So Rong Yanqiao was made to look like Wenming, all for Huo Yanshu?
And Wenming... Official source is novel·fiɾe·net
Thinking of this, Song Yu felt a chill down her spine.
"I’m not crazy, cousin, I’m doing this for your good. Don’t you want to be with Rong Qingze? This is the best way..."
Song Yu rejected coldly, feeling the need to calm herself.
However, Jiang Bei had already taken the opportunity during this call to locate Ye Wen.
He immediately led a large group to Ye Wen’s location, and Rong Qingze, upon learning of it, personally drove there at once.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Wen went to find Rong Yanqiao.
Seeing the barely alive Rong Yanqiao, she gave her subordinate a look, who then doused her with a basin of ice-cold water to wake her up.
"Haha! Rong Yanqiao, you’re nothing special!"
Seeing the drenched Rong Yanqiao, Ye Wen felt immensely proud, even stepping on Rong Yanqiao’s hand from her superior position, "Rong Yanqiao, you have no future!"
Rong Yanqiao was in too much pain to speak.
Her breathing was weak, and she lifted her eyes to glance at Ye Wen.
With just one glance, Ye Wen’s decent-looking face suddenly turned particularly grim.
"What kind of look is that? How dare you look at me like that!"
Ye Wen gritted her teeth, applying force with her foot, and the sound of bones cracking came from the ground, making Rong Yanqiao cry out in pain.
"You can only enjoy this temporary triumph."
Rong Yanqiao’s voice was very weak, her vision blurred from excessive blood loss and pain.
She looked at the deranged Ye Wen, a hint of disdain in her eyes.
"Don’t you look at me with that expression, don’t you dare!"
Ye Wen stomped repeatedly, her expression crazed.
It wasn’t until Rong Yanqiao stopped moving that she gave a cold laugh and halted her actions.
"Today, let me send you off."
She used a knife to lift Rong Yanqiao’s face, looking at her current painful state with a smile.
Rong Yanqiao closed her eyes, preparing to lie on the cold floor.
This side of Rong Yanqiao extinguished Ye Wen’s desire to inflict more violence. She pouted, feeling bored, and threw Rong Yanqiao to the ground.
"For the sake of our acquaintance, I’ll give you a quick end."
She raised the knife, aiming at Rong Yanqiao’s abdomen, just as the door suddenly burst open.
Police held up their guns, with an enraged Rong Qingze behind them.
Ye Wen’s actions didn’t pause in the slightest; she continued to stab toward Rong Yanqiao.
The gunshot rang out, and Ye Wen’s hand holding the knife was left mangled.
Her face twisted in pain, yet she kept laughing.
"Rong Yanqiao, your second uncle is here, but unfortunately he’s too late, hahaha, you’ll never see him again."
The others in the room were already restrained by the police and Rong Qingze’s group, leaving only Ye Wen.
Rong Yanqiao lay at her feet, covered in blood, a sharp knife still lodged in her abdomen.
Rong Qingze was initially furious.
He was angry, how could Rong Yanqiao be so reckless to come find Su Xiaoxiao, knowing the kind of relationship Su Xiaoxiao had with Ye Wen.
She knew well the deep hatred between himself and Ye Wen.
How could Rong Yanqiao not know that Ye Wen, having had a troubling time lately, had always been looking for an opportunity to perish together with her?
Coming today was courting death.
In fact, he had already guessed that Rong Yanqiao was certainly being brutally tortured, and before coming, he even had some venomous thoughts, thinking it might be good to let her suffer a bit.
This way, seeing him rescue her from despair, Rong Yanqiao would surely be even more subservient to him, grateful and indebted.
But when Rong Qingze finally saw Rong Yanqiao, all emotions melted into anger and sorrow.
He couldn’t believe that the blood-soaked figure beside Ye Wen, indistinguishable between life and death, was Rong Yanqiao.
The Rong Yanqiao, who joked with him just hours ago yet was so full of life.
"Let go of Rong Yanqiao, name your terms to me."
Rong Qingze’s eyes were crimson, he suppressed his inner rage, trying his best to speak calmly to Ye Wen.
She now had Rong Yanqiao as a hostage, no one dared to rush forward to do anything to her.