I Was Taken by the Female Lead After Transmigrating into a Book - Chapter 91

But Wu Ling didn’t look in her direction.

Fusang could almost hear her own heavy gasps. Her breathing was constricted from her mouth and nose being taped shut, so she had to breathe even harder. The sound of her eardrums throbbing was noticeable. Her gaze moved away from Wu Ling’s face, somewhat dazed, and rested on her feet.

However, as Wu Ling’s words fell, the voice that followed was not Li Wei, who seemed to be the leader, but Chen Bin, who had been in a state of extreme resentment all along.

“What the hell do you mean?” Chen Bin stared at Wu Ling, his eyes bloodshot and almost bursting from their sockets. “What do you mean, it’s my fault? What the hell does this have to do with me? If this bitch hadn’t been running, would our brothers have ended up dead or crippled?!”

He didn’t give Wu Ling a chance to speak and impatiently turned around.

“You’ve got a good brain, don’t you?” Chen Bin smiled sinisterly, limped over to Fusang, and viciously yanked her hair, forcing her to raise her head as high as possible.

The camera focused on Chen Bin’s ugly face, which was twisted with excessive emotion. “When you were trying to kill our brothers, did you ever think this day would come, huh?”

He yanked Fusang’s head hard, and it hit the leg of a nearby chair. Blood immediately gushed out like a leaky faucet. The wound wasn’t big, and it was quickly diluted by the sweat on her body.

—But this was an unexpected injury. No one saw it coming.

However, Li Ke didn’t signal to stop, and Bai Feifei didn’t show any surprise. She let out a few muffled laughs from her throat, which seemed to poke at something fragile in Chen Bin’s heart, causing him to furiously slap her.

Compared to the others, Chen Bin, the instigator who used to speed on his motorcycle, run red lights, and roar down the streets, causing the deaths of three people, seemed to always be at his emotional peak.

He was like a provoked bull, dragging a mangled leg, furiously striking and crashing into things inside the room, muttering unintelligible words like a headless fly.

Bright red blood dripped down Fusang’s forehead, turning into a streaky pink liquid. It eventually went past her chin and dripped onto her school uniform. The blue parts turned dark, and the white parts were initially pink and then gradually stained red as more blood dripped down.

The tape on her mouth and lips had shifted from the recent tugging, and it hung precariously between her lower lip and chin. The stale and even decaying air rushed into her nasal cavity, but it made her take a few careful, deep breaths.

Fusang blinked her sore eyes very slowly but didn’t say a word. Instead, she leaned her head, which had no strength, against the chair leg that had hit her and looked weakly in the direction of Wu Ling and Li Wei.

Finally, Li Wei spoke.

“Binzi, calm down. I know you’re hurting,” Li Wei said. The cigarette in his hand had burned out. He instinctively let the smoke linger before slowly exhaling. When it was almost too hot to hold, he threw away the burnt-out cigarette and stomped on it with his foot.

After a moment, he said, “This isn’t your fault.”

But when he said this, he didn’t look at Chen Bin.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Chen Bin’s face was already streaked with sweat mixed with tears. The muscles in his face sometimes twitched and sometimes relaxed, but he had begun to hunch over, showing his pain.

Fusang had a faint smile on her face the whole time.

She coldly watched these three young hooligans who used to hang out together.

A long time had passed since the last accident, and Fusang, who was present, was questioned as an eyewitness for several rounds of testimony.

—But no one would associate a frightened, fleeing high school girl who was in the process of being abused with a murderer.

So the accident was eventually defined as a major malicious traffic accident. A few days after the accident, it suddenly gained traction online. The arrogant boys who were chasing the girl had been a menace in their area. They were from a mediocre high school, next to a vocational high school, and surrounded by countless auto repair shops. In such an environment, it was too easy for teenagers to go astray.

At first, the media only reported on the vicious accident itself, with the focus on the hardworking van driver who was rushing home in the heavy rain and the rebellious young men who were speeding at night. The story then moved on to how teenagers should be educated.

But things took a sharp turn on the second day.

Many students from nearby schools gathered at the sealed-off scene and cheered, even saying to the cameras that it was a great relief that these societal dregs had died. Many students also went to the hospitals of the students who were lucky enough to survive. After finding out the exact hospital rooms, they sent wreaths.

If it were just one, it might not have caused a sensation. After all, there were so many hospital rooms, and there were many funeral homes across from the hospital. Wreaths were also commonplace, and they could even be delivered to the door. But at that time, students from several schools gathered together. The wreaths couldn’t fit inside the hospital rooms, and the hospital entrance was blocked by security guards stationed every few steps. The wreaths were finally placed outside the hospital, almost forming a sea of flowers.

Because of this, the wreath business soared during those days. The owners of the nearby wreath shops and even flower shops were interviewed in batches. In the end, everyone came to one conclusion—these wreaths and flowers, which were meant for the deceased, were all sent by students.

From then on, the incident was pushed to its peak.

News reports flooded the internet. Countless students reported the living ones with their real names, hoping the police would bring them to justice. The doctors and nurses at the hospital were constantly annoyed. With countless victims and irrefutable evidence, their attitude toward them could only become worse.

Because they were still hospitalized at the time, the lightest injury was still considered a second-degree disability, so the investigation progress was slow—until now, they could finally be discharged.

It was hard to say who would receive a heavier sentence among the three of them because they were all over 18.

The oldest one was Li Wei, who was 20 this year. Besides Li Mingming, he had the most power in this group. In the past, Li Mingming acted as the leader, and he would take care of their messes. Whether it was with money or power, he would always make them bolder, leading them to become lawless, even to the point of not caring about their own lives.

But Li Mingming was dead.

Li Wei, who always acted as the second-in-command, had to establish his authority and consider cleaning up their mess. But his family was just an ordinary business family. They had some small money but didn’t have strong connections. This was why on that rainy night, he insisted on catching Fusang, to have his brothers participate in a revelry, and to solidify his position as the leader he craved.

But ironically, due to a series of coincidences, the situation spiraled out of control.

It became so big that Li Wei had no one to turn to for help. He could only huddle together with his unfortunate surviving brothers. When faced with the other party’s desperate and out-of-control rage, he could only say the insincere words, “This is not your fault.”

But after the incident, Li Wei’s parents almost sold all their assets to get letters of understanding. Even so, it was a drop in the bucket. Who would have thought that a person who used to burn money like paper and was treated like a god at home would now only throw away a cigarette butt after it had completely burned down to the filter.

“Is it really not your fault?” Fusang suddenly spoke. Her voice was intermittent, but she didn’t stop. “Then you, look at him and say that.”

Fusang remembered that rainy night. Li Wei’s car was right behind Chen Bin’s. Even dozens of meters away, in the pouring rain, she could hear Li Wei screaming at Chen Bin to slow down.

But Chen Bin didn’t stop. He deliberately competed with him and sped up, which ultimately led to the tragedy.

Fusang let out a low laugh.

Chen Bin’s gaze was numb and hollow as it fell on Li Wei, staring straight at him.

Li Wei lit a second cigarette but avoided his gaze. He neither answered Fusang’s question nor looked at Chen Bin.

Sanzi was like a transparent person from beginning to end. In this small group, he was an existence like a jackal. He would usually run errands to buy cigarettes, take some of the spare change that Li Wei and the other “brothers” didn’t care about, and stand watch or hand over a knife when needed, then use the “leader’s” power to clean up the mess. He came from a poor family and did all kinds of evil with the group led by Li Mingming. He was like a lapdog of a younger brother, but the money that leaked from their fingers was more than what his disabled father and mentally challenged mother earned in ten years.

He had five siblings, and he was the youngest… and the most pitiful. Because his other four family members were not normal people; they were either cerebral palsy or disabled.

Now even he had become disabled, but he had become the most silent one. He was neither angry nor desperate. On the contrary, he was more reserved and stable than Li Wei. When called, he would come and eat more than anyone else, as if he saw these few survivors as a long-term meal ticket.

Neither Chen Bin nor Li Wei looked at him, but Fusang’s gaze was on him from time to time. She watched him stare blankly at his disabled half-body, always subconsciously touching the part of his head where a piece of bone was missing—he never took off his hat.

The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

It had started raining again outside at some point. The raindrops were dense but not violent, and the sound was a mix of noises.

Fusang glanced at Wu Ling again, only to find that she had her head down, messing with the phone that was playing the video. The surveillance video was once again playing from the beginning. Everyone’s attention was drawn to it until the short video was over and the sound disappeared again.

Only then did Wu Ling speak, “You called her here because you want her to go…”

She seemed unable to find a better word. Bai Feifei thought that the word Wu Ling probably had in mind was ‘surrender’ or ‘confess,’ but neither seemed appropriate.

Her forehead was still throbbing, but since her whole body was in pain, it wasn’t that noticeable. She just leaned against one spot and didn’t want to move.

The scene was shot smoothly, but the filming period was long. The three people had to be filmed from multiple angles, and if one shot didn’t connect, they had to start over.

But the most miserable one should be her. She didn’t know how much more Li Ke needed to film to be satisfied. Bai Feifei felt that she probably didn’t want to be beaten once or several more times. It was too painful.

“To take the blame for you?” Wu Ling finally used the words, ‘take the blame.’

Her thoughts were pulled back by Wu Ling’s last two words, but Bai Feifei suddenly thought that this matter wasn’t over yet.

From now on, it seemed that the main plot was gradually entering the final part centered on Wu Ling’s perspective. The content about her, which Bai Feifei could never guess, was about to be revealed step by step.

Li Wei, Chen Bin, and Sanzi didn’t react to the words ‘take the blame.’

But the final words Wu Ling said made both Li Wei and Chen Bin’s expressions change at the same time.

Wu Ling pulled at the corner of her lips, but the smile failed. She finally said with a blank expression, “Is that how the person who gave you the idea lied to you? He’s really… not very kind.”