Chapter 15 Revealing the Past
Sitting face-to-face on the sofa, I lit a cigarette—rare for me.
Even after three years, the memory of my parents’ deaths was still a scar across my heart.
“Three years ago, second year of university, my dad died in a car accident. Hit-and-run driver… My mom’s health was already poor. Seeing his body, she had a heart attack on the spot.”
“She was covered in his blood when they loaded her into the ambulance. She didn’t make it to the hospital.”
Even now, I still had that nightmare.
The cordoned-off accident scene.
The hearse and ambulance parked one behind the other.
Tears, funerals, distant relatives sighing…
I used to wake up crying. Now I only felt numb.
I’d already hurt too many times in that scene.
Leaning back on the sofa, I exhaled smoke. Breathing felt hard.
“After that, I kept searching. Asking police for updates, hiring private investigators to find the driver.”
“Slowly I learned my dad’s death was because he’d refused to use his position to help a criminal group with cold-chain transport.”
“I learned the driver’s name was Ma San—a repeat offender. Vicious, cunning, slipped through every crack.”
“That case caught plenty of people involved. Only Ma San vanished like he’d evaporated. Investigators searched everywhere—no trace.”
“The last lead pointed to a smuggling ship heading overseas.”
Liang Sheng’s expression was grave.
I suddenly remembered something and laughed, wanting to interact. “Hey, want to know what happened to Ma San in the end?”
The information came from a low-level thug.
Drunk, in flashing lights and noise, he’d hooked an arm around my neck and yelled in confusion.
Ma San? Wasn’t he dead long ago?
Owed huge gambling debts—some Myanmar guys tied stones to him and threw him in the river. Fish ate the body clean by now—
I recalled the thug’s tone, repeated it to Liang Sheng with a laugh. “Thrown into the river by Myanmar guys. Fish ate the corpse clean.”
The moment I heard that news—did it feel good? I only felt chilled to the bone.
Hate so thick it nearly drowned me.
How ridiculous. The enemy I’d searched for so long was already long dead.
Not even in a gunfight—just casually fed to fish.
A vicious gambler, a maggot with no power against death, had reached out and destroyed everything I had.
A second before losing control in the memory, I closed my eyes, took a drag, looked away from Liang Sheng, and gave him the final twist.
“That same day, I learned something else from the thug. Ma San was just a small fry. The one who ordered him—was Luo Sha.”
I shrugged helplessly. “The rest, you already know.”
After that, Liang Sheng was silent for a long time.
Long enough that I realized, belatedly, I hadn’t eaten breakfast and hunger was hitting.
Only then did he stand.
He didn’t comment on my story. Didn’t offer comfort. He knew I didn’t need it.
My revenge had ended the moment Luo Sha died.
Before leaving, he only said, “I made breakfast. It’s in the kitchen. Remember to eat.”
Then he asked, “The new project will take a while to settle. During this time—can I come see you often?”
After last night, I already knew why he was really in Lincheng.
But I’d just bared my heart to him. I wanted him to say it clearly too.
So I raised a brow. “Not sure what you mean.”
“After such a long talk—are you trying to say you’re chasing me?”
Liang Sheng met my eyes without flinching, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He gave me the answer. “Yes.”
“Fang Mu, I’m here to chase you.”