Cheng Muyun hesitated for a moment, but still opened the car door for Xu Zhuohua.
On the road, Xu Zhuohua had never seen Cheng Muyun so serious. He clenched his teeth, pursed his lips, stared intently at the road, and drove in an extremely stiff posture.
If anger had a real form, then Cheng Muyun's anger would already be raging.
The roar of the wheels rolling over the puddles was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.
Cheng Muyun's hands gripped the steering wheel, veins bulging, knuckles a sickly pale blue. The windshield wipers swung wildly, but couldn't clear the torrential rain from the windshield.
The sky seemed to have been torn open, and large raindrops poured down like a torrent, pounding hard on the ground and splashing up in bursts.
Despair. That was the only thought in Xu Zhuohua's mind.
I'm truly desperate right now.
Cheng Wenyun's death was absolutely unexpected and utterly unacceptable.
She stared at the dark rain, her heart sinking into a deathly silence.
History is moving forward at an unstoppable pace.
It has a powerful self-healing ability; no matter what method Xu Zhuohua uses, the wound will heal.
She had no power to change history; she could only accept it.
The vermilion doors of the old house gleamed with an eerie blood-red light in the rain.
Cheng Muyun slammed his fist on the door, and the knocked-off copper nails rolled down the steps with the rainwater.
He pounded on the door with his palm. "Open the door! Open the door!"
The maid opened the door, clearly surprised. "Second Young Master, what brings you here?"
The moment the door opened, his iron-like fingers were already gripping the other person's throat: "Where is Granny?"
The way the man's eyes rolled back as he was being choked reminded Xu Zhuohua of a mouse being toyed with by a cat.
Cheng Muyun grabbed the maid by the collar. "Where's Granny?" The maid's eyes widened in fright. "What?"
"Where is Granny?!" Cheng Muyun was on the verge of collapse, and his voice was clearly audible even in the dense rain.
"In...Miss's courtyard."
Cheng Muyun loosened the servant's collar and rushed into the rain.
Xu Zhuohua quickly followed.
The old house is very large and has many doors.
In secluded mansions, young ladies rarely venture beyond the gates.
For the first eighteen years of Cheng Wenyun's life, she was confined to this small world and completely controlled.
How pathetic, how pathetic! What a pity, what a pity!
This feudal society was cannibalistic; Cheng Wenyun was eaten, leaving not even a bone fragment.
Cheng Muyun's anger surged like a storm. He kicked open the nanny's door with a loud bang, and the heavy wooden door was smashed open instantly by the huge impact.
The door shook violently, making a screeching sound.
The room's dim light was shattered by the loud noise, and the nanny was so startled by the sudden impact that she sat up abruptly from the bed.
At that very moment, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky like a sharp sword, instantly illuminating the entire room.
The dazzling light stretched Cheng Muyun's figure to an incredibly long and slender silhouette, making his outline appear particularly ferocious and terrifying in the reflection of the lightning.
The old woman was terrified by the sudden scene. She let out a shrill scream that echoed through the empty room, shattering the silence of the night.
Her body trembled violently on the blanket, as if she would be swallowed up by the sudden fear at any moment.
Upon hearing this scream, Cheng Muyun's anger burned even more fiercely, like a raging fire being ignited.
His anger had reached an uncontrollable point. He strode into the room, raised his arm, and grabbed the old woman's neck as if seizing prey.
His fingers gripped her throat so tightly that the old woman's face turned bright red instantly, and her breathing became rapid and difficult.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils flashing with anger, like a bloodthirsty beast that had been provoked.
The old woman's face instantly turned bright red, as if it had been burned by flames. Her eyes widened, and she gripped Cheng Muyun's hands tightly, trying to break free from this deadly restraint.
However, Cheng Muyun's strength was as firm as an iron clamp, and her struggles seemed so futile. She could only make intermittent "gurgling" sounds from her throat, as if she would suffocate at any moment.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, as if stained with blood, his pupils flashing with angry light, like raging flames, like a bloodthirsty beast that had been enraged and was about to tear its prey to shreds.
His voice was deep, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless killing intent: "What did you say to Wen Yun today?"
The old woman held onto Cheng Muyun's hand tightly, her nails digging deep into his skin, but her efforts were like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to sway his resolve.
Her body trembled violently, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
Just then, Xu Zhuohua rushed in. She was shocked to see what was happening and immediately grabbed Cheng Muyun's hand, saying anxiously, "Cheng Muyun, let go of her. She can't speak like this."
Cheng Muyun regained some of his composure after Xu Zhuohua's call. He took a deep breath and slowly released his grip.
The old woman's body went limp instantly. She sat on the edge of the bed, coughing violently, each cough seeming to tear at her lungs.
She struggled to lift her head, her eyes filled with terror, and whispered, "Help..."
Xu Zhuohua suddenly grabbed the old woman's hair and pulled hard, causing the old woman to scream in pain.
Xu Zhuohua's eyes were filled with anger and hatred. She almost gritted her teeth as she said, "Listen to me, answer whatever I ask you now, or the young marshal can kill you with a flick of his finger."
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