She spoke incoherently, her complexion pale, and she was so panicked that she lost all sense of direction.
Qiao Yiyang didn’t move, and she fiercely grabbed his collar, yelling angrily, "I told you to take me to see him! Without seeing his body, I will never believe he’s dead, never!"
The man quietly watched her and said indifferently, "But you have believed it."
Lin Xinlan trembled, she gritted her teeth and said, "You said he was dead, didn’t you? Then take me to see his body! I want to see him now, dead or alive!"
Qiao Yiyang indifferently pulled her hands away and said coldly, looking down, "Seeing how much you care about him, I don’t want to take you to him anymore. Xinlan, I will throw his body into the sea to feed the fish, and in this lifetime, you won’t see him again!"
"Qiao Yiyang!" Lin Xinlan shook with rage, "I’m telling you again, take me to see him, I want to see him right now!"
"I will not take you to see him." The man was very firm.
He adjusted his suit, gave her an indifferent glance, and turned to leave.
Lin Xinlan bit her teeth tightly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.
She rushed in front of him and grabbed his collar, revealing the hairpin that was hidden in her sleeve, its sharp point threatening his fragile neck.
"Take me to see him, or I’ll kill you!" she glared at him, teeth clenched.
Her hand held the hairpin steady without a tremor.
Qiao Yiyang glanced at the hairpin and then at her face, his eyes shifting subtly, a complex current flickering across them.
He spoke in a low voice, "Xinlan, haven’t you noticed? This hairpin was a gift I gave to you. I left it in your room, always waiting for you to find it, to love it. I thought your hair looked beautiful, and it would be even more so with it. I just never thought you would use it to threaten me..."
"..." Lin Xinlan pursed her lips tightly, saying faintly, "Then you take me to see Rong Shaoze, and I won’t need to use it to threaten you."
"I’ve told you, I won’t take you to see him!" Qiao Yiyang said, suppressing his anger, "Just give up on that idea! From now on, you won’t see him again, you can only stay obediently by my side!"
"Qiao Yiyang, I really will kill you."
"Go ahead, consider it revenge for him." He slowly closed his eyes, his attitude calm and composed.
Lin Xinlan tightened her grasp on the hairpin, pressing it closer to his neck by a fraction, "Take me to see him!"
"What’s wrong, can’t bring yourself to do it? Xinlan, I knew you couldn’t bear to kill me," the man said with a smile.
His words ignited her emotions, the hairpin pressed tightly against his neck, "Don’t think I can’t bear to kill you. Even if I have to kill you, I want to see Rong Shaoze’s body first!"
"I’ll say it again, you won’t get to see him in this lifetime."
"Qiao Yiyang!" Lin Xinlan yelled fiercely, suddenly exerting force, and the hairpin pierced into his neck; the man shook and opened his eyes in disbelief.
Blood immediately flowed out, soaking his pristine white shirt, too glaring for one to look directly at.
Lin Xinlan froze for a few seconds, then slowly released her hand and staggered back a few steps.
Qiao Yiyang looked at her, his gaze sorrowful, "Xinlan, you really did it..."
"...It was you who forced me," Lin Xinlan said with a cold expression, showing little reaction.
Upon witnessing the scene, the servant screamed and rushed over, "Oh my God! Master, you’re hurt!"