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She had specially asked Xin'er to prepare food and drinks, inviting Jiang Haotian to celebrate with her, deliberately avoiding any mention of the past.
When he was slightly tipsy, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her voice filled with guilt and regret as she said, "Haotian, I've been thinking these past few days and realized I've been so willful. Isn't it every woman's wish to find a husband who loves her? Yet here I am, with someone like you by my side, and I fail to cherish it."
Jiang Haotian was both surprised and delighted by her change. He continued to drink the wine she poured for him, unguardedly pulling her into his embrace. "Let's not talk about the past anymore. Even if you were pouring me poison today, I would still savor it."
As soon as he finished speaking, his kiss descended upon her lips, carrying a faint scent of alcohol as it lingered softly. Wandie smiled slyly, tightening her arms around his neck and deepening the passionate kiss.
Jiang Haotian was taken aback by her initiative and boldness but felt a surge of joy in his heart.
He stood up, lifting her effortlessly in his arms as he walked slowly toward the bed.
"Wandie, Wandie..." He called her name over and over, eagerly trying to unfasten her clothes.
Wandie looked calmly into his heated eyes while secretly chuckling to herself.
Taking advantage of his distraction, her hand stealthily slipped beneath the pillow to feel for something. Then, with a fierce determination, she whispered in his ear, "Jiang Haotian, it's time for you to pay for what you've done."
"You—" Jiang Haotian's hand froze instantly, and the expression on his face grew cold.
At that moment, Wandie held a bloody dagger pressed against his chest.
"Wandie, do you really hate me this much?" He pressed hard on his bleeding chest, his eyes devoid of hatred but filled with deep disappointment and unwillingness.
"Get me paper and a pen!" Taking advantage of his consciousness still lingering, he shouted loudly, his face contorted in pain.
Wandie jumped at his shout; the dagger slipped from her hand with a clatter as she hurriedly scrambled to fetch paper and pen.
Watching him tremble as he wrote the words "will," Wandie exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing?"
"If it weren't for this, you might spend the rest of your life in prison."
A faint smile appeared on his pale face as he reached out to touch her cheek, but unexpectedly, he collapsed into her arms.
"Jiang Haotian!"
Wandie was completely panicked; at that moment, she found herself terrified of him dying.
After struggling internally for a moment, she finally shouted towards the outside, "Someone! Quickly call for a doctor!"
Wandie couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if Jiang Haotian really died.
Fortunately, he was still alive, and she felt a strange sense of relief because of it.
In the past two days, although Jiang Haotian's condition had gradually stabilized, he remained in a deep coma.
The doctor said that although the wound hadn't injured any vital organs, it had severely depleted his vitality.
It might take him a year and a half to wake up, or perhaps he would never awaken again in this lifetime.
Wandie stared blankly at his sleeping face, feeling a subtle stirring in a corner of her heart.
She suddenly recalled what he had once said: "Wandie, isn't it good to love me?"
Such a proud man had probably never asked anyone for anything in his life! Yet even in death, he still cared about her safety.
Thinking this way, the resentment in her heart unexpectedly faded a little.
Her slender, icy fingers gently brushed over his thick brows, which were usually furrowed in anger but now seemed to have shed their defenses, relaxing into a calm expression.
At that moment, he lay motionless on the bed, his previous hostility faded away, his serene and peaceful demeanor resembling that of an untroubled infant.
When Xin'er walked in, she happened to witness this scene, and her previously gloomy face grew even colder.
She turned her head away and said softly, "Miss, A Ji is outside. He says he has something to discuss with you."
Wandie slightly withdrew her hand in embarrassment and walked to the door, just in time to see A Ji kneeling on the ground.
He said, "Young Mistress, I killed Bao Sinian. On that day, I invited him to meet at the dilapidated temple west of the city. A Ji owes a debt of gratitude to the Young Master and could only repay it by removing this heartache for him. This matter has nothing to do with the Young Master."
Upon hearing the truth, Wandie staggered back a few steps as if awakening from a dream.
Before she could react, the police rushed in and took A Ji away.
It turned out that love and hate were merely a sharp sword hidden amidst the chaos of life.
When the smoke cleared, it pierced directly into her heart.
The man she loved died for her, while the man who loved her was hurt by her own hands.
She considered herself kind-hearted, yet in the grand scheme of things, she had become the most cold-blooded executioner, a fact that Wandie could not forgive herself for.
In these past few days, she had kept vigil by Jiang Haotian's side day and night, always clutching a packet of poison in her hand.
She felt as though her heart was tormented by guilt every day; she thought it would be better to end it all.
On that day, the doctor came to check on Jiang Haotian's condition.
To her surprise, the doctor remained tight-lipped, ultimately shaking his head in resignation and saying, "I'm afraid he cannot escape death."
At that moment, Wandie felt utterly despondent. She staggered back to her room and poured the packet of poison into her tea, feeling a sense of clarity wash over her.
This packet of poison had been with her since she entered the bridal sedan chair.
If it weren't for Jiang Haotian constantly using Bao Sinian's safety to threaten her, she would have likely died in that wedding carriage long ago.
Wandie wrote her farewell letter and was just about to drink the poisoned tea when Xin'er suddenly burst through the door.
The young woman's delicate face was no longer submissive; instead, she glared at Wandie with gritted teeth. "Tang Wandie, you heartless woman." With that, she slapped Wandie unexpectedly.
"Xin'er, what are you doing?" Wandie exclaimed in surprise, covering her burning cheek. She believed she had never mistreated Xin'er; why was there such fury directed at her now?
"Tang Wandie, are you really so much better off than me? What do I lack compared to you? Why does the young master devote himself to you while he barely spares me a glance? It's a pity; you are far more pitiful than I am.
That day, I deliberately encouraged you to elope with Bao Sinian, but he intentionally revealed your whereabouts to the young master just to exchange for the secret recipe of You Lan Wine. I heard him ask the young master for that recipe myself. I made you believe that the young master killed Bao Sinian just to make you hate him more.
Tang Wandie, Bao Sinian never loved you even for a day, yet you foolishly tried to take your own life for him. Meanwhile, you have hurt the young master who truly loved you. You are so naïve!"
Xin'er's smile grew increasingly derisive as she reveled in revealing everything to Wandie before her death, ensuring she would die with regret.
So it was all like this.
But why didn't Jiang Haotian expose Bao Sinian's true nature? Perhaps he was afraid it would hurt her feelings!
This man would rather endure grievances and misunderstandings than let her suffer even the slightest harm. Yet, she was the one who pushed him into hell.
Thinking of this, Wandie's heart filled with guilt and sorrow.
At this moment, Wandie suddenly realized that, she did not know when it had happened, but this man had quietly occupied her heart, giving her so much love and so many touching moments. When she thought of him now, it was no longer resentment but pure joy.
“Haotian, Haotian…” Wandie suddenly wanted to tell him that she was wrong, that she actually liked him.
So, she put down the poisoned tea and rushed towards the door. However, Xin'er stepped forward and blocked her way.
“Do you still want to see him? Tang Wandie, you no longer have that right!” Xin'er was a servant and naturally stronger than Wandie.
Moreover, after days of worrying about Jiang Haotian's illness, Wandie's body had grown weak. With just a gentle push from Xin'er, she fell easily to the ground.
“Tang Wandie, today I will take revenge for my young master. Let’s see how you can meet him now.” Xin'er pinched Wandie's mouth shut with one hand and poured the poisoned tea from the cup into her mouth with the other.
Seeing blood trickle from her lips, Xin'er left in satisfaction.
At this moment, the poison gradually seeped into Wandie's organs, and her expression became increasingly pained. Yet she refused to give up, desperately crawling towards the outside; all she wanted was to see him one last time before she died!
But her strength waned until she could move no more.
However, a man's face suddenly appeared clearly before her eyes.
Dressed in a dark blue robe and wearing a black silk top hat, he was handsome and imposing.
It was not Bao Sinian; it was Jiang Haotian.
In this lifetime, he loved her with great difficulty, and in the next, let her bear that pain alone.
By then, she would surely not miss him again.
A year later, in late autumn, at Jing'an Temple.
As the sun set, a Little Monk was sweeping leaves beside the Wishing Tree in the temple.
Suddenly, with a "thud," a Treasure Certificate fell from the tree.
The Little Monk walked over to pick it up. Just as he was about to throw it back onto the tree for the pilgrim, he noticed a familiar line of small characters on the certificate: "May the Buddha bless my husband Haotian with a swift recovery."
It was signed: Tang Wandie.
As the cool autumn breeze blew, tears slipped from the Little Monk's eyes. The date on it coincided with the days when Jiang Haotian lay in a coma.
Now, Jiang Haotian was no longer the wealthy young master of Tongcheng who commanded respect; he was just an ordinary monk at Jing'an Temple.
He thought she had never loved him; he believed she would rather die than be his woman.
It turned out that love had come too late; she never expected that he would not wait for her either!
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