A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1385 - 272: Neither Able to Live nor Die (Part 3)

Yun Ya held her hand: "Aunt Zhuang, how can I let you bear it alone?"

Zhuang Xiyue smiled and touched her face: "Aunt Zhuang has lived this long, what can’t I get over? Moreover, won’t you all plead for me when the time comes? Especially you, your Uncle Yan likes you the most. Will he dare to get angry with me when you speak up?"

Yun Ya giggled and hugged Zhuang Xiyue’s arm, laughing: "Aunt Zhuang, don’t worry. If I can’t save you then, I’ll always be with you. I’ll threaten Uncle Yan that I won’t marry Brother Yan, let’s see if he agrees."

Yan Song glared at her fiercely: "You dare."

Yun Ya stuck out her tongue: "I was joking, and you took it seriously."

With Yun Ya’s jesting, the gloom shrouding their minds gradually dissipated. Zhuang Xiyue smiled and patted the back of her hand: "Alright, quickly eat now. These matters can’t be rushed."

After Zhuang Xiyue left, Yun Ya said: "Pei Ying is too cautious; I’m afraid she won’t easily reveal her flaws. What should we do next?"

Yan Song smirked: "Then let’s make her show her tail."

Yun Ya raised her eyebrows slightly, exchanged glances, and shared a knowing smile.

At night, Yan Song took Yun Ya out, passing through Plum Forest. At the end was a small door, concealed by bushes, usually unnoticed. Yan Song brushed aside the foliage and guided Yun Ya through, opening the creaky wooden door, revealing a small courtyard.

Yun Ya didn’t know there was such a place beyond Plum Forest, like a utopian hideaway, isolated from the world.

The house was a modern flat. Inside, it resembled a study; one could watch bamboo from the window. A curtain separated a small bedroom for temporary use. Yan Song moved the inkstone on the desk, and the bookshelf automatically parted from both sides, revealing a dark hole.

Yan Song turned to look at her: "Are you scared?"

Yun Ya puffed up her chest, "What’s there to be afraid of? I’ve seen scarier things than this, what should I be afraid of?"

Yan Song smirked, holding her hand as they walked inside.

This was an underground secret chamber, cold and damp. Descending deep stairs revealed a closed room of over twenty square meters. Various instruments of torture were set on either side, appearing eerie under dim light. Someone hung from the central rack, head drooping to the chest, clothes in disarray, looking wretched.

It was Lu Yuke.

Yan Song released Yun Ya’s hand, walked over and splashed a basin of cold water. Lu Yuke gasped awake, seeing the two standing in front, suddenly smiled: "You better kill me now, or I’ll make sure you never die a good death."

Yan Song picked up a whip and struck her hard, the "pah-pah" sound of the whip on skin was stark and terrifying. Lu Yuke initially endured, but soon, cries of pain escaped her lips.

Yun Ya walked to the chair with composure, sat down and said indifferently: "Lu Xiane, actually I quite admire you, from a literate rural girl to where you are now, your life is quite inspiring."

The tone was full of sarcasm.

Lu Yuke gritted her teeth, her body covered in wounds, clothes tattered to strips. She glared at Yun Ya with a sinister smile: "Little girl, you’re very pretty and smart, exactly like Mu Ziling back then. But what happened? Didn’t she end up dying at the hands of a clueless rural girl like me? That’s fate. You’re just like her, doomed to a bad death too, hahaha..."

Yan Song’s eyes darkened, the whip dipped in salt water, striking down more viciously: "Lu Xiane, shut your filthy mouth."

The whip stung extra with salt water, and Lu Yuke screamed, the underground chamber growing more eerily terrifying.

Yun Ya sighed: "Not knowing you’ve been used as a gun, I’m truly pitiful for you."

Lu Yuke glanced at her: "What do you mean?"

Yun Ya smiled and shook her head: "With your skills back then, do you think you could have wiped the slate clean so easily? Wasn’t someone behind nudging you on? Pathetic you, being used as a gun without realizing it, and you don’t even know you’re pathetic?"

Lu Yuke had suspected as much, but her pride kept her from admitting it. Now that Yun Ya pointed it out, she shook her head fiercely: "I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Yun Ya stood, step by step approaching her, smiled: "Grandpa was so exceptional, many women admired him, what are you? You don’t even deserve to be mentioned alongside Grandma. Rest assured, we’ll keep you alive. I have a hundred ways to make you wish for both life and death."

The girl’s smile was so gentle, yet her eyes were darker than the cold, damp underground chamber. Lu Yuke felt a sudden unease, "You... what are you going to do?"

Yun Ya chuckled softly: "Although you’ve done all evil, you’re a fairly competent mother. But having a mother like you is Uncle’s greatest sorrow. If he learns of what you’ve done, he’d wish to pay back in blood, thinking his mother was so kind...."

As Yun Ya’s words fell, Lu Yuke’s eyes widened in terror, "No...."

Yun Ya could always pinpoint a person’s weakness accurately, and within Lu Yuke’s humanity remained a final portion of maternal love, which was her Achilles’ heel.

"Although Uncle doesn’t have long, I don’t wish to so cruelly shatter a man’s dream. But people should be awake, so next life, be careful where you end up, don’t reincarnate from your womb."

Lu Yuke suddenly became ferocious, her hands bound, she could only struggle meaninglessly, her gaze like a ghost fixated on Yun Ya, with a ruthlessness seemingly wanting to devour her.

"If you dare to touch a hair on him, I’ll make sure you all accompany him in death."

Yun Ya squinted slightly, suddenly said: "Then you tell me, what’s your plan?"

"I...." Lu Yuke suddenly paused, Yun Ya chuckled: "Good, you forced me."

"Wait a moment."