Yun Chuyao heard the words, narrowed his narrow eyes into slits, and stared at Tang Yun for a few seconds.
Tang Yun did not meet his gaze, merely letting her eyes drop slightly, her expression somewhat vacant.
"Second Miss knows me, I am a person who likes to try things." As he spoke, he lightly weighed the knife in his hand, suspending the blade above Gu Bo’s thigh.
Upon hearing this, Tang Yun’s eyes flickered slightly.
Her face remained impassive, simply watching the knife that was suspended over Gu Bo’s thigh coldly.
Seeing that Tang Yun was not affected, Yun Chuyao let out a vicious smile, aimed the knife at Gu Bo’s thigh, and stabbed down hard.
The incoherent screams rose in the back courtyard, Tang Yun heard it, and saw the knife pierce through Gu Bo’s thigh.
Watching the fresh blood gush from the wound on Gu Bo’s thigh along the blade, Tang Yun took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
This scream finally brought the delirious Gu Chengan back to his senses. Seeing Gu Bo’s thigh being stabbed and his pupils contracting, he moved his lips, but in the end, said nothing.
Staring at Gu Bo’s pained face, who could only feebly struggle and was unable to reach out to cover his thigh, Gu Chengan clenched his fist suddenly, his gaze fixed on Gu Bo with a very complex expression, as a hint of blood crept up into his eyes.
Seeing Tang Yun’s expression unchanged, Yun Chuyao furrowed his brows, narrowed his narrow eyes into slits again, a fleeting cold glint in his gaze.
After a while, he suddenly smiled, "Indeed, a piece of trash is truly not worth mourning over." With that, he exerted some force and pulled the knife out of Gu Bo’s leg.
"Ah..." Another incoherent scream.
Gu Chengan standing nearby trembled slightly, his restrained hands suddenly clenching tight.
Tang Yun inhaled deeply and continued to keep her eyes shut.
Yun Chuyao, looking at her demeanor, darkened his gaze, "This young man, I heard he is your stepson? I wonder if you care about him?"
As Yun Chuyao spoke, he walked over to Gu Chengan with the still-dripping knife in hand.
Gu Chengan’s eyes were tinged with red as he glared at Yun Chuyao fiercely, "If you have the guts, chop on my head, and see if I’m afraid!"
"Oh, it seems that you have a good relationship with your stepmother." Yun Chuyao let out a light ’yo’, smilingly watching Gu Chengan.
"Pah! Who has a good relationship with her." The moment Gu Chengan opened his mouth, he spat a mouthful of saliva at Yun Chuyao’s face.
Yun Chuyao’s face changed, and he swung a slap at Gu Chengan, "Kid, do you know how to write the word ’death’?"
"If you want to kill then kill, cut the BS, and you’ll see if killing me will let you live for more days." When Gu Chengan turned his head back, his face bore the mark of a handprint, glaring at Yun Chuyao venomously, his eyes full of disdain and rage.
"You want to die, I shall fulfill your wish." Yun Chuyao said, gripping the knife and driving it towards Gu Chengan’s abdomen.
Seeing this, Tang Yun’s eyes tightened, and she spoke in a cool voice, "Yun Chuyao."
Yun Chuyao listened, halted the knife, and turned his head to look at Tang Yun, "It seems that, compared to your husband, Second Miss, you care more about this stepson."
"I just want to remind you, I am not married to Gu Bo, and they both have no relation to the Yun family whatsoever. If you kill them, you are killing two ordinary people." Tang Yun’s eyes slightly drooped, her voice cold as she spoke, even in such a moment, her voice remained indifferent and calm.
Yun Chuyao heard this and paused, then laughed lightly, squinting his eyes with a sinister smile, looking at Tang Yun, "Don’t try to bluff me. If you and Gu Bo are not husband and wife, then where did your four-year-old biological son come from."