novelaction Chapter 1433 Yunrui's Sincere Inscription: Overlapping Images
Chapter 1433 Yunrui's Sincere Inscription: Overlapping Images
In the deathly silence, Qi Ruixiang and Yan Wanqing, as if they had agreed beforehand, simultaneously took steps and slowly approached the hospital bed.
Their movements were slow, even graceful and composed, each step perfectly timed to the beat of Yan Taifeng's heart.
As the two approached, the shadows on the ground gradually converged and overlapped, eventually enveloping Yan Taifeng on the hospital bed in a thick darkness, leaving not a single ray of light.
Disbelief filled Yan Taifeng's pupils. He stared at the two faces that were gradually enlarging, at the darkness that was swallowing him up. His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.
He wanted to escape, to break free from this suffocating oppression, but his wrists and ankles were bound tightly, rendering him completely immobile. He could only writhe in vain, letting out desperate "hoarse" sounds from his throat, like a dying beast making its final struggle...
Fear overwhelmed him instantly like a tidal wave. Scenes he had deliberately forgotten and people he had hurt flashed wildly through his mind.
He looked into Qi Ruixiang's eyes, which were exactly the same as Qi Zhifang's, and then into Yan Wanqing's face, which was burning with the flames of revenge. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his chest tightened. He only managed to let out a short cry of surprise before everything went black and he fainted completely from fright.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Taifeng slowly opened his eyes amidst the biting cold.
His eyes were met with a stark white ceiling, devoid of any decoration, eerily clean. He moved his fingers and found that the restraints on his body had been removed, but when he tried to sit up, he found himself lying on a cold iron bed in the center of the room, surrounded by emptiness, without even a chair or a table.
It was an extremely empty room with monotonous light gray walls and a smooth cement floor. There were no doors or windows in sight, nor any exit, as if it were a prison isolated from the world.
A faint musty smell permeated the air, mixed with a subtle chill. There was nothing particularly unusual about it, yet it exuded an eeriness that penetrated to the bone.
Silence, absolute silence, so quiet that even the sound of one's own breathing and heartbeat is terrifyingly clear. This silent oppression is more devastating than being confined to a hospital bed.
Yan Taifeng struggled to get up from the iron bed, staggered to the edge of the room, and groped around on the wall with his hands, trying to find any trace of the door or window, but the wall was smooth and cold, without any bumps or gaps.
He walked briskly along the base of the wall again, taking a full ten minutes to walk through the room—it was larger than he had imagined, yet unsettlingly empty. The sound of each step on the concrete floor echoed repeatedly in the vast space, as if mocking his futile efforts.
Fear, like a vine, slowly spread from the soles of his feet to his heart, tightly binding him, making him feel cold all over, and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
He didn't know where he was, or what Yan Wanqing and Qi Ruixiang wanted to do to him. This fear of the unknown gradually eroded his psychological defenses.
Just as his fear reached its peak, and he was about to break down and scream, a soft yet endlessly sorrowful female voice suddenly rang out in the room, ethereal as if it came from a very far place: "Taifeng, are you really going to do this to me? Are all our years of relationship so worthless?"
It was Qi Zhifang's voice! Yan Taifeng's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had been frozen in place, his eyes wide and his face filled with shock.
The voice was so familiar, so familiar, that he thought he was hallucinating. He turned his head sharply, looking around, but the room remained empty; he couldn't see anyone. "Who? Who's speaking?!" he screamed, his voice hoarse and distorted with fear.
There was no response, and the room returned to absolute silence. Yan Taifeng gasped for breath, cold sweat streaming down his face, soaking his hospital gown. He thought it was just his imagination, a delusion caused by excessive fear, but just as he calmed down a little, another female voice, tinged with coldness and despair, slowly rang out in the room: "Yan Taifeng, what do you take Wanqing and me for?"
You enjoy all the success and glory outside, but have you ever thought about the life my daughter and I are living in the shadows?
It was his first wife! Yan Taifeng felt as if his heart had been struck hard, and he was in excruciating pain.
This time, he heard it clearly; it wasn't a hallucination! Two voices, belonging to the two women he most wanted to get rid of in his life, were now simultaneously in this eerie room. He ran and roared frantically around the room like a wild beast out of control: "Come out! Come out here! Stop playing tricks!"
But in response, two women's voices gradually became clearer. First, Qi Zhifang's voice rang out again, filled with endless grievances and pain: "I never asked for anything, I just wanted you to treat me well, to treat our child well, but what did you do? For your own future, you actually treated me so cruelly!"
Immediately following, the voice of the first wife came, filled with intense hatred: "You ruined my life, you ruined Wanqing's childhood, do you think you can live a peaceful life forever? You're dreaming!"
The two voices progressed in layers, gradually transforming from separate narrations into intertwined accusations. Qi Zhifang's lament and the first wife's anger echoed repeatedly in the empty room, like countless needles piercing Yan Taifeng's heart.
In the end, the two female voices completely erupted, turning into a shouting match from a distance. Their accusations, blames, and resentments were mixed together, forming a powerful wave of sound that crashed down on Yan Taifeng.
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't seduced Taifeng, we wouldn't be in this mess now!"
"How dare you talk to me like that? If you weren't clinging to the position of Mrs. Yan, Taifeng would have no reason not to acknowledge me and the child!"
"He doesn't love you at all! He only loves your family background!"
"He never loved you! You were just a tool for him to vent his frustrations!"
These were the complaints and accusations the two women had made to him in private years ago—the very words he least wanted to hear. Now, these voices were amplified, swirling repeatedly in the room, each word like a hammer blow, slamming into his psychological defenses.
Yan Taifeng crouched on the ground, clutching his head, and screamed wildly, "Shut up! All of you shut up!" But his voice sounded so small and powerless amidst the intertwining of the two female voices.
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room outside the room, Qi Ruixiang and Yan Wanqing stood side by side in front of the monitor, quietly watching Yan Taifeng's breakdown on the screen.
The light from the monitor screen shone on their faces, half bright and half dim, obscuring their expressions. Yan Wanqing's fingers rested lightly on the control panel, on which sat a small player. The two female voices she had just heard were from a recording she had found years ago, which she had then processed and played back.
On the screen, Yan Taifeng huddled on the cold cement floor like a helpless child, tears and snot mingling together, looking utterly pathetic; outside the monitoring room, Yan Wanqing and Qi Ruixiang stood tall, their eyes cold, like two indifferent judges.