บท 142: Chapter 141 don't spoil my son

นักเขียน: Purple Peony เครื่องแปลภาษา

"Mom, save me! I only wanted to help," He Ruoxue said, sobbing. "I didn't expect sister to want to kill me because she was afraid that I would steal the limelight away from her." Seeing Tang Zhilin and He Wenqing come to her aid had made He Ruoxue more arrogant. She reversed the truth boldly, knowing that the couple would believe her over He Lanjin.

"He Lanjin, didn't you graduate from a military academy?" Tang Zhilin said as she turned away from He Ruoxue and rushed toward He Lanjin. "How could you do such a thing to your own sister"

She raised her hand in anger to slap He Lanjin, who sat there unmoving, eyes closed. Just before the slap landed on He Lanjin's face, a hand gripped Tang Zhilin's wrist with a force that made Tang Zhilin's footing unsteady.

Tang Zhilin staggered back and fell to the ground.

He Lanjin yawned. The corners of her mouth curled up. She knew that as long as Qiao Hanye was around, not even a tiny child could hurt her. The thought filled her with warm feelings. She got up from her seat and stretched. "Hurry up and get her down from the tree. Don't miss the auspicious time."

Just now, the old woman—who had been knocked out by Qiao Hanye—was doused with cold water. She woke up disoriented, and the first thing she saw was He Ruoxue being carried into a coffin—which confused her even more. She then heard He Lanjin say, "Granny, you look very unhappy."

"I did my best to save your son, and you repaid me by trying to make me a ghost bride for your son. It's a pity that the king of hell won't accept me." He Lanjin said as she moved closer to the old woman, her eyes cold as ice. "But don't you worry. I picked a daughter-in-law for you. You will definitely like her."

Seeing he Ruoxue, the old woman shouted in disgust. "No, I don't want her! Please, do not desecrate my son. Don't make that woman go through the underworld marriage with him!"

He Ruoxue helplessly watched as Tang Zhilin fell to the ground and He Wenqiing got kicked by one of the men. She heard the old woman despise her, then these men took her down from the tree and threw her into the coffin. He Ruoxue wanted to curse at everyone, but she was suddenly filled with dread.

"Let go of me," He Ruoxue anxiously said as the men held her down on the coffin. "Sister, save me."

Ghost marriage involves burying a living person for the dead. They were going to bury her alive!

"Save you? Wouldn't you like to have a ghost marriage? It's fine, I made the decision for you. I even invited your doting parents to witness your wedding. Aren't you happy?" He Lanjin said with a smile. "I even had this coffin made especially for you. You would get electrocuted if someone would saw through it. Cracking it open with any other tool would activate the weapon hidden inside, and you would get stabbed to death. The only way to safely come out of the coffin is through the password lock that I have installed."

He Ruoxue grew white as a sheet. The men let go of her as Han Beicheng kicked her on the stomach. She doubled up in pain as Han Beicheng closed the coffin with a bang.

"No, don't." Tang Zhilin cried as she rushed over. But the coffin was already closed; it could no longer be opened.

He Lanjin looked at Tang Zhilin and He Wenqing, who were in so much pain that they wished they were dead. The look in He Lanjin's eyes became even colder. "Crack the code I installed and she will be free. Using other methods to get He Ruoxue out will result in her death."

"Of course, the longer you delay, the more likely she will die from lack of oxygen," He Lanjin added.

She was just returning the favor.

"He Lanjin, you..." Tang Zhilin said, hurling invectives at He Lanjin, who turned around and left in large strides. He Lanjin's heart was bitter; she had lived a lie for 23 years, calling these people parents when they were not her flesh and blood. And the fact that they had been wanting her to die all these years stung even more...

She suddenly thought of how much she missed Shen Biqiong. He Lanjin's heart longed for her dear aunt, who showed her more love and care than He Wenqing and Tang Zhilin ever did.

He Lanjin left the scene decisively, Tang Zhilin's curses echoing behind her. He Lanjin's chest was so tight she could not breathe. She stood looking at the pitch-black night.

"Was what I did wrong?" He Lanjin asked softly.

Standing behind her, Qiao Hanye said, "You should never be soft-hearted when dealing with the enemy."

"If I were you, what would you do?" He Lanjin's voice was soft.

"Kill." The man's voice was cold as winter.

The word bore weight like a thousand soldiers going into battle on their horses. Qiao Hanye would never let any emotion stand in the way of things that he had to do.