novelraw Chapter 490 - 233.
Chapter 490 - 233.
In an instant, the two fell to the floor together.Yu Qinglu’s sudden movement caught Nan Wan off guard. Her entire attention had been focused on Jiu Jiu, and the sense of weightlessness from being dragged to the floor made her head buzz, causing her to involuntarily let out a low groan.
"Tss..."
The pain from her knee hitting the coffee table brought her muddled nerves back.
The moment she opened her eyes, she suddenly realized the metal handle was in her hand, and the tip of the dagger had already plunged into Yu Qinglu’s body!
It was right at the heart.
The blood seeping out stained Yu Qinglu’s white dress, and the red color continued to spread around.
Nan Wan’s face turned pale as she tried to get up but couldn’t muster the strength; her barely held-together rationality collapsed.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, almost screaming, "Yu... Yu Qinglu, are you crazy?"
How did it come to this...
"I told you... I wouldn’t hurt you or the child... Why are you so afraid... of that?" Yu Qinglu chuckled softly, gripping Nan Wan tightly and pressing her hand holding the dagger down slowly.
The deeper the blade sank, the faster the blood flowed from the wound. A large part of the white dress was stained red, and even Nan Wan’s clothes were covered in bloodstains.
The faint aroma of tea in the air was replaced by the smell of blood.
Yu Qinglu held Nan Wan’s hand firmly; every struggle pushed the dagger deeper. "Don’t move anymore, you’ll die, don’t you know that!"
She deeply despised this woman for repeatedly destroying her most cherished home and even kidnapping Jiu Jiu. Even if the final outcome was imprisonment, it was a deserved punishment.
However, she had never thought of wanting her dead.
"Do you hear... the sound of police cars?" Yu Qinglu continued to smile at Nan Wan. She could almost clearly feel the ’hiss’ sound when the blade cut through flesh, and feeling the pain gave her a hint of joy.
Yes, joy.
Compared to living like a gray walking corpse, Yu Qinglu felt that in this moment of near death, she was more like a person, a person who could feel pain.
Even though her face was growing paler, her smile was the most beautiful since she became ill, her voice breaking intermittently, "Do you know... why there... are police sirens... because before you came, I already... called the police..."
If it weren’t for that woman Su Lu Yao clinging to her like a mad dog, tormenting her to the point she almost wanted to jump from the hospital’s rooftop, she might have... waited a bit longer.
After all, Mu Huan hadn’t seen her in this state yet.
In her thirties, yet she lived like she was forty—how hideous.
Jiu Jiu’s crying filled the living room. Nan Wan didn’t understand how Yu Qinglu heard the police sirens; at first, she thought it was a hallucination on the verge of death.
But after Yu Qinglu finished those fragmented words, she suddenly understood.
Beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, gathering at her jaw, face pale, voice hoarse, "So, this is what you’ve been planning in silence for a year?"
No wonder she kept emphasizing she wouldn’t harm anyone.
Because she came with a will to die.
Yu Qinglu’s gaze began to lose focus, her voice barely audible, "I...I’m already... tired of this world, but also feel... if I just quietly die... it wouldn’t be worth it."
She seemed to see Ah Zhao; is she about to die...
But why did Ah Zhao look at her with such disappointment and disdain, as if she had done something unforgivable?
Ah Zhao, I’m here to apologize to you.
Jiu Jiu cried until her voice was hoarse, and as the room quieted down, Nan Wan seemed to actually hear the sirens.
The two cups of tea were identical, both had drunk, her symptoms gradually improving, while the drug in Yu Qinglu’s body just started taking effect.
Yu Qinglu was ’pushed’ to the floor by her, the hilt in her hand, the blade in Yu Qinglu’s body, at the heart, blood gushing out, Yu Qinglu would soon be ’killed’ by her.
Initial panic and fear vanished at this moment, struggling was futile.
A barren smile slowly formed in her eyes, she asked slowly, "Hating me so much, dragging me to die with you, aren’t you afraid that even in hell, there won’t be peace?"