novelraw Chapter 486: Yu Qinglu held a dagger emitting a cold white light and slowly approached Nan Wan.
Chapter 486: Yu Qinglu held a dagger emitting a cold white light and slowly approached Nan Wan.
This bracelet was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Mu Huan, and in over thirty years, it was the only birthday gift he ever gave her.Although, it was promised under pressure from her.
Compared to the major brands now, its style is very outdated. She’s worn it for over a decade, and it’s long since lost its luster.
"You helped me bury my parents, pay off my debts, reclaim the old house, and even when you knew I was deceiving you, you still got me a doctor," she paused for a few seconds, "but you can do all this, why can’t you like me a little?"
Such a simple thing, why can’t he do that?
Even just for a day would be enough.
Mu Jin Huan’s expression grew icy, and he coldly countered, "Should I respond to every woman who likes me?"
"But, I clearly met you first, many years before Nan Wan," Yu Qinglu said, and warm liquid flowed from her hollow eyes, "then why, even without Ji Wanxia, you still don’t see me?"
There was a time when the daughters of An City’s high society whispered that Yu Qinglu openly and secretly imitated the Ji Family’s precious gem, from fashion style to demeanor, hairstyle to makeup. Whatever the other liked, she would mimic.
But regardless of the mocking and contempt, she remained unfazed, dressing as she pleased, seemingly unaffected by the harsh words.
Over time, people came to think they might have wrongly accused Yu Qinglu, maybe it was just a coincidence that they shared the same taste, after all, the Yu Family wasn’t some lower class household.
Yet, no one knew how much of a... inferiority complex Yu Qinglu harbored inside.
A sudden knock on the door sounded.
Yu Qinglu’s unfocused gaze abruptly sharpened, a faint, ephemeral smile curving her lips.
Could it be Mrs. Mu had arrived?
Slightly earlier than she had predicted.
She didn’t go to open the door; instead, she leisurely turned off the faucet and plugged in the electric kettle.
The continuous doorbell, mixed with the banging ’bang bang’ of the knock, was piercing enough to transmit to the other end of the call.
"When it comes to feelings, you can’t force it," Mu Jin Huan gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his veins almost seemed to break free from his skin, "whether or not I have feelings for you has nothing to do with when I met my wife."
Yu Qinglu found a cloth, wiped the water stains on the counter, and then slowly walked toward the living room.
The man continued reasoning with her, though his tone had softened somewhat.
"Mu Huan, are you just stalling?" Yu Qinglu chuckled softly. "But Mrs. Mu is already here, so I’m going to open the door. Shall we hang up first?"
Sitting on the sofa, Jiu Jiu didn’t crawl around but was instead captivated by the loud knocking, tilting his head towards the door.
"Yu Qinglu, I warn you," Mu Jin Huan gripped the steering wheel firmly, his eyes brimming with an intense dark aura, seemingly a tidal wave capable of engulfing everything, "if you dare hurt Wanwan and Jiu Jiu, I will make you wish for death!"
Yu Qinglu’s steps halted.
Wishing for death, just like Zhao Ying? She knew too well Zhao Ying’s fate.
But, Mu Huan, before your arrival, I should have already died...
Slowly walking to the sofa, worried that the child might fall off, she gently moved Jiu Jiu further in and placed a cushion in front of him.
Quietly reassuring the now furious man on the other end of the phone, "Don’t worry, your wife and son won’t lose a single hair."
Mu Jin Huan’s sharp brows were furrowed tightly, and his restrained, hoarse voice was almost squeezed from his throat, "What are you planning to do?"
"I want to tell you something," the knocking grew more urgent, but Yu Qinglu showed no intention of opening the door, "for instance, the car Ah Zhao drove at the time—I tampered with it, thinking only he’d go to the riverside, never expecting you’d be in the car too."
So, she got in the car as well, thinking if he died, she’d accompany him.
The loud screech of brakes resounded in her ears, likely from wheels grinding against the ground.
He seemed to have the car window down, and Yu Qinglu could hear a driver’s angry curses.
She picked up a teacup from the coffee table, then went to the shelf for tea leaves. It had been so long since she’d been back; many things she forgot where she’d kept them.
"Zhao Ying could hide around your house, seize the chance to kidnap Mrs. Mu, and almost kill your child—I also lent a small helping hand."