She only saw Yu Qizhe's youthful appearance and forgot his true nature.

"You shouldn't have hurt Yu Jiao." Yu Qizhe's slightly cold fingers slid down Yang Jiyan's chin to her slender neck, and his slightly open five fingers slowly tightened, "I regard her as a treasure. From now on, if you hurt her again, I will repay you a thousand times."

Yang Jiyan's throat was pinched so hard that she could hardly breathe. She said with difficulty, "Yu Qizhe, you...how dare you do this to me? My father is a fourth-rank official in the imperial court!"

Is this man crazy? He is a scholar who is not even a tribute student, and he dares to treat her like this!

Yu Qizhe's handsome face was like a demon at this moment. That kind of calmness and murderousness made Yang Jiyan feel frightened. Her face had turned red due to lack of oxygen. A thought came to her mind: Yu Qizhe would really kill her, he would really kill her.

There was more panic in Yang Jiyan's eyes, tears flickered in her eye sockets, she struggled violently and shook her head, begging for mercy in a hoarse voice, "I... I don't dare anymore..."

Yu Qizhe lowered his eyes and looked at her, smiling sinisterly, with a hint of evil in his smile, "But you have already done it, and you have to pay the price for what you have done."

Yang Jiyan was so suffocated that she couldn't speak. She kicked her legs wildly on the floor of the carriage and tried to pry Yu Qizhe's wrists that were pinching her neck with her hands, but her strength seemed insignificant to Yu Qizhe.

Yang Jiyan whimpered in pain, the sound was full of panic and fear that she could not escape.

Her mind was already a little dizzy, her vision began to go dark, and her struggling limbs gradually became weak. Just when Yang Jiyan was about to be strangled to death, the large hand that was on her neck suddenly loosened.

Yang Jiyan slumped on the floor of the carriage, like a dead fish, greedily gulping down the air, not caring at all about her image as a lady from a wealthy family.

Just now she felt as if she had walked through the gates of hell again, and finally realized how terrifying this man was.

Yu Qizhe was still sitting quietly, as graceful as jade, with the appearance of a scholar who was spotless. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the hand that had just touched Yang Jiyan.

If she had not just experienced it herself, who would have known what kind of cold-blooded and ruthless heart is hidden under such a good appearance? Tears slowly flowed down Yang Jiyan's eyes.

She felt very unwilling in her heart. Why was God so unfair?

Could Meng Yujiao easily get the favor that she had tried so hard to get?

She was reborn just to marry a good man, why was it so difficult?

"Yu Qizhe, aren't you afraid of ruining your own future by treating me like this?" After Yang Jiyan regained some strength, she got up from the ground and asked in tears.

Yu Qizhe glanced at her calmly and said, "If you have any other tricks, just use them on me."

Yang Jiyan gritted her teeth in hatred, propped up her weak legs, and moved towards the car.

Yu Qizhe's cold voice sounded behind her, "Remember my words. If you dare to have ideas about Yu Jiao again in the future, it won't be as simple as today. I don't think you want to try the feeling of being unable to live or to die."

Yang Jiyan paused and staggered out of the carriage.

Chunhong, who was waiting outside, hurried forward to help her, but was pushed away by Yang Jiyan. She turned back to look at the carriage, bit her lip hard, tasted the blood in her mouth, and said, "I have written down everything that Master Yu did and said today."

Yu Qizhe's cold voice came from inside the car, but it was not directed to Yang Jiyan.

"Sixth son, go back."

Liuzi, who was waiting on the side, took a look at Yang Jiyan's look as if she wanted to eat someone, and thought that this girl's expression was really scary when she changed.

He sat on the shaft of the cart, pulled the reins, and drove the cart out of Nanba Hutong.

Yang Jiyan stared at the direction the carriage was leaving, motionless.

A cool breeze blew and the maid Chunhong shivered. Master Yu's carriage had long disappeared, but her young lady was still so reluctant to leave. She really loved Master Yu terribly.

Chunhong stammered and advised, "Miss, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. You are delicate. Be careful not to be exposed to too much cold wind. It will hurt your body."

Yang Jiyan gave her a cold look, and Chunhong was so frightened that she fell silent.

"Where's Debbie's letter?"

Chunhong quickly took out the letter from her chest and handed it to Yang Jiyan, then raised the lantern with a tactful look.

Yang Jiyan took out the letter and read it again, and suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter seemed particularly terrifying in the silent night. Chunhong was frightened and the hairs on her body stood up, but she dared not say a word.

Ever since she and Daibi were assigned by the lady to be Yang Jiyan's personal maids, she has deeply understood Yang Jiyan's strange and vicious temperament.

Yang Jiyan laughed for a long time, her laughter echoing far away in the long alley. Tears welled up in her eyes. Meng Yujiao is dead! Already dead!

Even if you love her, Yu Qizhe, so what? Can you bring a dead person back to life? People like you deserve to be lonely like in your last life!