Yun Shu rolled to the ground and climbed up, her hair bun undone, her hair disheveled, her face pale as death, looking extrely terrifying.
She curled her lip, smiling grimly, "Ji Yunya, it seems I’ve underestimated you. You’re ruthless, falling to your own granddaughter’s hand—it’s no loss to ."
Yun Ya gazed on, a touch of desolation tinting the depths of her heart.
Family mbers fighting to the death, an endless struggle—it truly could be called a human tragedy.
But what could be done? If she didn’t kill her, she would have been the one killed. From the mont of her birth, her fate was sealed.
The faint pity and sorrow were gradually replaced by a hazy smile, no longer discernible in her eyes.
"If you hadn’t touched Miaomiao, I might have tolerated you a bit longer, let you witness another great show. What a pity, you just had to cross the line with Miaomiao. How could I let you live in peace?"
Overco by drug withdrawal, Yun Shu moaned and writhed on the ground, her agony palpable. Her fingers clutched at her clothes, scraping back and forth, her sharp nails drawing blood on her skin. The long, bloodstained marks were horrifying.
Yun Ya watched indifferently, her heart both thrilled and ice-cold.
If she hadn’t been cautious, she would be the one lying on the ground.
So, pity, compassion—all those emotions seed so laughable. The world was just that cruel...
Cuicui and Aunt Li, hearing the noise, ran in and were stunned by the scene before them.
What’s going on?
Cuicui was the first to snap out of it, rushing to Yun Shu’s side with concern, "Madam, Madam, what’s wrong with you?"
When Yun Shu saw her, she thought of how Cuicui had ruined her plan. She raised her hand and slashed at Cuicui’s face, "It’s all you... you ruined my plan."
Cuicui stepped back, holding her face. Yun Shu’s sharp nails had gouged deep lines across it, burning with pain.
She didn’t understand what had happened, why the always dignified Madam would roll on the floor like a madwoman, looking so pained.
"Cuicui." At that mont, a gentle voice called out.
Following the sound, Cuicui saw Yun Ya sitting on the couch, her face tranquil, her eyebrows peaceful, every move exuding a heart-soothing elegance and nobility. In contrast to the frantic Yun Shu, the difference was night and day, yet inexplicably, Cuicui felt the hairs on her neck stand on end.
"Miss..."
"Why did you steal my money?" Yun Ya asked with a frown.
Cuicui was stunned, "Miss, what are you talking about? When did I steal your money?"
Yun Ya shook her head in sorrow, "Still trying to argue now? I’ve been so good to you, and you’ve truly disappointed ."
All at once, Cuicui rembered the bank card, "But, Miss, you gave that to . How could it be stealing?"
"If you needed money, you could have asked , but you absolutely shouldn’t have taken my bank card without permission. A few days ago, I received a ssage—the money was withdrawn. I’ve reported it to the police. If caught, you could face imprisonnt, Cuicui. If you admit your mistake now, I’ll withdraw the case."
In a flash of insight, Cuicui realized sothing, her eyes widening in disbelief, "You... you did this on purpose?"
Looking back at the Madam, what more was there to understand? It was all a trap, a sche engineered by Ji Yunya. Cuicui had thought her actions foolproof, but she had been silently ensnared, and even the cunning Madam had been drawn in.
Considering the young lady, a sudden fear rose in Cuicui’s heart, and she broke out in a cold sweat as she thought back on everything.
Yun Ya smiled, "The police should already be on their way. Cuicui, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but you’ve been such a disappointnt."
In desperation, Cuicui crawled toward her, "Miss, Miss, I was wrong. I beg you, spare this once. I won’t ever dare to do it again."
Yun Ya looked down at her, "Do you truly realize your mistake?"
Cuicui nodded vehently.
Yun Ya slowly curved her lips into a smile, pointing at the agonized, writhing Yun Shu, "One hundred slaps, and I will forgive you."
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