Yao Huia burst into hysterical laughter.
Gu Bichen asked coldly, "Who is that woman, and where does she live?"
"Do you think I would tell you? Dream on. Release my son unhard, then we can negotiate."
Gu Bichen walked to the bar, picked up a glass, and then, in front of Yao Huia, took a bottle out of his jacket pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured so white powder into the glass. After that, he took a water bottle and filled the glass with water.
Yao Huia watched in horror as the young man approached her with the water glass, instinctively stepping back, "What... what are you going to do?"
Gu Bichen shook the glass, mixing the white powder with the water into a milky color.
"This is poison that kills instantly upon entering the bloodstream. Today, you secretly t with your lover but were blackmailed by him. When you refused, he, greedy and evil, poisoned you and fled, leaving behind this script. How do you like it?"
Yao Huia shook her head in terror, looking at the young man as if he were a murderous devil.
At this mont, she was overwheld with regret. Why did she provoke this lunatic, bringing about her own downfall?
She was so foolish. How could she not have thought that holding the secret of Gu Bichen’s background might lead him to kill to silence her?
He does not have the blood of a scholar from the Gu family, full of virtue and integrity; perhaps the blood of so devil runs through his veins.
The threat of death drove her to confess in panic, "Don’t kill . I’ll tell you everything. The woman’s na is Zhou Rong. Her husband is a gambler, and that’s all I know. Oh, right, she seems to be from Qingzhou because she speaks with a Qingzhou accent. That’s all I know..."
The young man’s eyes glinted with a sinister light. He walked up to Yao Huia, pinching her chin with his long fingers, forcing her to lift her head.
"So, you told Yu Ruohuan the secret of my background to win her favor?"
Yao Huia shook her head desperately, "I didn’t do it on purpose, Bichen, please spare . I swear I’ll keep it a secret from now on. Please don’t kill ."
The young man smiled gently, "But what can I do? Yu Ruohuan has grasped my background, pulling into hell. So now, you shall accompany there."
As he finished speaking, his fingers pinched Yao Huia’s jaw, dislocating it. Her mouth involuntarily opened, and the entire glass of water was poured in.
The young man’s eyes were heartless as he flung the glass to the ground, coldly watching Yao Huia dry heave on the floor, trying to vomit out the water.
Gu Bichen took out a handkerchief, elegantly wiping his fingers at a leisurely pace, his gaze exuding a cruel chill, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark.
"Murder is illegal, so of course, I won’t kill you, but you will never speak again. Those secrets will rot within you forever; otherwise, your precious son will be next."
He tossed the handkerchief aside, turned around, and left without looking back.
Yao Huia knelt on the ground, bile souring her entire body, her face flushed with effort, tears streaming down her face.
She struggled to open her mouth to speak, but her throat felt as if it was being slashed by knives, no sound could escape.
She watched helplessly as the young man’s silhouette disappeared at the door, her body no longer able to bear it, collapsing, curling up in pain.
Inside, overwheld by remorse, why did she provoke such a devil, dragging herself into an abyss?
Regret consud her.
But the other side used her son to manipulate her; she couldn’t call the police or punish him, only passively endure all the pain he inflicted.
Gu Bichen walked out of the hotel, looking up at the glaring sunlight, instinctively raising a hand to shield his eyes.
He used to love the sunlight the most, but now, he started to fear such a strong light.
After a mont of distraction, he took out a phone and dialed a number.
The other party quickly answered, the voice of a young man, sounding playful, "Uncle, you finally picked up my call. So, is my mom worried about ?"
The young man curved his lips into a smile, "Of course, you’re Huiya’s only son. If she doesn’t care about you, who would she care about? Your allowance should increase again, but..."
"But what?" The young man on the phone took a bite of an apple.
"But Huiya is so worried about you that she’s fallen sick. You better co back and see her."
Upon hearing that his mother was sick, the young man also beca anxious.
"I’ll co back right away."
"The secret between us must stay between us, or I won’t help you in the future."
"Don’t worry, Uncle, I understand."
After hanging up the call, Gu Bichen sighed, worry creasing his brow.
"Zhou Rong..." he murmured the na, his eyes flickering with a peculiar light.
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