Living a lie

"You're not related to her. I just made the whole thing up. I found you and got you on plastic surgery so I could make you look like her dead brother," He pointed to Ying Yue with his thumb. "Didn't you ever wonder why the scars under your jaw were clean?" He chuckled mercilessly. "I didn't expect Uncle Song to take you in and make you his heir, though. But that's alright. I can always tell him you disappeared into thin air."

Song Yinan didn't know what to say. And even if he did, he wouldn't be able to. With every attempt to breathe and wheeze, his face turned blue. And eventually, he lost the strength to keep himself up, and he ended up falling to the floor on his side.

How unfair his life was. He didn't know who he was when he woke up and had always felt a sense of loneliness in the world, then he met Ying Yue and found out she was his sister, and right when they'd planned to kill her, he finds out he'd only been used by his only friend, and that the sister he found wasn't even related to him at all. More than that, this face that he'd woken up to, wasn't even his own.

His very existence was a lie – a lie that was written, directed, and produced by Su Jianjun. He had lived his life in vain.

Song Yinan closed his eyes and stopped struggling to breathe. Yes, it was better to die than to live this fabricated lie.

Su Jianjun didn't really feel anything as he watched his friend breathe his last on a puddle of blood on the floor. The room began to reek of rust and sweat, intermingling with the sound of uneven breathing. And then he turned to—

"ACK!" Su Jianjun groaned in pain and the sudden force made him slink down on one knee. His head bent to look at the small knife sticking into his stomach. "F*ck."

Without Song Yinan to interfere and pay attention to him, Fei Huangjin had used Su Jianjun's momentary distraction to take out Ying Yue's knife and throw it at the mastermind of it all. He looked at the man who was swearing over and over with one knee bent, and then he laid Ying Yue gently on the floor.

He took a step towards Su Jianjun.

The man looked at him with eyes full of hate, and then raised his gun just as Fei Huangjin tackled him to the ground.

CRASH!

The two men rolled on the floor, the impact causing the knife to dig deeper into Su Jianjun's abdomen. "Ahh!" Fei Huangjin, too, winced at the worsening pain on his shoulder, but he forced himself to straddle Su Jianjun from above and raised a fist, bringing it down to the other man's angelic face.

BAM!

"This--,"

BAM!

"—is for,"

PAK!

"—my wife!"

BAM!

Fei Huangjin's knuckles immediately became soaked in warm blood, and Su Jianjun's face was barely recognizable from his beatings. His nose became crooked, and blood was gushing out from his nose and the several cuts on his cheek.

BAM!

He continued to beat the sh*t out of the man, but despite that, Su Jianjun still had the audacity to laugh.

"AAAARGH!" Fei Huangjin cried out his anger and frustration. BAM! BAM! BAM! And he continued punching the man until the cracking of bones echoed in the room and Su Jianjun's jaw became slack. Eventually the man stopped laughing, and he was barely breathing as it is.

BAM! He punched him one more time for good measure and took the man's gun before hurrying over to Ying Yue. She was still breathing, but her pulse was weak and thready. She was going to die from blood loss if he couldn't get her out of here.

Fei Huangjin tore two parts of Ying Yue's shirt and tied one over her injured arm and the other one across his injured shoulder. No matter what, he had to get her out of here. "Honey, hold on, okay? I'll get you to the hospital." There was no verbal response, but he pulled her into his arms and lifted her up and over his bad shoulder. "Urgghh," he groaned. His shoulder hurt like hell, and he felt like his muscle there was getting torn and shred with her weight on it. But he couldn't put her on his good shoulder because he needed to use that arm to get them out of there.

Fei Huangjin grit his teeth and took one last sweeping look at the bodies in the room, and then stepped out.