Chapter 1389 - 1386: Enjoying Wealth and Glory All the Same

Chapter 1389: Chapter 1386: Enjoying Wealth and Glory All the Same

Any time a riot can result in a tragedy.

Instinctively, the encroaching officers unknowingly retreated two steps.

"Miss Han Feifei, intentional injury can be sentenced to at most several years, don’t think so rashly," the officer advised. However, the authority in his eyes remained unchanged. He stared fixedly at the woman.

"Yes, Miss Han, don’t do anything foolish. You still have your youth ahead. Once you are out, you can still enjoy riches and honor." Uncle Ye also chimed in with a hypocritical attempt to console, his eyes slyly darting around. Now was not the time for her to die. Hmph! Dying like this would be too easy for her.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Han Feifei suddenly burst into mad laughter, just as the piercing laughter hadn’t dissipated, she abruptly stopped and roared in some despair, "Several years, several years, can that time be easily spent? Tell me, who has served several years in prison?! Ah! Would I still have youth then, I’m a star... why must I be ruined?! Why—"

As she spoke, her body trembled uncontrollably, the hand holding the knife squeezed out cold sweat, and her sharp nails dug into her flesh. The knife flashed brilliantly in the light, its edge sharp, its cold gleam appearing suddenly. It mirrored a flicker of uncertainty and fear in the hearts of people. In the next moment, she might attempt to slit her throat.

Uncle Ye suddenly had an idea.

"Miss Han, don’t choose a path of no return. With your relationship with the Young Master, he will surely save you," Uncle Ye said emotionally.

But upon hearing this, she was ashen-faced, completely despondent.

"Don’t lie to me. Will he really save me? He probably wishes me dead! I ruined the woman he loved the most, can he forgive me? Don’t lie to me! I loved him so much, but what about him? He never loved me, what am I to him, an object? A piece of clothing, to wear or discard at will! Why must I resemble that b*tch? I hate him, I despise him utterly—" Han Feifei raged hysterically. At this moment, she was filled with utmost hatred.

Suddenly, she quickly retreated into the room. As she was about to close the door, only a sliver was left, but an arm forcefully wedged into it.

Bang—

The bedroom door was then pushed open with great force. Han Feifei was already climbing faster onto the windowsill, which seemed the only escape route.

She violently pushed open the tempered glass window, her legs crossed, sitting on the ledge. A glance down, she saw the relentless police officer rushing up.

Suddenly, Han Feifei fiercely flung her arm forward, and the fruit knife in her hand sliced through the air towards the crowd.

This was an unexpected transition for anyone.

"Ouch!" A cry of shock broke the silence in the room.

The officer at the forefront clutched his arm tightly, blood gushing out. The fresh red with a metallic scent saturated the air’s dryness and irritation. It also stirred emotions among the American Federal Police.

"Miss Han Feifei, not only do you openly resist, but you dare attack an officer. This is a serious offense, aggravated circumstances!" The captain spoke confidently, his voice reverberating in the air, his green eyes wide with anger.

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." came bursts of insane laughter. Han Feifei’s voice was akin to hell’s wails, tinged with terror and malevolence. It churned everyone’s stomach! Listening to it left everyone unsettled! This was in broad daylight, imagine at night, it was as if encountering a vengeful ghost.

Especially, wearing a nightgown now, with disheveled long hair, a face haggard and makeup-less, lips even dried and pale. The silk nightgown and long hair occasionally floated with the outside wind, sometimes evoking a ghostly magic, truly resembling a spectral female ghost.

After pausing for a second, her eyes showed fierceness and malice, glaring ominously at everyone, sweeping her gaze over each face, seemingly engraving them in her soul, to bring them to hell.

"Remember this, all of you, every one of you drove me to this desperate path, drove me to death. I will never forgive any of you, even in death I won’t let you go, as a ghost I will haunt you, gnaw your bones, drink your blood, hahaha... haha..." Han Feifei cursed with every word, issuing a heavy curse, the hatred burning from her soul breached limits, it was stronger than a thunderstrike, seemingly the fervent oath soared skyward, echoing amidst clouds, before plunging into hell’s abyss, wildly laughing, stirring everyone’s nerves again.

Listening, everyone’s skin crawled, before anyone could speak, she suddenly stopped the terrifying laughter.

"I hate you all, I hate Qiao Junlie, I hate each of you." In a sinister voice, Han Feifei showed the last glimpse in her eyes, seemingly melancholy, longing for the world, future hopes shattered instantly, all that happened seem hilariously foolish, life really can’t withstand a blow, money, wealth, beauty, fame, status, power, greed, jealousy, love... were so unreal, so remote, how ironic, how ironic, when a person is gone, what remains...

A pitiful life, just a pile of ash to dust, extinguish those shameless vanities, living like this was too tiring, too exhausting, losing oneself to reality’s pressures, if there was another life... I’d rather be a simple ordinary person, forever keeping that purity, preventing the seeds of sin from corroding me...

Han Feifei suddenly saw a phantom light, her body tilted out the window, some disheveled strands clung to her lips, showing such weariness and desolation, as her hand let go, despite her haggard face, couldn’t hide that tender beauty, on the pale menacing face appeared a final faint sorrowful smile. Some present couldn’t help feeling sympathy and pity.

Amidst cries of shock from the crowd, that smile vanished from the windowsill, she leaped, her long hair cascading, shedding a ground of sorrow, staining redden the floor tiles of her belonged white rock layer...

The muffled sound of falling could still be heard. Falling from the twenty-eighth floor, already shattered bones. In an instant, whether fallen into hell or ascended to heaven, no one knows, her soul vanished into mist as her blood splashed...

The group of American Federal Police dashed to the windowsill, glanced down, then with a military command, they turned around, rushed out the door, headed downstairs.