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Shen Tong looked towards the direction of Yulan Embroidery Studio. "Everything began there, and it should end there."
"I'll head over right now!" Lin Mingchang arranged. "Shen Tong, Xiaoshuang, contact the Police Station and have them surround the old site of Yulan Embroidery Studio, but don’t act recklessly. Then return and wait for news."
"No! I want to go with you!" Shen Tong grabbed Lin Mingchang's arm, looking him straight in the eyes. "Don’t worry about my injuries; I'm fine! I can help!"
Lin Mingchang had seen that look in Shen Tong's eyes before—he knew that no matter what he said, she wouldn’t obediently go back.
Lin Mingchang and Shen Tong quietly made their way to the back of the grocery store, finding the wooden door ajar, creaking in the morning breeze.
Peering through the gap in the back door, they saw the scene inside: Chen Yuejun sat on an old bamboo chair, focused on stitching a pair of embroidered shoes, nearly finished. At her feet were two people bound, their mouths gagged with cloth—one was the grocery store owner, and the other was Lin Mingchang's cousin, Chu Lin.
Chen Yuejun's daughter stood beside Chu Lin, holding a syringe and preparing an anesthetic, while a trembling Chu Lin's eyes were filled with despair.
Lin Mingchang instinctively wanted to rush in but was held back by Shen Tong. "Calm down, Lin Mingchang. Chen Yuejun's daughter is skilled; it will be hard for us to protect both hostages at once."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Mingchang steadied himself. "I'll distract Chen Yuejun's daughter; you try to persuade Chen Yuejun not to harm anyone."
Shen Tong nodded as Lin Mingchang quietly moved to the front of the grocery store, deliberately making some noise.
Sure enough, Chen Yuejun's daughter cautiously peeked out, scissors still in hand.
"Come out," she sneered. "I know you're here."
Lin Mingchang stepped out from the shadows, gun aimed directly at Chen Yuejun's daughter. "Put down the scissors and surrender. The police have surrounded this place."
The girl remained unfazed. "I know who you are—Chu Lin's cousin, right? I've already figured it out. The blood debts owed by her family will be repaid today."
Meanwhile, Shen Tong gently pushed open the back door and entered the courtyard.
Hearing the sound, Chen Yuejun didn’t even look up; she was just a few stitches away from finishing. "Miss, this has nothing to do with you; you should leave quickly."
Shen Tong could see that beneath the layers of Yuan Qi surrounding Chen Yuejun lay deep sorrow.
"I can see your resentment and your sister’s and niece’s suffering. But do you know? The so-called blood debts will not dissolve hatred and pain; they will only harm you and your daughter, binding you forever in this cycle of vengeance."
"Do you think I still care about my own pain?" Chen Yuejun replied bitterly, her needlework continuing without pause. "Thirty years ago, those people destroyed our family; all I seek is revenge—nothing else matters."
"Not even your daughter?" Shen Tong pressed.
Chen Yuejun's hand finally stopped moving. She raised her head, her gaze meeting Shen Tong's for the first time, her pupils trembling slightly.
Outside, Lin Mingchang was locked in a struggle with Chen Yuejun's daughter; the girl wielded her scissors with precision, forcing Lin Mingchang to retreat repeatedly.
Lin Mingchang hesitated to pull the trigger—he needed a live target, and he wasn't sure he could take down the opponent with a single shot.
In the backyard, Shen Tong slowly approached Chen Yuejun. "Think about it. What kind of person is your sister, Chen Yuehua? Consider her feelings for you. Would she want you and your daughter to live the rest of your lives in hatred?"
"No, my sister... she is the kindest person in the world..." Chen Yuejun's hatred began to waver. "Thirty years, that's enough..."
Just then, her daughter was pushed back by a side kick from Lin Mingchang, crashing into the backyard.
Seeing Shen Tong trying to persuade her mother, the girl was instantly filled with rage. "Mom! Don't listen to her nonsense! We've waited too long for this day!"
She brandished a pair of scissors and charged at Shen Tong like a madwoman. Just as the scissors were about to stab Shen Tong, Lin Mingchang realized he couldn't stop it in time!
He shouted Shen Tong's name, feeling a burning pain in his gut.
However, no one expected that Chen Yuejun would suddenly lunge forward, using her body to shield her daughter.
The scissors plunged straight into Chen Yuejun's chest...
"Mom!" The girl cried out, watching the blood rapidly spread across her mother's front.
Chen Yuejun tightly grasped her daughter's hand. "Xiang Yun, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... dragged you into this thirty-year feud..."
Chen Yuejun looked at Shen Tong, her breathing growing weaker. She struggled to say, "Let me... be buried with my sister. I want to reunite with her... underground..."
Chen Yuejun took one last glance at the pair of embroidered shoes that were just one stitch away from completion before closing her eyes forever.
At that moment, Ruan Xiaoshuang finally arrived with several police officers.
And thus, the thirty-year blood feud came to an end.
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