pjbooks Chapter 238 The Young Mistress's Calculations Were Truly Accurate
Chapter 238 The Young Mistress's Calculations Were Truly Accurate
Aunt Fang has been living a truly miserable life lately.
After leaving the Chu family, she was penniless, and Fang Ruo no longer respected her. In addition, the paralysis of Xiangxiang made her life even more difficult.
"This is unbearable!" Aunt Fang said through gritted teeth as she stroked her increasingly protruding belly.
Xiangxiang lay on the bed, staring coldly at Aunt Fang. "Shut up! If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen to this state?"
When Aunt Fang met her gaze, her body trembled involuntarily.
"Why don't you say that? If I hadn't saved you back then, you would have died long ago..."
Aunt Fang has already run away from home twice, but both times she was driven back by people sent by Chu Ruohan.
Each time she returned, her resentment towards the place and its people grew even stronger...
Until Song Ruyan brought her some news.
"Aunt Fang, I heard that Chu Ang is doing quite well in Lu County. He has already married and had children."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Fang's eyes first flashed with shock, followed by anger and determination.
"Get married and have children? Fine! Chu Ang, you won't get rid of me like that!"
When the night was deep and quiet, Aunt Fang packed a few simple belongings and quietly left the house.
This time, no one stopped her, no one chased after her.
After a bumpy and difficult journey, Aunt Fang finally arrived in Lu County.
Based on the information she heard from Song Ruyan, she found Chu Ang's residence.
It was a magnificent courtyard, which showed that Chu Ang was doing quite well here.
Aunt Fang stood outside the courtyard gate, her heart burning with anger as she recalled her miserable situation.
Just as she was hesitating about how to go in, the courtyard gate opened.
Chu Ang led a seven or eight-year-old boy out, the two chatting and laughing, looking very happy.
"Daddy, where are we going to play today?" the little boy asked innocently.
Just as Chu Ang was about to answer, he saw Aunt Fang standing not far away.
In an instant, his face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Daddy, who is she?" The little boy noticed his father's unusual behavior and asked curiously.
Chu Ang quickly regained his composure, took his son's hand and said, "She's lost and came to ask for directions. You go find your mother first, and your father will give her directions and then come back."
The little boy nodded blankly and skipped back into the yard.
Chu Ang immediately pulled Aunt Fang away from there, and they walked all the way to a deserted alley.
"How did you find this place?" Chu Ang released his grip and asked with a gloomy face.
Aunt Fang sneered, "What, you don't welcome me? Looks like you're having a good time here!"
“I have nothing more to say to you,” Chu Ang said coldly. “You’d better leave here immediately.”
Aunt Fang suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chu Ang's sleeve tightly. "You're so heartless! You're already married with children. You lied to me so badly!"
"What are we going to do, mother and daughter? You just want to abandon us like that?" Aunt Fang cried, tears streaming down her face. "How much have I done for you all these years?"
Chu Ang grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with coldness: "Didn't you also sacrifice my daughter to save your own life?"
Aunt Fang was stunned: "You...you know?"
“I know everything that happened in the capital,” Chu Ang sneered. “You were the one who chose to have an affair with me in secret.”
“I gave you a chance to come with me, but you couldn’t let go of the Chu family’s money, could you? You didn’t want to live a hard life with me.”
Aunt Fang gritted her teeth and said, "Go with you, and become a mistress who can't be seen in public?"
"Look at yourself," Chu Ang said contemptuously. "So selfish and self-serving, how can you compare to my Wan'er? You even want to be my wife?"
A tear rolled down Aunt Fang's cheek. Wan'er? Wan'er?
So, when Chu Ang was moved, he never called her by her name. Her name was Fang Wan'er...
There's another Wan'er...
"How could you do this to me?" Aunt Fang cried out in despair, "I'm carrying your son in my belly!"
Chu Ang sneered: "I already have a son, why would I need the one in your belly?"
Aunt Fang completely broke down and roared, "Fine! Then I'll go find your beloved wife and tell her what a filthy and despicable person you are!"
Upon hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in Chu Ang's eyes. He grabbed Aunt Fang's neck and tightened his grip.
"No...don't..." Aunt Fang struggled, her hands flailing helplessly in the air.
But Chu Ang seemed to be possessed, and the force in his hands grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, Aunt Fang breathed her last, her eyes staring blankly at the sky.
Chu Ang released his grip, stood up, and spat out, "You bitch!"
Just then, a dark figure leaped down from the wall and quickly appeared behind Chu Ang, delivering a chop to the back of his neck.
Chu Ang didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed heavily to the ground.
The man in black crouched down and, after confirming that Aunt Fang was no longer alive, sighed, "Young Madam's calculations were truly accurate."
Meanwhile, in a secret room of the Marquis of Anyang's residence.
Gu Chengyan looked down at Chu Nanxin, who was curled up on the ground, without the slightest pity in his eyes.
Chu Nanxin's condition was extremely miserable; her whole body was rotting, and the secret room was filled with a nauseating stench of decay.
Gu Chengyan covered his nose, his eyes filled with disgust.
It's time for everything to end. Today, let's give Chu Nan a quick and painless end.
As the weather gets warmer, this stench is spreading outside...
Chu Nanxin weakly raised her head, her eyes filled with despair and hatred.
She mustered her last bit of strength from somewhere and rammed into Gu Chengyan.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, Gu Chengyan was knocked to the ground by Chu Nanxin, his head hitting the edge of the stone platform hard.
Blood gushed from his head, staining the ground red.
"You...you despicable woman..."
Chu Nanxin looked at Gu Chengyan lying in a pool of blood, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
She struggled to crawl towards the door, trying to escape this nightmarish place.
However, she had exhausted her strength.
Just as he was about to touch the doorknob, Chu Nanxin collapsed to the ground.
A tear slid down her cheek and fell to the ground. Father, she was really wrong...
The spring day was warm, and the soft sunlight poured down.
Su Wanniang and her nanny walked slowly along the winding corridor. The ancient trees along the corridor cast dappled light and shadows on the two of them.
Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps broke the surrounding tranquility, and Su Wannian subconsciously turned her head.
Several servants were seen carrying a roll of straw mat and hurrying out. The mat was old and tattered, swaying with each step, revealing a pale arm with stiff fingers hanging down.
Su Wan Niang's pupils shrank suddenly. Seeing this, the nanny beside her leaned closer and whispered, "This was carried out from the Third Young Master's courtyard."
Su Wannian nodded slowly. This Gu Chengyan was truly a master of deception…
Seeing Su Wan Niang's solemn expression, the old woman sighed again, "In wealthy families, how many servants don't die every year? It's just a common occurrence."