<strong>Chapter 1202: Chapter 1195: Luan Hongyue’s Confession</strong>


    After listening to what Luan Hongyue said, Lu Tianxing couldn’t help but ask the biggest doubt in his heart: “I have a question, I hope Miss Luan you can answer me. Since you are so eager to escape your destiny, why didn’t you choose Jiang Haochen at the beginning? Logically speaking, the influence of the Jiang Family in Jiangnan would have been enough for you to escape the control of the Luan Family. Why didn’t you choose Jiang Haochen?”


    “I could never choose Jiang Haochen.”


    Luan Hongyue took a deep breath, her face showing a hint of terror, and said, “Perhaps it’s a woman’s intuition. Although Jiang Haochen has always behaved like a gentleman in front of me, I could sense a trace of an evil aura from him, very sinister, almost like the aura from the depths of Hell. Moreover, I’ve heard a rumor that Jiang Haochen has had many women, but without exception, all these women died unexpectedly.”


    “Died unexpectedly?”


    Hearing this, Lu Tianxing frowned slightly: “What does that mean?”


    “It means they all died from various idents, each of them identally, with no possibility of being murdered. In front of these women, Jiang Haochen always behaved like an ordinary person, treating them as treasures in his hands, caring for them meticulously. Yet without exception, these women all died due to various idents. Some say these women had too frail a destiny, enjoying blessings they shouldn’t have, leading to misfortune. Others say Jiang Haochen is cursed to be without a wife for life.”


    At this point, the sarcasm on Luan Hongyue’s face grew stronger: “But these rumors are false. I identally learned a piece of news, which is that the cultivation technique Jiang Haochen practices is not the Jiang Family’s secret art, but a strange technique from who knows where, requiring the blood of virgins to cultivate, and it must be women with a special constitution. The women Jiang Haochen dated didn’t die in idents; they were killed by him and it waster disguised as idents.”


    Hearing Luan Hongyue’s words, Lu Tianxing suddenly understood a bit. No wonder Lu Haoyue told him before that Jiang Haochen carried a bizarre aura. It now seemed Jiang Haochen must have cultivated this strange technique Luan Hongyue mentioned, which is why he carried such an aura, but something was concealing it.


    “This is precisely why I have always kept a distance from Jiang Haochen, but I dare not fall out with him. If I fell out with him, it would probably be my death day.”


    “Because you are afraid of Jiang Haochen, you found me?”


    “That’s right.”


    Luan Hongyue treated Lu Tianxing as a confidant, speaking without any concealment: “From the moment you entered Jiangnan and defeated Zhou Sihao, I’ve been watching you, just never had the chance to see you. From the moment you joined the Lu Family and destroyed the Liang Family, I knew my chance hade. As long as I curry favor with you and make you fall in love with me, even if I tore my face with Jiang Haochen, he wouldn’t dare do anything to me.”


    “Just when I was preparing to figure out how to contact you, you appeared at one of my restaurants with the Shen Family Sect Leader, Shen Manjun. I initially thought that with my beauty, I could easily ensnare you and make you obsessed with me, but I underestimated your capability. Although you are lecherous, you have your principles, and your gaze at me was not like other men who would want to devour me. Although your gaze did carry that, it gave me a feeling of indifference and disregard, as if looking at a stranger. Sometimes I even wonder if I posed a threat to you, would you unhesitatingly kill me?”


    Hearing Luan Hongyue’s words, Lu Tianxing touched his nose and said nothing. Indeed, if Luan Hongyue wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t hesitate to be ruthless; beauty is good, but his life is more important. The saying ‘a peony flower brings death’ was not a fate he was willing to ept.<fna38b> Original content can be found at find?novel</fna38b>


    “Since I took the initiative to chat with you at the restaurant and got ignored, I secretly vowed in my heart that I would conquer you and make you bow down at my feet. That’s why I hosted this ball.”


    Luan Hongyue looked at Lu Tianxing and said: “Especially when I saw you attending the ball with a different femalepanion, I arrogantly thought your previous attitude in the restaurant must have been a tactic, so in the bathroom, I tried to seduce you, only to find the same result. You still looked down on me.”


    At this point, Luan Hongyue let out a sigh, looking at Lu Tianxing: “Mr. Lu, do you think of me as a cheap, shameless woman in your heart?”


    Feeling Luan Hongyue’s gaze, Lu Tianxing touched his nose, not knowing how to respond. Is Luan Hongyue a cheap woman?


    Definitely not, otherwise, she wouldn’t still be a virgin until now. As for mingling among other men, like a social butterfly, it could only be said it was out of necessity, with no other choice.


    Seeing Lu Tianxing’s silence, a self-mocking smile appeared on Luan Hongyue’s face: “It seems Mr. Lu also thinks so in his heart, but I don’t care, because in others’ eyes, I’m just a whore, a woman who stops at nothing for power. I don’t mind, I no longer care. After what happenedst night, everyone is avoiding me like the gue, and I’ve realized that in this world, no one can help me. Those who helped me in the past just wanted to sleep with me, not truly help me. But it doesn’t matter anymore; I have nothing to do with the Red People Club anymore.”


    “Mr. Lu, did you know? When they came this morning to ask me to transfer the Red People Club to them, I suddenly felt my emotions were unprecedentedly rxed, like a weight lifted off my chest. It was unprecedentedly freeing. Even as I headed to the Jiang Family, I was already prepared to die because, for me, death might be the best way to be liberated.”


    Listening to Luan Hongyue, Lu Tianxing sympathetically looked at her. He didn’t know how Luan Hongyue had survived and persisted over thest twenty-some years, but he could guess that she had suffered greatly and endured much pain, often licking her wounds alone in the corner, silently bearing it all.


    Yet such a strong woman ultimately chose death, saying it was her greatest liberation in this life. One can only imagine that her inner pain had reached its peak, leaving her unwilling to live any longer, only wishing for release.