A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1550 - 300: Some Kind of Symbol—Doomed Either Way (Second Update)
The words fell as he charged at Yun Ya with a knife, his eyes fierce and resolute.
Yun Ya cursed him as a lunatic. You can’t reason with these maniacs; they think the world revolves around them and dare to kill if anything displeases them.
The words fell as he charged at Yun Ya with a knife, his eyes fierce and resolute.
Yun Ya cursed him as a lunatic. You can’t reason with these maniacs; they think the world revolves around them and dare to kill if anything displeases them.
She swiftly rolled off the sofa, retreating quickly to the door. However, Qiao Wen’er reacted just as fast, catching up with a quick step and grabbing Yun Ya’s arm. Her grip was strong, causing Yun Ya’s skin to ache.
She kicked her in the stomach with her back leg, making Qiao Wen’er retreat, clutching her stomach in pain, her eyes fierce, giving Yun Ya no time to breathe as she charged once more, gritting her teeth.
Yun Ya dodged, feeling her own anger rise, her eyes scanning the surroundings for a handy tool. She had learned a few moves from Uncle Chang, not enough to fight a master, but more than enough to handle someone with no real skills.
As Qiao Wen’er charged again, Yun Ya used a capture move to seize her shoulder, striking her arm joint with knife-like fingers, making the knife in her hand drop to the ground.
Yet Qiao Wen’er had a high tolerance for pain, grunting and then suddenly reaching for Yun Ya’s neck with her other hand. Yun Ya’s back hit the wall, and Qiao Wen’er’s grip tightened, but she suddenly screamed and staggered back a step.
Yun Ya looked up to see blood dripping from her hand.
Quickly raising her hand to her neck, she found that the silver lump had somehow broken open, transforming into a radiant, enchanting purple flower surrounded by swaying petals, as vibrant and lifelike as a true blossom.
Just now, a silver needle fine as ox hair had shot out from the flower into Qiao Wen’er’s palm. Acting quickly, the flesh of her palm had turned to mush, and the entire arm was rapidly turning a terrifying blue-purple.
The silver needle was poisoned!
Qiao Wen’er fell to the ground, clutching her arm, her palm blackened and oozing pus, looking extremely horrifying, her face twisted with disbelief and agony.
"My arm..." The veins were bulging on her fair skin.
Suppressing her shock, Yun Ya quickly walked over, pressing an acupoint on her chest to stop the spread of the poison, examining the wound and realizing how potent the poison was; her arm might be crippled.
She took a handkerchief, pulling the silver needle from Qiao Wen’er’s hand and examining it closely. It was smaller than a regular needle, almost invisible to the naked eye, yet incredibly sharp, with its tip glistening with a cold light.
"Save... save me..." Qiao Wen’er begged, clutching Yun Ya with her unharmed hand.
Yun Ya coldly laughed, "You just tried to kill me, why should I save you?"
Qiao Wen’er gritted her teeth, "You... you’ll die a horrible death..."
"Sooner or later, we’re all going to die. What does a good death or bad death matter?" Yun Ya retorted mockingly.
Seeing Yun Ya unmoved, Qiao Wen’er was filled with hatred and regret, never expecting that this woman had hidden mechanisms on her, which was lethal!
Yun Ya straightened up, quickly pacing around the room. Though she loathed the woman, if she actually died here, it would be hard to explain.
She called Uncle Chang to have someone come to deal with the aftermath.
The people came quickly, handling Qiao Wen’er, while Yun Ya thoughtfully touched the necklace at her neck.
She hadn’t expected this thing to have a hidden mechanism. For two years, she hadn’t been able to remove it. Neither acid, intense heat, nor pliers could break it. Just when she almost got used to wearing it, it suddenly caused this kind of upheaval.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing a purple flower the size of a thumbnail, its slender, curled petals vibrant and bizarre, with tiny holes in the center discernible only by close inspection. The silver needle must have shot out from those holes.
Touching it, the chill beneath her fingers made her heart clench, reminding her uneasily of the masked man from two years ago.
What did he mean by leaving this on her? Was it for protection? A tracker? Or... some sort of symbol?
A faint fragrance wafted past Yun Ya’s nose, a scent she’s never smelled before, yet somehow it felt strangely familiar...
She suddenly raised a hand to rub her temples, feeling dizzy, unable to resist shaking her head.
"Miss Ji?" a gentle voice came from outside the door.
