Chapter 1707 - The Same Birthmark (Part Four)

Ye Cong looked down at the ripples that were blown by the wind in his cup. “That period of time is very important to me.”

There was no arrogance, no coldness; as if he was merely recounting the past.

Ye Yuwei tightened her grip on the cup and lowered her eyes.

“Sorry,” Ye Yuwei suddenly said.

Ye Cong laughed and did not comment on Ye Yuwei’s apology.

“Other than Cheng Jie, the mastermind behind the arson, there was another person. He was the one who set the fire.” As Ye Cong spoke, he suddenly slammed the table. The cup on the table splashed with water due to the sudden vibration.

Ye Yuwei raised her head in a flash and looked at Ye Cong in disbelief. After her shock, she was hit by an epiphany.

Did this man not promise not to probe her anymore?

He switched to trapping her, did he not?

“Ye Cong.” Ye Yuwei gritted her teeth and growled. “What’s the point of trying to trapping me like this?”

Ye Cong did not look guilty. “I found out that Mo Fei’s bones are as hard as her mouth.”

Therefore, he could only make Ye Yuwei find out the answer.

“She prefers the soft approach to the hard approach,” Ye Cong added with a hint of helplessness.

Ye Yuwei was furious, but she suppressed it. “Ye Cong—”

“I found out that Mo Fei’s foster father, Mo Tian, was the one who started the fire back then. Mo Fei’s the only one who knows where Mo Tian is now. Cheng Jie’s already dead, and I’ll definitely not let Mo Tian get away with it,” Ye Cong said as he looked at Ye Yuwei, whose breathing came in huffs due to her anger. “I didn’t want to tell you this at first, but that woman, Mo Fei, is too stubborn.”

“You almost killed her,” Ye Yuwei growled.

“I just wanted to let her know that if I wanted to kill her, I could do it anytime, but I underestimated this woman. She still refused to tell me his whereabouts.”

Furthermore, the moment he saw Mo Fei again, there was not a single lick of fear in her. That was something beyond Ye Cong’s expectation.

Ye Yuwei sneered. “Do you think an assassin is afraid of death and pain?”

Ye Cong understood that this was the truth, so he could only let Ye Yuwei talk to Mo Fei about it.

“Even if you find Mo Tian, you will still kill Mo Fei, right?” This man was too sinister. Ye Yuwei must clarify that with him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The slightly tilted cup in Ye Cong’s hand fell onto the table with a thud. Ye Yuwei’s body trembled involuntarily. “Lil Yu’er, so many children in the orphanage died, so don’t talk to me about being innocent. Those children were innocent too, but what happened to them in the end?”

Ye Yuwei’s heart turned cold. She did not know if it was because of the cold environment or Ye Cong’s words.

“Lil Yu’er, now’s the time for you to take revenge. Have you forgotten how much the Matron loved you? Have you forgotten those children? No, this is not revenge. This is the time for you to atone for your sins.” Ye Cong stood up and placed his hands on the table. He moved closer to Ye Yuwei and whispered into her ear, “It’s your atonement.”

Hearing this sentence, Ye Yuwei’s face lost all traces of blood.

Ye Cong turned to leave. He did not bring along the cold wind as he left because she could already feel the bone-piercing chill penetrating her body.

Atonement.

It was time for her to atone for her sins.

“Weiwei—” When Bai Ying came out of the temple hall, she saw Ye Yuwei sitting at the table in a daze. Thus, she waved a hand and called out to Ye Yuwei.