novelraw Chapter 489 - 233. ’Mrs. Mu, you are suspected of attempting to harm someone’s life. Please come with us.
Chapter 489 - 233. ’Mrs. Mu, you are suspected of attempting to harm someone’s life. Please come with us.
Jiu Jiu seemed to have sensed something, or perhaps he was frightened by the sight of his mother lying immobilized on the sofa, and suddenly burst into tears.He anxiously pushed against the heavy cushion blocking him, but his strength was too small; he couldn’t move the cushion that was even taller than him. The small child was trapped on the opposite sofa, unable to move, drenched in sweat.
The loud cry echoed in the spacious living room.
To Nan Wan’s ears, it felt like thousands of sharp needles simultaneously stabbing her heart, a pain so intense it nearly suffocated her.
Yu Qinglu seemed deaf to everything, leaning over to approach the limp and powerless Nan Wan on the sofa, gently smiling as she asked, "Are you very scared?"
This seemed to be the most intensely Jiu Jiu had cried since birth, his cheeks flushed red, tears rolling down one after another, struggling endlessly for his mother’s embrace.
Nan Wan forced herself to look away, the intense fear beginning to spread from her heart, yet her exterior betrayed nothing, her lips slightly parted, "...It’s okay."
Mu Huan, you once said, as long as I silently recited your name in my heart, you could hear it.
So now, are you listening?
"Hmm, that’s right, since anyway..." Yu Qinglu brushed aside Nan Wan’s hair stuck to her neck with her fingers, her smile illusionary and mysterious, "since the knife isn’t stuck in you."
As she spoke, Yu Qinglu slightly leaned over, helping the fallen Nan Wan up from the sofa, letting her lean back.
Maybe because Yu Qinglu was so thin, her arm strength was weak, or perhaps because Nan Wan was almost paralyzed, this simple action surprisingly took Yu Qinglu nearly two minutes.
Nan Wan looked at Yu Qinglu, despite the fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead, Yu Qinglu’s delicate features were as cold as if they’d been immersed in an icy lake.
Her fingers closed tightly, broken nails scraping over the leather of the sofa, leaving marks.
Staring hard at Yu Qinglu, her breathing grew heavier, "What exactly do you want to do?"
If you listened carefully, you’d find her voice quavering slightly.
Yu Qinglu rummaged through her bag while finding time to wink at Nan Wan, "Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough."
A few seconds later, she found the pre-prepared wet wipes in her bag, tore open the plastic package, sat on the sofa, and meticulously wiped the dagger from tip to handle.
Jiu Jiu’s crying reverberated in the living room, mixed with gasping coughs, but Yu Qinglu seemed unconcerned, her gaze extremely focused as if cradling her most treasured possession.
She lowered her head slightly, no longer smiling, her voice desolate and lonely, "Do you know? I have nightmares every day."
It wasn’t addressed to anyone, just muttered to herself.
"The dreams are full of blood, almost suffocating me," a transparent liquid dripped onto the dagger, glossing it with a sheen, "I so wanted Mu Huan to come see me, but I waited for him a year, and he never came, not even a phone call."
The tea she drank also contained an equal measure of powder, and although she only took a few sips, when the drug took effect, her movements would become slower and slower.
"A long, long time ago, when he was still at the Qingcheng Mu Family, I was his only female friend, and I thought I was different to him."
The drug worked quickly, but it wouldn’t last long; Nan Wan’s legs were starting to regain sensation.
Obviously, Yu Qinglu, murmuring to herself, required no response from Nan Wan, and Nan Wan wouldn’t be foolish enough to provoke her at this moment.
As sanity gradually returned, Nan Wan bit her lip lightly, covertly casting a glance at the continually weeping Jiu Jiu across the room, her heart aching unbearably.
Of course, her son couldn’t understand the look in her eyes or read her lip movements; she could only silently pray for a faster recovery.
Yu Qinglu wiped the dagger repeatedly until she believed the fingerprints were erased, then wrapped the wet wipe around the blade tip and stuffed the metal handle into Nan Wan’s hand.
"I have imagined countless times, having a shared home with Mu Huan, and having a child much like him, hearing him say he loves me every day, then happily growing old together."
She spoke as she got up from the sofa.
Then, tightly gripping Nan Wan’s hand, she pulled Nan Wan’s body towards her with all her might.