After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage - Chapter 679:

Chapter 679: Chapter 679 I’m not reconciled

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“Right, about to be executed. So what were you after? Were you so afraid of Gu Zhichuan being with me that you had to harm me, only to end up implicating yourself? What did you end up gaining?” Lin Gantang asked.

Shi Muzhen’s gaze was dark and intense as she stared through the glass at Lin Gantang.

She gained nothing, only imprisonment. Both in love with Gu Zhichuan, Lin Gantang could pursue him brazenly and stand by his side, while her own affections were like rotting roses, discarded and loathed by him.

Even when Lin Gantang left, merely standing there, she received what Shi Muzhen had longed for in her dreams.

And she, despite all her efforts until the end, got nothing, even sacrificing everything she had.

“You’re right, I got nothing, and that’s why I can’t accept it.” Shi Muzhen’s eyes held a harshness as she looked through the window at Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang sensed the malice seeping from her eyes: “What more do you want? Is your love so noble that I deserved to burn to death for it, to clear the way for your romance? Have you ever considered that others might also have perished innocently?”

“What do other people’s lives or deaths have to do with me?” Shi Muzhen replied with extreme coldness.

Lin Gantang felt that the death sentence was truly deserved; even to this day, she showed no guilt or regret for what she had done.

Shi Muzhen was extremely irritated by Lin Gantang’s composed face and suddenly sneered and asked, “You surely don’t know why your body reacted abnormally on the day of the fire, preventing you from escaping immediately, do you?”

Lin Gantang only knew that on that day, she felt dizzy for some unknown reason, lay down on the second floor for a while, and fell into a deep sleep, narrowly escaping death in the fire.

Shi Muzhen was pleased with Lin Gantang’s clueless expression. She lowered her head slightly, her lips curling into a wild smile, her eyes gradually taking on a mad glint: “The cat, ah, the one at the entrance to your store.”

Lin Gantang remembered that cat, a white long-haired cat that had collapsed outside the store that day. Its breathing and heartbeat were normal, so she picked it up and temporarily placed it inside the shop.

“I filled that cat’s fur with enough sleeping powder; why else do you think it fainted?” Shi Muzhen laughed maliciously: “As soon as you touched it, your fate was sealed. Lin Gantang, you can’t blame me for your death, blame your own kindness.”

Lin Gantang’s expression grew dark. No wonder she had felt dizzy that day; she had come into contact with the sleeping drug unwittingly.

And Shi Muzhen’s plan had worked. The drug powder, undetectable and odorless, was mistaken for dust on the cat’s fur by any unaware person.

Breathing in just a small amount was enough for Shi Muzhen to smoothly carry out her subsequent plan.

The surveillance camera closest to the bookstore was broken, and the ones farther away were conveniently blocked by trees at the front door. No one saw the cat Lin Gantang had taken in, and the fire that incinerated the unconscious cat also destroyed the evidence.

Shi Muzhen chuckled to herself. Of course, she didn’t have such meticulous thoughts, but someone behind the scenes quietly guided and enticed her.

Shi Muzhen’s calculations were meticulous, but she didn’t account for Wen Yanqing’s act of rescue.

Lin Gantang found it laughable: “Gu Zhichuan likes me, so you wanted to burn me alive. Now, who else can you harm? Once you are executed, he’ll be getting married, having children, and sharing affection with another woman, without the obstacle of you, Shi Muzhen.”

Lin Gantang laughed: “You’ve removed yourself, clearing the way for others to love Gu Zhichuan in the future. And you will never have the chance to see Gu Zhichuan again. Is this the choice you made in your madness?”

Shi Muzhen’s eyes were full of resentment.

Lin Gantang felt there was no point in saying more: “Before coming here, the lawyer conveyed that you had something concealed about the fire that you wanted to discuss with me.. Why aren’t you speaking now? Don’t tell me the ‘concealed matter’ was just about the cat?”