covered with thorns, like a torture device from hell, and it exuded a unique and pungent smell.

Mo Xiao stared at the durian, his body shaking violently, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he could only make a "gurgling" sound. "You...you can't do this, you will regret it..."

Sang Shuwan didn't listen to his pleas at all. She held the durian in her arms, her eyes burning with hatred. "Do you still remember how desperately my father begged you? Did you ever have a trace of mercy? Now, I won't give you any chance."

In a flash, Sang Shuwan raised the durian high and threw it at Mo Xiao. Mo Xiao stared with wide eyes, watching the durian approaching with a whistling sound. His heart was filled with fear and regret, but he was powerless to avoid it. The durian hit his chest heavily, and the sharp thorns pierced his skin instantly, and he let out a painful scream.

Sang Shuwan did not stop, swinging the durian again and again, and each time it fell, Mo Xiao wailed. "Worse than an animal!" Sang Shuwan roared as he smashed the durian, venting years of hatred and anger.

After hitting it several times, Sang Shuwan stopped and looked coldly at Mo Xiao, who was in pain and dying. "Humph, this is just the appetizer, Mo Xiao, the more painful thing is yet to come. I will make you pay a thousand times the price for what you did in the past, and make you wish you could neither live nor die."

Sang Shuwan looked at Mo Xiao's miserable appearance with cold eyes, but the hatred in her heart did not diminish at all. She waved her hand, and the people behind her quickly presented various terrifying weapons. The meteor hammer flashed with a cold metallic luster under the light, like a giant beast that would devour anyone; the blade of the dagger was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was sharp enough to tear through everything.

Mo Xiao was already covered in bruises from being hit by the durian, and when he saw these weapons, his eyes widened instantly, and fear overwhelmed him like a tide. His body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and even the trembling became weak, and his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

"No... don't..." Mo Xiao begged with all his strength, but Sang Shuwan remained unmoved. At the moment when the cold light flashed, Mo Xiao's mental defenses completely collapsed, his eyes went black, and he fainted. His body collapsed on the bed like a lifeless rag doll, leaving the judgment of fate hanging over his head.

Sang Shuwan's eyes were wide open with hatred in them that seemed to be bursting out. She gritted her teeth and cursed: "Mo Xiao, you evil villain! The crimes you have committed are countless. Not only have you caused my family to be broken up, but you also tried to get away with it. Today, I will make you pay a heavy price. You will be a eunuch for the rest of your life! This is the shame you deserve!" After that, she picked up a sharp dagger beside her and slowly walked towards the unconscious Mo Xiao step by step. Every step seemed to be stepping on the flames of hatred, and her firm determination seemed to put an end to the grievances and hatreds in this world at this moment.

Sang Shuwan held a dagger with a cold gleam in her hand, and without any mercy or hesitation in her eyes, she approached the unconscious Mo Xiao step by step. Her hands trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because the hatred suppressed for many years surged at her fingertips, eager to be released. When she stood by the bed, looking down at this man who was once so arrogant but now at the mercy of others, the painful memories of the past surged into her heart like a tide.

She thought of the tragic scenes of those days, the humiliation and suffering she suffered in those dark days, which became the source of strength in her hands at this moment. She took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and then raised the dagger resolutely.

As a shrill scream broke the silence of the room, Mo Xiao's fate was completely changed. Blood stained the bed red. He woke up from his coma, but he could only feel the excruciating pain and endless despair from his lower body. He stared at Sang Shuwan with wide eyes, his eyes filled with fear, disbelief and deep regret.

Sang Shuwan looked at him coldly, "This is your fate, Mo Xiao. From now on, you will linger on as a disabled person, spending the rest of your life in pain and shame, just like what you made me and my family go through."

Mo Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could only utter a faint whimper. His body twisted in pain, and sweat soaked his body, but he knew that nothing could be undone. His former power, status, and arrogance all vanished at this moment, leaving only a broken body and a heart filled with regret.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if telling the cruelty and determination of this revenge. Sang Shuwan fulfilled her wish for many years, but she knew that although this war of hatred was won, it also left an indelible scar in her heart. She slowly turned around and left the room with mixed feelings, leaving Mo Xiao alone in the endless darkness to bear his fate.

Sang Shuwan looked expressionlessly at Mo Xiao, who was lying on the bed in agony and lifeless. The once arrogant man was now like a pile of rotten meat, his eyes wide open, with a twisted expression of pain and despair on his face. She snorted coldly, and the snort was full of disdain and joy, as if the hatred that had accumulated in her heart for many years had finally disappeared with Mo Xiao's death.

Then, she turned around without looking back and walked out the door with firm steps. Every step seemed to break the shackles of the painful memories of the past. She knew that although this revenge was bloody and cruel, it also allowed her to finally break free from the abyss shrouded by hatred and welcome her own new life from now on. Even if there might still be traces of pain in the new life, at least she got justice for herself with her own hands, and Mo Xiao disappeared from her sight forever, and could no longer do evil.

As soon as Sang Shuwan's people left, the major news media that had been waiting nearby rushed into the room like sharks smelling blood. For a moment, flashes of light lit up, and the cameras were all focused on the miserable, lifeless figure of Mo Xiao on the bed. The reporters were talking about it in a flurry, with expressions of shock and excitement on their faces. The microphones and recording devices in their hands were quickly capturing this explosive scene. As the news spread, more and more people began to pay attention to this matter. The Internet instantly exploded, and all kinds of speculations and discussions were overwhelming.

The evidence of Mo Xiao's past scandals that Sang Shuwan had carefully collected was also exposed to the public bit by bit under the impetus of some people. All the shameful means that Mo Xiao had secretly used, the bad behavior of framing others for personal gain, and his arrogant and arrogant appearance were all exposed and displayed to the world without reservation.

The public was in an uproar, and the voices of condemnation against Mo Xiao grew louder and louder. As a result, the Mo Group was plunged into an unprecedented public opinion crisis. The stock price began to plummet, and partners withdrew their investments one after another. The once glorious business empire was crumbling under the impact of this stormy scandal and was about to collapse, just like Mo Xiao's disappeared domineering arrogance, which would never return to its former glory.

Jiang Cimu hurried to Sang Shuwan's side, his eyes scanned her anxiously, and he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was unharmed. But when he thought of her facing Mo Xiao alone, his brows knitted tightly again, full of heartache and displeasure.

"Why do you have to deal with Mo Xiao yourself? Just leave this kind of person to me." Jiang Cimu gently held Sang Shuwan's shoulders. Although there was a hint of blame in his voice, there was more pampering and care.

Sang Shuwan raised his head slightly, with a hint of coldness still in his eyes, "That's my enemy, I must take revenge on him with my own hands to vent my hatred."

Jiang Cimu sighed helplessly. He raised his hand and gently stroked a strand of hair from Sang Shuwan's forehead. "I know he hurt you deeply, but I really can't bear to see you take risks and dirty your hands. You are the one I hold dear to my heart, and this kind of dirty work should be borne by me. Next time, don't be so impulsive. Tell me in advance, and I will make him get the punishment he deserves and never let you suffer any harm again."

Sang Shuwan looked into Jiang Cimu's sincere eyes, a trace of warmth rose in her heart, and she nodded slightly, "I know you were doing this for my own good, but at the time I was blinded by hatred, and I just wanted to end it myself."

Jiang Cimu gently embraced Sang Shuwan in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and whispered, "I will be by your side from now on. I will protect you and will never let you face the darkness alone again.

Sang Shuwan quietly leaned in Jiang Cimu's arms, feeling his strong heartbeat, and said softly: "Today, I am leaning against you quietly like this, and my heart is full of joy."

Jiang Cimu hugged her gently, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head, "As long as you are by my side, every moment is beautiful."

Sang Shuwan raised her head slightly and looked into his eyes. "Do you remember the first time we met? At that time, I could never have imagined that there would be such warmth as now."

Jiang Cimu smiled lightly, "Fate is always wonderful. Just like the heavy snow outside the window, I don't know when it started, but it's just the right amount of beautiful."

The two turned their heads and looked out the window. Heavy snow was falling. The branches in the courtyard were bent by the snow, as if covered with a thick layer of white gauze. The mountains in the distance were rolling and hazy in the snow and fog like a fairyland.

Sang Shuwan exclaimed softly: "This snow scene is really like a painting, as if telling us that today is a special and good day."

Jiang Cimu hugged her tighter, "With you by my side, every day is a good day."

(End of this chapter)