Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 487 - 232. Yu Qinglu held a dagger emitting a cold white glow and slowly approached Nan Wan.

After finding the tea leaves, Yu Qinglu returned to the kitchen to start brewing tea.She added, "Also, is there an issue with the new building the Mu Family constructed in the North Suburb today? Su Zhengyu told me about it at noon, so I was able to seize such a good opportunity."

Mrs. Mu has offended too many people; she can easily find an ally.

Mu Jin Huan rolled up the car window, restarted the car, and the speed was faster than two minutes ago.

His dark eyes were tinged with crimson, and his voice was soaked in a cold chill, "Yu Qinglu, you’d better start praying now that you can still see tomorrow’s sunrise."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinglu let out a low laugh, seemingly giving a helpless reminder, "It’s going to rain tomorrow. Didn’t you check the weather forecast?"

After putting the teacup in the living room, she turned towards the entrance, "Alright, Mu Huan, I really have to hang up now because my guest seems to be getting quite impatient."

[I’ve lived this life too hard, so Mu Huan, in the next life, I don’t want to meet you again.]

"Yu..."

Mu Jin Huan only managed to say one word before the other party hung up, and when he called back, it was turned off.

It seemed he had already held back to the extreme, his dark pupils chillingly cold, his fists clenched fiercely pounding the steering wheel, and the leg on the gas pedal had long been stiff, yet he did not relax the slightest.

If Yu Qinglu dares to do anything to Wanwan and Jiu Jiu...

If she dares...

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After opening the door, Yu Qinglu showed the most polite smile on her face, "Good evening, Mrs. Mu."

Nan Wan ran in from outside the community; even though she waited at the door for five minutes, her breathing was still heavy and irregular, her long hair messy, her forehead sweaty, and even the skin on her neck was sticky.

She gave Yu Qinglu a cold glance, pushed past her, and walked into the villa.

"On the sofa," Yu Qinglu was pushed back, her protruding shoulder blade hitting the wall with a dull thud, but she still smiled, "I bought Jiu Jiu a rattle, he seems to like it a lot."

Nan Wan saw Jiu Jiu sitting on the sofa intact, with no trace of harm, and her taut nerves relaxed a little.

Though Jiu Jiu couldn’t speak yet, he had long recognized people and crawled towards his mother instinctively when he saw her.

Nan Wan quickly walked to the sofa, threw a cushion on the floor, bent down, and picked up Jiu Jiu, kissing her son’s forehead and saying softly, "Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy should have been faster."

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Yu Qinglu rubbed her sore shoulder, then stood upright and slowly walked into the living room, appearing rather troubled, "I told you I wouldn’t hurt him, why don’t you believe me?"

Once deceived, does trust become irrecoverable?

During those five minutes of waiting, Nan Wan had been pounding on the security door with all her might, causing her hand back to become red and swollen.

Gently patting Jiu Jiu’s back to soothe him, she turned around to coldly stare at Yu Qinglu, her delicate eyes devoid of any warmth, "I once said too, if you dare direct those twisted intentions onto my son, I won’t let you off. Do you believe that?"

Ten days ago, when Yu Qinglu was at the sanatorium for psychological consultation, she was confronted by Su Lu Yao in the hallway.

After their conversation, she saw Nan Wan, who had coincidentally come to deliver materials, and subtly provoked her; the other party calmly retaliated.

Thinking back now, it seems Mrs. Mu indeed said something similar.

"You’re so right, I am indeed twisted beyond normal human nature," Yu Qinglu walked up to Nan Wan, gently smiling, "It’s you and Mu Huan I hate, not someone else, so why would I harm an innocent child?"

She bent down, took a bag from the sofa, unzipped it, and pulled out a military knife.

The blade was sharp, and as she slowly removed its sheath, the knife reflected a cold, white light.

With an innocent smile in her eyes, she said casually, "But, if you keep looking at me with such a guarded gaze, I might really have to do something to match your expectations."

When Nan Wan entered, seeing no one else in the villa besides Yu Qinglu, she had relaxed her nerves.

But now, the fear she had buried deep inside, not wanting to touch, was slowly creeping out from the corners and spreading to every part of her body rapidly.

The arms holding Jiu Jiu subconsciously tightened, her voice icy, "You’ve been acting out a one-person show from start to finish, what right do you have to resent others?"

Mr. Mu, the trouble you caused with your romances, why is the retribution falling on me and my son?