The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 29

Bai Jun’s feelings toward Zhan Hui were incredibly complex.

Zhan Hui possessed a very fine appearance; even in middle age, he was so well-maintained that he was frequently approached by strangers. As a child, influenced by her mother, Bai Jun had idolized this father, trying every way possible to win his favor.

But because he despised her gender, no matter how hard she worked, Zhan Hui’s attitude toward her remained lukewarm. Later, after witnessing his infidelity, her internal filter shattered, and she began to clash with him head-on.

Zhan Hui had expressed his loathing for Bai Jun multiple times. Even so, Bai Jun had never imagined he would actually want to kill her.

Yet, thinking carefully, it wasn’t impossible.

From the moment she discovered her aunt’s betrayal, everything had become like a derailed train, hurtling toward the exact opposite of what she had hoped for as a child. In the adult world, everyone revealed their hideous faces: ugly, cruel, and even grotesque.

Zhan Hui had always loved wealth and status above all else; her mother simply hadn’t seen through him and had been deceived for many years.

The police briefly explained Zhan Hui’s motive. His company, Huizu, had been operating at a loss for years, and he had been forced to take out massive loans. He was now several months behind on paying his employees. Because Bai Jun refused to help him settle his debts, his malice grew. He figured that by getting rid of her, he could divide the vast fortune she had inherited from her grandfather. That was why he bribed Lin Feng.

After Lin Feng was arrested, he produced the evidence of the bribe: bank transfers and chat logs—the proof was undeniable.

“After capturing Lin Feng, we found a way to apprehend the hidden Zhan Hui. Yesterday, he confessed to all his crimes.”

No wonder her calls to Zhan Hui wouldn’t go through before.

The officer finished the case summary and added, “Zhan Hui is currently shouting to see you. He’ll likely try to get you to sign a letter of leniency to reduce his sentence. His lawyer will probably contact you soon. Do you have any other questions regarding the case?”

“Thank you… I have no more questions.”

The relationship between Lin Song and Lin Feng flashed through her mind, but Bai Jun didn’t mention it. Enough was enough. She was truly exhausted! Why Zhan Hui had told her about their connection, whether Lin Song was an accomplice, or if she would be dragged down by Zhan Hui… it didn’t matter anymore. She didn’t want to pursue anything.

For a split second, she even wished she had died in the car accident. Then she wouldn’t have to face this scarred and broken life.

So this was what her twenty-seven-year-old self faced? She had done nothing wrong, yet the world’s malice had never let her go. She thought of the cold-faced woman in her dreams; in this instant, she completely forgave the version of herself before the amnesia.

It was… so painful. For her to even be alive, she must have been incredibly brave.

“The court will likely convene within two months. I will notify you of the specific date.”

She thanked the officer with forced composure and hung up. The clerk handed her the desserts. Her body trembled so much that her hand couldn’t grip the plastic bag. With a “splat,” the desserts fell to the floor.

The exquisitely shaped pastries were instantly reduced to a mushy mess—just like her life, which had looked blooming and vibrant on the outside but was actually rotten and beyond saving.

Tears fell. Amid the clerk’s flustered apologies and offers to repack them, she shook her head. She knelt to clean up the mess, then carried the bag out of the shop and tossed everything into the trash.

Broken things can never be mended. Just like her life, which had decayed to a hopeless state.

But she still had to use her last bit of strength to make amends for the lives ruined by others; this was a responsibility she had to bear. Zhan Hui’s company was a subsidiary of the Bai Group, a construction firm. Those under his employ were the most ordinary, hardworking migrant workers who had no safety net.

They had done nothing wrong. The tide of the times rolled forward, and real estate fell into decline, but that shouldn’t be their burden. They worked diligently, building the city yet never getting a chance to enjoy it. They deserved their basic pay to support their families and children.

As for the Bai Group, once word got out that it was nearing bankruptcy, there would likely be many looking to acquire it based on the brand name alone. Changes at the top wouldn’t affect the ordinary employees. She carried the Bai bloodline; she couldn’t deal with the group of relatives who had been clinging to the Bai family tree for years, but someone else would handle them. As long as the Bai Group continued to create value, it didn’t matter if it changed its name.

With so many things hitting her at once, Bai Jun felt she shouldn’t be able to handle it, yet her mind was unexpectedly clear in this moment. All her plans emerged instantly, as if they had been formulated over many years and only lacked the timing to be put into practice.

She already had nothing left! She didn’t lack the courage to go down swinging. Meeting Xu Tu’s worried gaze, she lowered her head and made a decision.

“Contact Song’s Industry. See if they are interested in acquiring my shares.”

If possible, she still wanted to find a good master for the Bai Group. Song’s Industry had repeatedly offered help in her hour of need; they were the best choice to take over.

Making this decision felt like a weight being lifted from her chest. But the sorrow was overflowing, and she couldn’t stop the tears. All of this was brought about by wealth. She didn’t want the so-called status anymore; she was willing to give everything back.

Could the world return the important things she had lost instead?

Xu Tu tried to comfort her, saying things hadn’t reached that point yet—that once news broke of her selling her shares, there would be no turning back. But seeing the determination in Bai Jun’s eyes, Xu Tu fell silent and made the call through tears.

Her head began to throb again. Bai Jun closed her eyes, desperately wanting to sleep. Perhaps she would wake up and everything would be fine; she would still be twelve years old and wouldn’t have to face any of this.

With trembling hands, she took out the pill bottle and swallowed one. By the time she reached home, the medication was taking effect. Lin Song rushed back at almost the same time.

Lin Song had lost her usual composure. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions as her trembling hands gripped Bai Jun’s arms. But seeing Bai Jun’s state, all her words seemed to catch in her throat.

“You… we actually have other ways. You don’t have to sell the shares.”

Bai Jun didn’t answer. From the moment she spoke the words, she had decided never to change her mind.

“Did you remember something?” Lin Song’s face grew paler. She stared at Bai Jun’s expression, testing cautiously, her voice even carrying a hint of a tremor. “Jun-jun, I’m sorry!”

“I know I didn’t do this right. I’ll change everything in the future. Can we…”

“I have made my decision. I won’t change it.” Bai Jun interrupted her.

As expected, Lin Song had done something to wrong her before the amnesia, which was why she was apologizing so frantically. She could guess why Lin Song was so panicked; Lin Song probably hadn’t expected her to choose to sell everything so decisively. All of Lin Song’s previous schemes might have just gone up in smoke.

Bai Jun was incredibly weary and lacked the energy to pretend, so she chose to let Lin Song’s assumptions stand. Although she hadn’t recovered her memories, she had guessed the truth, which was practically the same thing.

“I’m the one who should say sorry.” Since they weren’t divorced yet, Bai Jun felt she owed Lin Song an apology. Lin Song was still busy with her affairs, yet she had decided to sell the shares without a word of consultation. “But I’ve truly had enough of living like this.”

Almost everyone had turned against her because of money. She seemed to have become the world’s most pathetic creature.

Lin Song’s face turned even whiter. For a moment, Bai Jun thought she might actually cry. It was no wonder she felt sad, seeing the wealth that was about to be hers suddenly fly away. But Bai Jun didn’t know if there would be any money left for Lin Song after selling everything, so she remained silent.

She thought her heart had turned to ash after everything that happened, yet seeing the tears at the corner of Lin Song’s eyes, Bai Jun still felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She closed her eyes in avoidance. She was so sleepy; she didn’t want to see anyone, especially Lin Song.

It would be so good to sink into the darkness and never wake up again.

“Can you give me a little more time?”

“I know you don’t want to see me right now. I’ll stay away from you for a while.” She heard Lin Song’s trembling voice, crying softly in a plea. “Once we finish this busy period, let’s find a time to discuss it properly, okay?”

“I… I’m truly unwilling…”

Did she want the remaining money? Fine. If there was any money left then, she was willing to give a large portion of it to Lin Song. Wealth was useless to her now; she couldn’t find any motivation to keep going. If Lin Song wanted money, she could have just asked directly.

She curled into the darkness and finally gave a soft “Mm.” Drowsiness surged up as she had hoped. In sleep, as long as she didn’t dream, she could forget all her sorrow.

But the dreams came anyway. In them, she was defenseless, her edges and joys worn away by life until she became like a walking corpse. When she woke the next day, her tears had soaked half the pillowcase.

Over the following days, phone calls came one after another. Some questioned why she was selling, some cursed her for abandoning the company in its time of need, and some were interested in the acquisition.

Lin Song seemed to have recovered from her loss of composure. Every day after, she acted as if nothing had happened, calling Bai Jun to discuss company matters. However, she kept her promise and did not return to the villa.

The matter of Manager Bai’s son’s drunk driving was soon resolved. Because Bai Jun had begun selling shares, the Bai Group’s stock plummeted, and every shareholder was offloading their stock. Fearing his shares would become worthless paper, Manager Bai risked returning to the country for a transaction. He was apprehended by the waiting police, who followed the trail to find his son.

Song’s Industry turned out to be generous, deciding to acquire the Bai Group at a price much higher than Bai Jun had expected. Xu Tu said that when the other party heard Bai Jun’s decision, they were very pleased. They said they had wanted to do this for a long time; rather than reviving a dying, outdated Bai Group, they preferred to acquire it and implement drastic reforms.

However, their chairman hadn’t allowed them to acquire it directly before, only permitting small-scale share purchases to become a major shareholder supporting Bai Jun. They had been quite frustrated. Xu Tu also mentioned that Song’s Industry didn’t plan to change the name; they intended to keep the original.

But Song’s Industry had one condition: Bai Jun must remain employed at the Bai Group, continuing to provide perfumes for them, and she was not allowed to go abroad for three years. They offered her a very high salary.

Bai Jun didn’t know why they specifically mentioned not allowing her to go abroad, but she loved blending perfumes anyway, so their conditions weren’t unreasonable.

Bai Jun agreed on the spot.

However, the sense of unease lingered. She couldn’t help but ask Xu Tu again if there was any hidden connection between her and Song’s Industry. It felt as though they had deep roots with her; otherwise, why would they help her so many times? But Xu Tu remained in the dark.

Resolving to thank the chairman of Song’s Industry in person one day, Bai Jun calmly signed the stock transfer documents. Most of her personal assets were sold to Song’s Industry to fill the massive deficit left by the Huizu Group. She felt a profound sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted.

But as the police had warned, Zhan Hui’s lawyer became a relentless nuisance. He called her incessantly, demanding a letter of leniency, and somehow discovered her current address, camping out in front of the villa. Knowing the lawyer was a “dog-skin plaster” famous for attacking a victim’s psychological defenses, Bai Jun refused to see him. She would never forgive Zhan Hui.

She decided to change her phone and number, simultaneously putting her old plan into action: moving to the village for a while. With Song’s Industry treating the Bai Group so generously, she wanted to develop a new perfume as quickly as possible to repay them.

After sending her new number to Lin Song, Bai Jun moved to the village. Lin Song had previously said she wanted to talk, but lately, she had reverted to acting as if nothing was wrong. She had even tried to send gifts to win Bai Jun over, only stopping once Bai Jun returned every single one.

Bai Jun couldn’t tell what she was planning. In their video calls, Lin Song looked thinner, the light seemingly gone from her eyes. She would spend the entire call just staring at Bai Jun. Every time their eyes met, Bai Jun felt a pang of heartache, unable to understand how they had ended up like this.

Life in the village was peaceful. Principal Huang was exceptionally kind, and Xu Tu visited daily to bring necessary documents. The chaos of the outside world felt far away; Bai Hong had found her a perfect sanctuary.

Bai Jun spent her days researching perfumes, wandering around the school, and occasionally helping with classes. When she was bored, she picked fruit in the orchard. Her life felt fuller and more tranquil than ever before.

Since Lin Feng and Zhan Hui were in custody, Bai Jun stopped wearing her mask outdoors in the summer heat. Several elderly villagers mentioned she looked familiar, claiming they had seen her on TV. Bai Jun assumed she simply resembled a celebrity and thought nothing of it.

Until a few days later, when Zhan Hui’s lawyer found her.

“Miss Bai, I know you hate your father for what he did, but he is your father. He was desperate when he made that decision.” The lawyer blocked her path as she returned from the flower fields. Even after she refused to speak, he followed her. “He was just disappointed. You’ve been willful all these years; he probably spent his life cleaning up your messes. Yet when he was in trouble, you wouldn’t help him.”

“Willful?” Bai Jun stopped, laughing in anger. “Is that what he told you?”

“Not exactly,” the lawyer murmured, studying her face to garner sympathy. “Mr. Zhan Hui regrets everything. He’s only said good things about you. But your behavior on the show The Rebel was witnessed by everyone.”

Bai Jun froze. “The Rebel?”

If she remembered correctly, that was the show where Lin Song first appeared before the public. Why would she have been on it? Her heart hammered against her ribs.

“The show you were on when you were fifteen!” the lawyer sighed. “Miss Bai, I did my research. Your father tried everything to fix your behavior back then, which is why he sent you to that program.”

Bai Jun didn’t hear another word. She sprinted home, slammed the door on the lawyer, and opened her new phone with trembling hands. She searched for “The Rebel.”

A sea of videos appeared. On the first cover she saw, she recognized her fifteen-year-old self. She really had been on that show.

She clicked on a video and saw a version of herself that looked possessed by a demon. She saw herself bullying Lin Song—knocking over the breakfast Lin Song had spent all morning making, nearly burning down Lin Song’s kitchen. She saw herself snarling and kicking the disabled neighbor next door. She saw herself running away petulantly, forcing Lin Song to search for her in a rainstorm until they were both stranded on a mountain.

In the show, she was a walking disaster, serving as the perfect, blackened foil to Lin Song’s kindness.

I was the rich second-generation brat who bullied Lin Song.

She watched episode after episode through blurred eyes. The comments were a barrage of vitriol:

Every time I watch this, my heart breaks for Goddess Lin Song! Why hasn’t the Bai Group gone bankrupt? Lin Song is so pitiful—bullied by Bai Jun as a kid, then forced into marriage by her as an adult! I heard Bai Jun’s grandfather paid a fortune to the agency just to force Lin Song to marry her. Did you see the news? Bai Jun is going bankrupt! Finally! Lin Song is free… Karma is real! Bai Jun is finally getting what she deserves.

There were even photoshopped funeral portraits and comments cursing her to die young. Bai Jun’s tears fell uncontrollably. She didn’t blame them; even she hated the girl in the video.

In an instant, everything about Lin Song’s behavior made sense. Lin Song must have hated the pre-amnesia Bai Jun to her core. She had likely planned to take the family fortune as revenge. But Lin Song had been so kind as a child; perhaps she couldn’t bring herself to be truly cruel once she saw Bai Jun had lost her memories.

This was the compensation Lin Song deserved. What right did Bai Jun have to resent her? Every misfortune she had encountered since waking up was merely karma for the “wicked” girl she used to be.

She couldn’t keep dragging Lin Song down. A person as wretched as her didn’t deserve such a good wife.

Bai Jun opened her door. The persistent lawyer was still there. Seeing her red eyes, he paused.

“I will not issue a letter of leniency,” Bai Jun said firmly, dousing the spark of hope in his eyes. “But I have a job for you. Draft a divorce agreement for me. I’m leaving with nothing.”

The lawyer promised to bring the agreement the next day. Bai Jun called Lin Song to arrange a meeting.

“I’ll give you the divorce papers tomorrow.”

She couldn’t selfishly hinder Lin Song anymore. Without her in the way, perhaps Lin Song could finally be with her “White Moonlight.”

“Jun-jun, have you really made up your mind?” On the screen, Lin Song looked as if she had expected this. Her eyes were red, the light in them completely extinguished. She sounded as if she were suppressing a breakdown. “Can you… please reconsider?”

Bai Jun looked away, unable to meet her gaze. One more look and her resolve would crumble. She didn’t deserve Lin Song’s love; she couldn’t even leave her with enough money as compensation.

“I’m sorry.” The words felt hollow and weak.

A long silence followed. Lin Song closed her eyes, seemingly accepting the decision at last.

“Then I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow.” When she opened her eyes again, a long-lost smile appeared on her lips. “This is between us. I don’t want anyone else involved. Jun-jun, remember to come alone tomorrow. I don’t want anyone to know you’re coming to see me. Let’s just have one final, private talk. Okay, Jun-jun?”

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