Chapter 1329: 332: Successfully rescued Yuanyuan

If Zhao Jingrong doesn’t believe Ni Yang, then there’s only one path ahead for her.

Death.

If she does believe Ni Yang, there’s still a sliver of hope.

Zhao Jingrong hesitated.

She didn’t know how she should decide.

Ni Yang narrowed her eyes, not letting a single expression on Zhao Jingrong’s face escape her notice. “Zhao Jingrong, you’re only twenty-eight this year; your life still holds countless possibilities! Are you truly willing to throw away your bright future?”

Who would willingly give up on their promising life?

Of course, Zhao Jingrong wouldn’t!

Ni Yang continued, “Zhao Jingrong, come down first, stop doing anything dangerous. Give Yuanyuan to me, and I’ll fulfill my promise to you immediately.”

Zhao Jingrong’s legs felt weak.

She was wavering.

What if Ni Yang was lying to her?

Zhao Jingrong pulled out a dagger and pressed it against Yuanyuan’s neck. “Ni Yang! If you dare to lie to me, I’ll kill this little bastard on the spot!”

“I promise I won’t lie to you.”

“Let Mo Qishen say something.”

“Brother Mo…” Ni Yang turned to look at Mo Qishen, signaling him with her eyes.

Mo Qishen kept his thin lips tightly pressed together, his gaze icy.

Facing Zhao Jingrong, he didn’t even bother with superficial responses.

But since Ni Yang had spoken, he had to cooperate.

“Yes.”

Zhao Jingrong, knowing Mo Qishen wasn’t someone who made promises lightly, let down some of her guard and slowly retreated with Yuanyuan in her arms.

Seeing this, the crowd let out a collective sigh of relief.

Zhao Jingrong carried Yuanyuan all the way to the courtyard on the first floor, pressing the dagger firmly against Yuanyuan’s neck. “Ni Yang! If you dare to play tricks, I’ll end this little bastard’s life immediately!”

“No! No! Don’t hurt Yuanyuan! Yuanyuan!” Ni Chengui clutched Zhou Dawei’s hand tightly, his face streaming with tears.

Zhou Dawei was no better off.

He’d had Yuanyuan late in life; although she wasn’t his biological daughter, he viewed her as dearer than his own flesh and blood!

Now, his only daughter’s life hung by a thread, a pain far worse than losing his own.

“Ni Yang, it’s time for you to fulfill your promise to me! There’s a cleaver over there—pick it up and slash Mo Qishen! Once you do, I’ll return Yuanyuan to you!”

She realized she’d been foolish to believe Ni Yang’s lies.

Things had escalated to this point; there was no turning back for her now.

In other words, even if Ni Yang did divorce Mo Qishen, what difference would it make?

Marriage doesn’t mean they can’t remarry, right?

Ni Yang’s offer was merely empty words, meant to deceive her.

Did Ni Yang really think she was stupid?

Rather than letting Ni Yang divorce Mo Qishen, it would be better to make her kill him. That way, not only would Mo Qishen accompany Zhao Jingrong in death, but Ni Yang would also stain her own hands with blood!

A perfect two-for-one!

She wanted both of them to die with her.

Having Mo Qishen and Ni Yang accompany her—she wouldn’t lose!

Ni Yang nodded slightly, crouching down to pick up the cleaver. She said softly, “Alright, alright, I’ll do whatever you ask! Zhao Jingrong, as long as you don’t hurt Yuanyuan, everything can be negotiated.”

As her words fell, Ni Yang turned her gaze to Mo Qishen.

At the same time, Mo Qishen also turned his head to look at her.

Their eyes locked, and in this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

They both understood the emotions carried in each other’s gaze.

Everyone else present felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Could it really be that Ni Yang was about to strike?

Ni Cuihua was so anxious her tears flowed like broken strings of beads. “What should we do? What should we do! Yangyang can’t… Yangyang mustn’t…”

“Calm down! Calm down!” Shangguan Dehui clenched Ni Cuihua’s hand tightly.

Ni Yang slowly picked up the cleaver.

Adelle clutched Zhao Yu’s hand tightly, exclaiming, “God! My sister wouldn’t actually do it, would she? Why haven’t the police arrived yet?”

Zhao Yu tried to stay composed. “She wouldn’t. We have to trust my mom; I believe she wouldn’t do it, she definitely wouldn’t…”

But in truth, Zhao Yu’s legs were trembling.

She was absolutely terrified!

Ni Yang held the cleaver, squinting her eyes slightly, then suddenly swung it toward Mo Qishen!

Zhao Jingrong’s lips curled into a smile.

Their internal feuds had begun!

Finally, they were turning against each other.

So this was the true depth of Mo Qishen and Ni Yang’s relationship…

As Zhao Jingrong eased her vigilance, Ni Yang suddenly exerted force and tossed the cleaver.

Bang!

The cleaver struck the thick trunk of the Osmanthus tree, dead center.

“Brother Mo!”

“Mm.” Mo Qishen nodded slightly.

In one swift motion, the two made their move. Mo Qishen dashed forward and kicked away the dagger in Zhao Jingrong’s hand.

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