The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 198 Adversity Makes People Grow

"Traitor?" The image of Xiahou Yunjie flashed through Mu Xin's mind. His dark and mysterious eyes were like those of a venomous snake. For someone as inhuman as her, betraying her family for the sake of profit would probably be easy to catch.

"It must be Xiahou Yunjie." Mu Xin said confidently.

"Yes." The old housekeeper confirmed Mu Xin's answer. "The young master later investigated and found that Xiahou Yunjie had been working for Mingxi Che since Mingxi Che became the commander of the base. He used his status as the young master of the Xiahou family to contact the powerful people in the Xiahou family. Over the years, many people have been connected to Mingxi Che through him. The death of the old master was just a catalyst for Mingxi Che to swallow up the power of the Xiahou family more quickly."

Yan Shaohui sneered, "They are truly in cahoots with each other." Thinking about it now, the smiles of Xiahou Yunjie and Ming Xiche were exactly the same, hypocritical and indifferent.

After all, they are the same type of people, so it's not surprising that they have the same smile.

Mu Xin pursed her lips, a complex look flashing across her eyes.

Xiahou Shuo was betrayed by his family and lover at once, which was not much better than his original self.

Mu Xin looked at where they were sitting now. The light was dim, the wallpaper was half-peeled off due to years of lack of maintenance, and the chandelier was also covered with dust.

"You didn't live here before, did you?"

The old housekeeper who was cleaning up the dishes paused when he heard Mu Xin's question. "Well, we can't live here anymore. Ming Xiche had people kick us out."

Ming Xiche did more than that. It was not just as simple as kicking him out. When he kicked him and the young master out, he didn't even leave them a single piece of clothing.

If it weren't for the young master's good friend who was a major general and lent a helping hand, found them a place to live and gave the young master a car to drive, they would probably have to beg on the streets for a living.

However, the old housekeeper did not tell Mu Xin and the others about these things. Even though he knew that they were the young master's "friends", family disgrace should not be made public, and some things should be said in moderation.

Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui finished their tea, and then went to find Xiahou Shuo together.

Pushing open the old wooden door, they found the study was pitch black. In the dim room, a slender figure was leaning against the window, holding something like a photo frame in his hand, facing the window, as if missing something.

When Xiahou Shuo heard the sound, he turned around in panic and slammed the photo frame in his hand on the windowsill. His voice was hoarse with a crying tone.

"Are the two commanders of the First Base so rude? They don't even knock before entering."

Yan Shaohui shrugged, "I knocked, but you didn't hear it."

Mu Xin raised his elbow and nudged Yan Shaohui on the side of his waist, telling him not to speak.

Xiahou Shuo must be very embarrassed at this moment. Wouldn't Shaohui's words make him even more embarrassed?

Because Mu Xin always felt that Xiahou Shuo was a bit pitiful, he always protected Xiahou Shuo intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Shaohui knew all of Mu Xin's secrets, and was a little surprised to see Mu Xin suddenly show a desire to protect the person he hated so much.

But he still respected Mu Xin's idea, did not mock him anymore, took a step back and remained silent.

The embarrassment on Xiahou Shuo's face was very obvious. He was very glad that he did not turn on the light in the study, otherwise it would be very embarrassing to be seen by Mu Xin and the others.

He paused for a while before turning on the light, asking Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui to sit on the double sofa in the study, and he sat opposite them.

"I know you have a lot of questions in your mind. Just ask. I will tell you everything I know." Xiahou Shuo's face was full of calmness and peace. He was less frivolous and arrogant than before, and more mature and calm.

It is indeed adversity that makes people grow.

"What's going on with your face?"

Mu Xin looked at the scar on Xiahou Shuo's face and asked cautiously.

Xiahou Shuo stretched out his hand and touched his face. He lowered his eyes and wiped away the light that had once appeared in his eyes.

"It's a long story." Xiahou Shuo's voice became long.

Mu Xin raised his eyebrows and listened quietly to Xiahou Shuo telling his story.

Time goes back to a year ago, Xiahou Shuo and the old housekeeper were driven out of the ancestral home by Mingxi Che for a year. And this day is also the anniversary of his father's death.

Xiahou Shuo has done a lot of bad things over the years, but he still has admiration for his father.

When Ming Xiche drove them away, he didn't let them take anything with them, not even his father's ashes.

Even though Xiahou Shuo hated Ming Xiche very much, he had to get his father's urn back, so he could only run to Ming Xiche with his head lowered and beg him to return his father's ashes to him.

Ming Xiche did not refuse him, he asked Wang Jia to take Xiahou Shuo to the warehouse to find the urn. Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiahou Shuo got the urn, Wang Jia locked the warehouse, and he was locked in the empty warehouse alone, and the only exit was locked by Wang Jia.

The increasingly strong smell of gasoline around him made him realize that he had walked into a trap.

Xiahou Shuo hugged the urn tightly in his arms. The temperature around him gradually rose. Even the air was breathing fire, burning his skin and devouring his soul.

He raised a relieved smile, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and waited for his execution.

He committed many sins and killed many people.

Some deserved to die, and some were indeed innocent.

He thought his life was brilliant, but in the end, it ended in a miserable way. If he hadn't met Ming Xiche, maybe he wouldn't be like this, maybe he wouldn't have this ending.

But in this world, there is no such thing as "if". Facts are set and cannot be changed.

It's in vain even if I regret.

Xiahou Shuo was in the sea of ​​fire, holding the urn, and thinking about everything he had experienced before.

He thought that he hated Mu Xin the most, but in the end, he found that his hatred for Mu Xin was not as deep as he imagined. Instead, he hated Ming Xi Che and his cousin to the core.

But no matter how much he hated her, Xiahou Shuo knew that he would not live to take revenge. Now that he had ended up like this, it was all his own fault, and he could not blame anyone else.

If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife...

The carbon monoxide in the thick smoke caused Xiahou Shuo to fall into a coma. When he woke up again, he was awakened by the pain of burns on his face and body.

Only then did he realize that he was rescued, and the one who saved him was the person whom he had never seen but who had been silently protecting him.

Even though he had healing powers, he could only partially heal the burns on his body. He could not completely heal the wounds, not to mention those ugly burn scars.