Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 1693: Yang Ziyu Falls Down the Stairs

Wen Haowen submitted the information of Ning Shuqian’s rickets to the court and tried for divorce. The court automatically terminated the marriage between the two parties.

However, Yang Ziyu’s mood was not so good, because it was completely different from what she had imagined.

Wen Haowen was caught in the storm of public opinion with Ning Shuqian and had lost his reputation. Now he was suspended for investigation by the Wen Corporation Shareholders’ Bureau, and his father-daughter fight also made him the laughing stock.

He had no place in the Wen Corporation.

Media reporters never stopped reporting about her and Wen Haowen’s extramarital affairs. Under the influence of Wen Haowen’s reputation, she was also successfully named as the vixen, shameless mistress, the third party, etc. Her reputation was not much better than Ning Shuqian’s when she first married Wen Haowen into the Wen Family.

In this case, Wen Haowen could not marry her without huge media opinions and criticism.

The child was not born yet. Thus, she had full control of Wen Haowen and could coax him into marrying her.

But once the child was born, everything would be difficult.

She worked hard to scheme and calculate, kicked Ning Shuqian out of the picture, intending to be in the upper hand, but did not expect that her plans were ultimately ruined by Ning Shuqian.

“Ning Shuqian this bitch!” Yang Ziyu could not help it.

Suddenly, a “bang” sound came from the living room. Yang Ziyu thought that the servant had broken something and was about to go downstairs to look at it, but then she met a pair of dark eyes, creepy and gloomy enough to raise the hairs on her arms.

“Ah—” Yang Ziyu was startled and could finally see the person in front of her.

Slightly yellowed hair, tangled and messy like dry paper, scattered on both sides of her cheeks. Her face twisted and deformed, her chin sharp and long, her cheeks sunken into her bones. She did not look human at all.

She was wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital coat with bright red bloodstains on her coat and barefoot.

“You… who are you?” Yang Ziyu looked at the woman in front of her, asking with a quivering voice.

The intense anxiety made Yang Ziyu’s body tremble a little.

“I’m here to take back a life.” Her voice was creepy, weird and fierce.

The woman slowly raised her face and looked at Yang Ziyu with a grin. Her smile was like an evil spirit, and she was a life-threatening soul.

“You are Ning Shu… Qian!” Yang Ziyu reacted suddenly, turned and ran to the room.

Yang Ziyu did not expect that the woman standing outside the door was actually Ning Shuqian. She did not think that in just a few days, Ning Shuqian had become like this ghost.

“Want to escape?” Five fingers as thin as firewood suddenly clamped onto Yang Ziyu’s arm.

“Ah—what are you doing?” Yang Ziyu screamed frantically.

She was extremely terrified. Ning Shuqian was crazy and she did not know what she was capable of.

“I want to destroy you on behalf of the Earth!”

Ning Shuqian smiled strangely. Her eerie smile, coupled with her distorted face, was even more terrifying than a ghost. She reached her sharp five fingers and gestured at Yang Ziyu. How could she be Ning Shuqian’s opponent.

“Don’t… help, ah…” Yang Ziyu closed her eyes in fright, screaming wildly, hoping that the servant could hear her cry for help and come to her.

Ning Shuqian stared at her strangely. “Even if you call until your voice goes hoarse, no one can hear you.”

She slowly revealed her entire distorted face, blood-stained her face, giving her a terrifying expression, completely like a commanding evil spirit crawling out of hell.

“You… you… what did you do?”

As Yang Ziyu thought of the crisp “bang” sound that she heard just now and thought back to the blood on Ning Shuqian’s body and the meaning behind her words, her mind suddenly went blank.

There were only two servants in the villa, and one of them just happened to be on break today.

“Such an enviable belly, how many months is it? Is it going to come out soon?” Ning Shuqian’s weird voice had a bitterness in it.

Her dark eyes stared at Yang Ziyu’s round belly, and she stretched out her thin bony fingers and gently stroked her belly.

“Nine… nine months, and… twenty… days, till the due date.”

Yang Ziyu felt Ning Shuqian’s skinny and sharp fingers. Under the pale white skin, her green tendons were tangled and her five fingers were like a steel knife, stroking her belly gently. But there was a kind of upright, creepy coldness to it.

Pregnant women were prone to sweat in the first place, and she was frightened by Ning Shuqian. She was sweating so much her entire body was wet and stiff and she afraid to move.

“Boy or girl?” Ning Shuqian’s sharp nails gently scratched her belly.

If her child was not lost, would she be just like her one day, full belly bulging and waiting for the due date?

But her child was gone.

Bloodily.

It cried and shouted every night at her, “Mom, it hurt!”

“B… boy!” Sweat rolled down from her pale forehead. Yang Ziyu felt Ning Shuqian’s five steel knife-like fingers, as if she could scratch her belly with one move. She could even see the spasms of her blood vessels, each pump of her blood telling her that Ning Shuqian was crazy.

“You should all go to hell, go to hell to be buried with my child…” Ning Shuqian screamed suddenly and pushed Yang Ziyu fiercely.

“Ah—” Yang Ziyu screamed as her feet tripped and her body suddenly fell down from the stairs on the second floor. Blood ran out from between her legs, running along her body, causing a trail of blood.

“Go to hell—” Ning Shuqian burst into a roar of madness.

She watched Yang Ziyu tumble and lie on the ground, the blood between her legs flowing and spreading around her instantly. Thinking of how she, too, was lying on the ground in such despair and helplessness back then, the sense of revenge suddenly burst in her heart.

“Save… save me…” Yang Ziyu was lying in a pool of blood, her body contracting sharply due to the pain, and her whole body was convulsing.

“Hahahaha…” Ning Shuqian laughed frantically.

Didn’t Wen Haowen value the child in Yang Ziyu’s belly?

She just wanted to make his happiness in vain.

Didn’t Yang Ziyu want to use her child to marry Wen Haowen?

She wanted to see if Wen Haowen would still marry her after she lost her child.