“Turn over a new leaf from now on. Go home quickly; your family is waiting for you outside.”
Under the prison guard’s polite instructions, Xia You slowly walked out of the gate.
She looked up, the dazzling sunlight making her feel a long-lost sense of freedom.
At the same time, a refined young man stepped out of a Porsche parked not far ahead.
“Xia You.”
Only then did Xia You look at the young man in front of her, who was dressed in a sharp suit and possessed handsome features.
“Mom and Dad sent me to pick you up. You’ve suffered these past two years. Once you’re back, we will make it up to you properly.” His tone was very formal, occasionally revealing a sliver of apology.
However, he had originally expected the Xia You who just left prison to be disheveled and filthy.
He hadn’t expected the Xia You before him to be so refreshed, with a healthy complexion—she even looked more beautiful than she had two years ago.
His hypocritical face made Xia You feel sick. “You all colluded to make me take the fall for Xia Xing and sent me to prison, and now you want me to go back so you can ‘compensate’ me? Are you the ones who are shameless, or is it me?”
Xia Zhiwen’s face turned cold, his eyes showing a hint of disgust. “Do you think I wanted to come pick you up? Mom and Dad made me. With your current black history, you should be grateful they’re even letting you come home. Don’t be ungrateful! Xiao Xing is waiting for you at home and even prepared a cake. Don’t let Xiao Xing down!”
Xia You sneered. “My black history is all thanks to you lot. Especially you, my dear brother, the great Lawyer Xia.”
Back then, when she took the fall and went to prison for Xia Xing, Xia Zhiwen had certainly put in a lot of effort. Of course, it wasn’t just him; there were three other biological older brothers and her own parents.
Xia Zhiwen’s expression shifted slightly. “We had no choice in that situation. I could only protect Xiao Xing.”
Xia You cursed, “You’re all a bunch of fucking lunatics.”
After cursing him, she walked straight forward.
Xia Zhiwen frowned. “Don’t forget you’ve been to prison! Without the Xia family, you are nothing! You’re worse than a beggar on the street!”
Just then, a Maybach stopped in front of Xia You.
A man stepped out of the Maybach, walked quickly to Xia You, and bowed respectfully. “Are you Miss Xia You?”
Xia You nodded. “I am.”
The man became even more respectful. “I am very sorry for being late. Miss Xia You, please get in the car.”
When Xia Zhiwen saw this scene, his expression turned to one of astonishment.
The model of that car… if he remembered correctly, there were no more than five in the entire country.
Xia You gave a hum of affirmation. As she got into the car, she turned to look at Xia Zhiwen, who was standing there in a daze. “By the way, there’s another reason I don’t want to return to the Xia family. That is—I don’t like staying with livestock.”
With that, Xia You stepped into the car with her long legs.
The driver glanced at Xia Zhiwen from a distance before walking around the front and getting into the driver’s seat.
Xia Zhiwen watched the Maybach drive away, his gaze turning exceptionally gloomy.
Who was it?
Besides the Xia family, who else would come to pick her up when she was released?
And why was she cursing so freely now? Had prison rotted her brain?
“Miss Xia You, our President Lin was very excited to hear you were being released. She originally intended to pick you up personally, but the old madam happened to fall ill today, so President Lin had to return to the ancestral home. That is why she sent me instead.”
Xia You gave a soft hum.
In her mind, she recalled the family and social relationships of this body once more.
That’s right—Xia You was no longer Xia You.
The real Xia You had already died while in prison.
She had died from extreme depression combined with the bullying she endured from the other inmates.
And she was merely a ghostly soul who had entered Xia You’s body by chance.