Chapter 2 – Then I Cannot Let You Live

After throwing out those words, Leng Yan went back to her room. The servants didn’t dare delay.

Five minutes later, inside the enormous room.

A beautiful woman dressed in wrinkled, worn-out clothes was dragged and shoved into Leng Yan’s room by several servants, then forced to kneel on the cold floor.

“Heh, He Yinshao?” Leng Yan rested one hand against the sofa to support her head, lowering her gaze toward the silent woman.

He Yinshao seemed to finally snap out of a trance. Only then did she raise her head and discreetly size up the arrogant person before her.

The woman in front of her wore a gray bathrobe, the belt around her waist tied loosely. One long, straight leg was crossed over the other as she looked down at He Yinshao with unbearable arrogance…

“Mm.”

Perhaps remembering all the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of this arrogant woman in her previous life, the hatred in He Yinshao’s eyes flared unmistakably.

Such intense hatred did not escape Leng Yan’s notice. She let out a mocking laugh and idly played with the fruit knife in her hand.

With a single glance from her, the servants understood. Two of them grabbed He Yinshao and dragged her forward several read the original at bailiantales.com steps, bringing her even closer to Leng Yan.

Leng Yan planted one foot on He Yinshao’s left shoulder. Her toes were still slightly pink from her bath, and when she exerted a little pressure against He Yinshao, even the tips of her toes turned faintly pale.

“You look like you hate me very much, He Yinshao.” Her frivolous tone paired with that soul-stealing face.

Yet He Yinshao only felt a chill of disgust. The hatred in her eyes did not lessen—instead, it grew stronger.

Still, she vaguely sensed that something was off. Had this scene happened in her previous life? The Leng Yan from her last life seemed… not quite this seductive… no, that wasn’t it. Not quite this vicious.

“What do you think?” The corner of He Yinshao’s lips curled upward, mockery entering her eyes. “Why bother asking when you already know the answer, Eldest Miss Leng?”

He Yinshao braced Leng Yan’s foot against her left shoulder, her upright posture not changing in the slightest.

Perhaps because she had already killed Leng Yan in her previous life and avenged herself, He Yinshao made no attempt to hide her disgust this time around.

“Hmph~” Leng Yan waved a hand without even lifting her head. “All of you, leave.”

“Yes.”

Their voices rang out in unison. The servants all withdrew from the room, bailiantales.com thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

After a long silence, Leng Yan seemed increasingly dissatisfied. She suddenly exerted force through her foot and kicked He Yinshao to the ground.

“!!”

Before He Yinshao could react, she felt a weight settle over her waist, while something sharp pressed against her neck.

Leng Yan panted lightly. This body belonged to a pampered young lady, after all. Just kicking someone to the ground had taken a good amount of effort. It was pathetically weak.

The sharp fruit knife in her hand pressed against He Yinshao’s throat as she lowered her voice and asked with a smile, “He Yinshao, if you ever got the chance to turn your life around in the future, would you kill me?”

She was smiling, but her tone was icy.

He Yinshao’s heart abruptly skipped a beat. She stared at Leng Yan, who was sitting astride her, for a long time.

What did she mean?

Had Leng Yan been reborn too?

“What do you mean?” He Yinshao’s gaze darkened.

“Nothing. I just dreamed that you’d kill me sometime in the future, so…” Leng Yan drew the blade back slightly. “I came to test you~”

So it had only been a dream…

“So, would you?” Leng Yan was still straddling He Yinshao’s waist.

“I would.” He Yinshao no longer hesitated, her eyes overflowing with hatred.

“Mm. That’s normal.” Leng Yan straightened her back.

Just as He Yinshao thought the interrogation was over, a flash of steel gleamed before her eyes.

She felt something slice across her neck. Warm liquid sprayed out, splattering across Leng Yan’s face. The smile had vanished completely from the other woman’s expression.

“Then I can’t let you live, He. Yin. Shao.” Leng Yan’s eyes were freezing cold.

“You…” Were you reborn too?! Is that why you wanted to kill me now?!!

He Yinshao wanted to ask those questions, but unfortunately, her throat had already been cut deeply. As blood continued to stolen content pour from her body and time slowly passed, He Yinshao died fifteen minutes later.

“It’s over. Now… I should be able to go back, right…” Leng Yan stood up and looked down at the corpse on the floor, her gaze lowered and slightly vacant.

No one answered her. The room remained utterly silent.

“Come in and clean this up.” Leng Yan twisted open the bedroom door and spoke to the servants waiting outside.

“Yes.”

The servants assumed Leng Yan had beaten that wretched woman again, which was why there was blood on her face. So when they entered and saw the large pool of blood, they couldn’t help but gasp. One maid moved to drag the woman away, only to discover that she was no longer breathing.

“Ah!!! She’s dead! She’s dead!!” The maid collapsed onto the floor in fright and scrambled backward, her hands trembling uncontrollably. “She… she… she’s dead!!”

When the others heard this, they seemed unable to believe it. Their gazes all snapped toward Leng Yan standing at the doorway.

“Eldest Miss, this…”

Leng Yan leisurely wiped the blood from her face with a handkerchief, then casually tossed it onto the corpse’s face. “Make her look presentable. Have her cremated. Send the ashes to Young Master He.”

She wanted to see how the male lead would react [unauthorized copy]when he saw the heroine’s ashes. In any case, she had already destroyed the protagonist of this book. She should be going home soon.

After that, she went downstairs to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened.

The servants looked at one another.

“Eldest Miss has gone insane… Eldest Miss killed someone…”

“Shh. Hurry up and clean. If you don’t want to die, keep your mouth shut.”

They also couldn’t understand why the ashes had to be sent to Young Master He.

Leng Yan held a knife and fork as she cut into her steak. The blood on her face had barely been wiped clean, making her look disturbingly obsessive and unhinged.

No one knew what this eldest miss, quietly cutting her steak, was thinking. Even while cleaning, the servants didn’t dare make too much noise.

“Hiss… right.” Leng Yan suddenly spoke, stopping them.

“Wh… what is it, Eldest Miss?” The servants’ hands trembled as they carried the corpse, and they immediately stopped.

“Don’t send the ashes once she’s cremated. Just [unauthorized copy]give them to me.” Leng Yan looked up at them.

“Yes, yes.”

“Thank you.” A smile immediately bloomed across Leng Yan’s face.

The servants worked even faster…

That evening, Leng Yan watched as the still fairly intact corpse was pushed into the cremation furnace. As she stared at the roaring flames, all she could think about was how she was going to get out of that cave once she returned to the real world.

“Miss, it’s finished.”

“Mm?” Leng Yan snapped back to reality. “Oh, alright.”

She accepted the urn with both hands. The ashes were still warm, and she remained silent throughout the drive back.

The servants couldn’t tell what to make of their temperamental eldest miss. When they passed a bridge, she suddenly spoke.

“Stop the car.”

“Ah, okay.” The driver hurriedly pulled over.

Leng Yan got out while holding the urn. Under the puzzled gazes of the servants, the driver, and passing pedestrians, she opened the urn and dumped all the ashes out in one go. Then she threw the urn after them as well, watching it sink to the bottom of the lake…