Chapter 59 She Can't Be Killed

A sliver of light shone through the gap in the curtains, and when Ruan Yi opened her eyes, her eyelashes were still damp with drowsiness.

She slept for a long time.

She touched the neckline of the silk pajamas on her chest; she wasn't wearing this when she slept.

Ruan Yi moved her shoulders and neck, and there was no soreness or stiffness as she had expected from sleeping for so long.

There was no sticky tear stain on her face, no dampness from cold sweat soaking the fabric, and the bed smelled fresh with soap.

During the dozen or so hours she was unconscious.

The man dismissed the servants and sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips hovering over her sweaty collar for a long time.

As the fabric was removed, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, his gaze swept over her skin flushed pink from sobbing, and finally settled on her furrowed brows.

As she changed into her pajamas, the man's palm occasionally brushed against her waist, and his heavy, rapid breathing was quickly suppressed by the girl's unconsciously furrowed brows.

When he massaged her tense shoulders, back, and calves, if he used even a little too much force, he would hear the girl's protesting moans, so he had to immediately soften his movements.

Desire clung to his heart relentlessly.

But when he looked down and saw the girl's expression as she was tormented by nightmares, his bad thoughts turned into heartache, and all he could do was repeatedly check her temperature.

"So thirsty..." Ruan Yi's voice was a little hoarse. Just as she propped herself up, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

It wasn't a maid who came in; it was my mother.

Ruan Ying's eyelids were a little swollen, clearly she had cried for her yesterday.

"Xiao Yi is awake?" Ruan Ying walked quickly to the bedside and held the water glass to her lips. "Drink slowly."

Ruan Yi drank about half a cup before her throat felt a little better.

Ruan Ying took the empty cup and put it aside, then reached out to touch her forehead and gently stroked her cheek.

"Do you have a headache? Is anything else bothering you?"

Ruan Yi shook her head, her gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on her mother's face.

"How's Fan Min's situation?"

"The case is still under investigation, and my test results have been provided to the police."

Her voice was slightly low, and her fingertips tightened slightly.

"But... according to the law, this kind of intentional injury, if it does not result in disability or death, is usually punishable by less than three years."

"However, given Fan Min's egregious case of long-term drugging, my mother has instructed the lawyer to follow up with the case to the fullest extent. She will definitely pay the price and cannot be given a lenient sentence."

"Only three years..."

Ruan Yi gazed at the light on the ceiling, her voice soft and distant.

The baseline for forcing her and her mother to endure so much suffering was only three years.

"Hmm." Ruan Yi gave a slight twitch of her lips, her expression blank.

Ruan Ying knew that something was wrong with her daughter's behavior. She wasn't truly at peace; she had simply gone through an emotional breakdown, and even the sharpest pain had become dulled.

Just as she was feeling sorry for him and was about to offer some words of comfort, she saw Ruan Yi suddenly sit up straight, her eyes revealing an icy look.

“Then…” Ruan Yi was about to say “Dad”, but then swallowed it back. When she changed her words, her voice was a little stiff.

Where is Cheng Huaiyuan?

Ruan Ying's face darkened.

"We're still looking, but don't worry, Xiao Yi, I won't let him escape this time."

She pulled Ruan Yi into her arms and patted her back.

"Mom will definitely make that scoundrel pay the price. Xiaoyi, believe in Mom."

Ruan Yi closed her eyes and suddenly felt very tired.

She was forced to be reborn in a twisted plot, constantly being tormented, harmed, and schemed against, encountering almost more hardships than the protagonist.

These guys who can't kill her, they really keep hitting her...

Ruan Yi felt a sense of helplessness, wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy, but not knowing who to beg from.

She snuggled closer to her mother, her voice muffled in Ruan Ying's chest.

"Mom, my real dad... isn't actually Cheng Huaiyuan, is he? Is he the unlucky bear?"

Ruan Ying stroked her daughter's hair and gave a bitter laugh.

"You're talking nonsense again, child. Our Xiaoyi was born to be cherished. These things are just a test from God to make things smoother for you in the future."

"Mom believes that Xiaoyi has passed the test and will continue to be happy and lucky."

The girl's delicate cheeks were pressed against the soft fabric, and her mother's fragrance was faint and reassuring.

It's true that she's in a terrible situation, but... the warmth in her arms right now is real, her mother escaping a plot-driven death is real, and it's also true that Ah Zhi has become wary and has a strained relationship with the main character.

If her situation becomes even more dire, and it improves the plot, then it's fine.

At least, the people she cherishes are all doing well.

There was an urgent knocking on the bedroom door, and Ruan Ying's assistant practically rushed in.

"Mr. Ruan! And Miss Ruan..."

He took a deep breath before finally managing to get the words out.

"New information found: Mr. Cheng Huaiyuan is dead."

Seeing the shocked expressions on the mother and daughter's faces, the assistant lowered his voice, his tone filled with unspeakable fear.

"Moreover, the cause of death was very..."

It happened in the early morning before the girl was fully awake.

Cheng Huaiyuan's features were contorted with terror, his pupils shrank, and he stared intently at the man in front of him.

There was no warmth in those young eyes; the undisguised resentment seemed to want to tear him to pieces.

"Ah Zhi, it's Daddy."

The sound he managed to squeeze out was hoarse and trembling.

Every word is shrouded in nauseating hypocrisy, attempting to deceive with this non-existent kinship.

The man's lips curved into a very faint smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making his gaze appear even more sinister.

"Cheng Huaiyuan, make your choice."

Choose one way to die.

For someone like him, any way of dying is too cheap.

He wanted to see what ugly form this cowardly maggot would conjure up in its despair.

Cheng Huaiyuan seemed to have misunderstood, his eyes instantly flashing with wild joy, his filth emanating from his very bones.

"Ah Zhi, Dad is a man too. How could Dad not know what you're thinking?"

He couldn't wait to extend an olive branch.

"That woman who got arrested is no longer of any use to me!" He clicked his tongue, his tone flippant and smug.

“You clearly sensed something was wrong a long time ago, but you didn’t say anything. Isn’t that just being on your father’s side? Why don’t you go with your father? With your identity, no one will suspect you!”

The man remained expressionless, his fingertips were slightly cool, and his eyes held an emotion that was difficult for others to read.

He did indeed have malicious thoughts.

If his precious child has no one else to rely on, then she can only depend on him completely.

At that time, she will only have eyes for him, all her joys and sorrows will be tied to him, and no one else will be able to take away her attention.

So he chose to remain silent.

While Ruan Ying was in a state of mental confusion but not in any real danger of death, he had calculated everything, waiting only for the lamb to fall completely into his carefully woven net.

Until he saw the girl discover the clue and shed tears while holding the medical report, her clear eyes were filled with pain and helplessness.

At that moment, the dark scheme in my heart suddenly stalled.

He couldn't bear to see her sad, and even more so, he couldn't bear that her sadness stemmed from his indulgence.

What's more, these two maggots actually had other ideas and wanted to harm her as well.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Huaiyuan assumed that his words had worked and rubbed his hands together with even more excitement.

"Once Ruan Ying dies, I'll take her place!"

"Ah Zhi, you can have whatever you want. There's no need to be so stifled now. Follow me, and the entire Ruan family will be ours in the future!"

"What about Ruan Yi?" the man suddenly asked.

When Ruan Yi was mentioned, Cheng Huaiyuan's greed was almost overflowing, and his tone was full of resentment and contempt.

“She’s just like her mother, a heartless wretch who dared to cut off my money! Don’t worry, that money will be yours and mine sooner or later, she can’t take it away.”

He spat, his eyes murky and lewd.

"That brat has probably been played with by Shen Xun long ago. She's not worth much to begin with. It would be good if she could get some of her money back after she gets married."

"Once I become the head of the Ruan family, you will be my crown prince!"

Cheng Huaiyuan became more and more excited as he spoke, spitting as he spoke, completely immersed in his own world.

"You take my surname, Cheng, and our Cheng Empire will definitely be a hundred times more glorious than the Ruan family in the future!"

As he fantasized about a life of luxury and debauchery, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his neck as the man's hand gripped his neck like an iron clamp.

The force wasn't strong at first, but it made Cheng Huaiyuan's laughter catch in his throat.

Then, it slowly tightened, the finger bones turning white from the force, sinking into his flesh.

The dull pain from the compression of his trachea climbed up his spine, and Cheng Huaiyuan's face turned a deep purplish-red at a visible speed. His eyes bulged outwards, his feet left the ground, and he kicked the air in vain, frantically scratching at the man's arm, but he couldn't reach it no matter what.

He suddenly increased the pressure on his hand, and Cheng Huaiyuan's neck made a cracking sound as his consciousness began to blur.

The murderous intent in the man's eyes almost consumed him.

“My precious sister…who are you to slander her with your foul mouth? She will only ever be mine.”

His pupils dilated with extreme fear as he finally realized what kind of demon he had provoked.

Not only did he bring the vengeful ghost home, but this ghost also set its sights on his daughter. Regret and fear instantly permeated his entire body like poison.

The man's hand continued to apply more pressure, as if he were crushing a piece of dirty garbage.

Only when Cheng Huaiyuan's struggles gradually weakened, his eyes rolled back, and he was on the verge of death did he loosen his grip slightly, leaving his last breath, and threw him to the ground like a filthy rag.

The man shook his hand in disgust, took out his phone and dialed a number. His voice regained its composure, but carried a hint of suppressed violence.

Is it overused? Not a bad choice.

"Wake him up first, 'treat him well,' then get rid of him."

As night fell into the top-floor office, Fu Jingchen had just signed the last document.

"Has the person been caught?"

The assistant's voice was tense. "President Fu, we just received news that Cheng Huaiyuan... is gone."

"What happened?" The man paused.

"At that gilded club in the west of the city." The assistant's tone was very low.

"It's said... he got too carried away and was accidentally killed by several men. The scene and the way he died were gruesome. His sordid affair of being bisexual has now been completely exposed to the public."

The air was still for a few seconds.

The light in his eyes dimmed, not because of regret, but because of a melancholy that someone had beaten him to it.

They were able to find Cheng Huaiyuan so quickly, act so ruthlessly, and coincidentally add a perfect ending.

Fu Jingchen didn't say anything more, but just looked out the window.

This person is even more impatient and ruthless than him.

Perhaps, there are things he should learn from.