"When will you finally make a move?"
Yu Ruohuan regained her composure from the frustration in her chest, and imdiately beca aggressive.
Gu Bichen’s expression was gloomy, "Give so more ti."
Yu Ruohuan sneered, "I think you’re just stalling, you don’t really want to do it, do you? You’ve been brushing off all along."
Gu Bichen took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "Have you ever considered my position? It’s murder we’re talking about."
"You just need to take action, I will eliminate all future problems for you, I assure you there will be no trouble."
Gu Bichen was nearly driven mad by Yu Ruohuan, feeling both disgusted and agitated inside.
Clearly, her wickedness had been abundant; there’s a saying, ’Too many fleas to feel the itch’, would Yu Ruohuan really care about adding a murder to her back? Why did she insist on forcing him to act?
This is where the woman’s maliciousness lies.
She believes she’s grasped his weak spot, taking pride in manipulating him, knowing well his feelings for Shen You’an. Her jealousy toward Shen You’an was driving her insane, so she devised this torturous plan to compel him to kill Shen You’an.
He felt like a dog at Yu Ruohuan’s rcy, stripped of dignity. The tighter Yu Ruohuan pressed, the stronger his hatred grew within, wishing desperately to strangle Yu Ruohuan, even skinning her alive wouldn’t suffice to quell his inner rage.
But he could only endure, for now was not the ti to turn against Yu Ruohuan.
The young man’s face was shrouded in shadow, obscuring his expression, except for those eyes, which shone with a chilling and evil gleam amid the darkness.
Like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, flicking its toxic tongue, lying in wait, ready to strike a fatal blow once the prey’s weakness is revealed.
Yu Ruohuan saw Gu Bichen’s silence and feared pushing him too hard might backfire. After pondering, she said, "If you don’t want to dirty your hands, there are other ways, like the dark web. As long as the price is right, there are plenty of hitn eager to do the job for you."
Gu Bichen hadn’t imagined he’d reach this point soday, his lips curving into a self-mocking smile.
When you dance with the devil, you inevitably fall into the abyss.
"I don’t quite understand, let look into it."
Yu Ruohuan was infuriated by his dismissive deanor, "You’ll be researching forever, letting Shen You’an live another day is unbearable for ."
Gu Bichen couldn’t fathom why Yu Ruohuan harbored such deep hatred for Shen You’an; it defied logic.
But this woman was ntally disturbed, defying all reasoning.
"If you don’t trust , then you should do it yourself."
Gu Bichen grew angry too; did she really think he was a mud person without a temper?
Seeing Gu Bichen’s anger, Yu Ruohuan imdiately sweet-talked him, clinging to his arm, "Alright, I’ll give you more ti. By the way, my family is hosting a full-month celebration soon, you must co, and it’d be great if you could bring your uncle and aunt too."
Gu Bichen nodded absentmindedly.
After taking Gu Bichen ho, Yu Ruohuan returned to the old Yu family residence.
Looking at the red lanterns with the symbol of happiness at the entrance, Yu Ruohuan’s face instantly turned grim.
i Qingdai was still at the maternity center, enjoying life with the child, well taken care of with abundant food and drink. The house was decorated festively for the upcoming full-month celebration, dispelling the shadow of the old lady’s passing and bringing vitality to the Yu family.
Such a big child inheriting the Yu family, what a dream.
Yu Ruohuan returned to her room with a cold face, growing more agitated the more she thought.
Shen You’an was becoming increasingly audacious, daring to mock her openly; now there’s a little brat competing for the family fortune.
Each grievance was intensely infuriating and detestable.
Yu Ruohuan opened her safe, carefully retrieving a black, elegant, and solemn iron box from within.
The iron box had a combination lock, which Yu Ruohuan unlocked, revealing a silver handgun resting inside alongside four bullets.
The firearm was exceptionally compact but exquisitely crafted, made entirely of a dull, cold-textured unique silver tal. The grip was adorned with obsidian so black it seed to absorb light, providing excellent handling, with sleek and eerie gun lines.
Yu Ruohuan gently caressed the icy gun body with her fingers, noticing the silver gun adorned with patterns resembling tendrils or entwined snakes, devoid of the usual large hamr or protruding sights, with hardly any visible chanical parts, appearing smooth yet lethal, making it easy to conceal in a purse or sleeve.
Yu Ruohuan held the handgun, aiming at a sparrow perched on the window sill.
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