Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 2023 - 505: The Downfall of the Huang Family

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, especially for the young couple from Gu’s, who live as if every day is Valentine’s Day.

The lovebirds whipped up a sumptuous dinner. As a top-notch husband, Gu Yelin made sure his beloved wife was well-fed and rosy-cheeked.

After dinner, An Yiqing checked Gu Yelin’s body once more, reassured that his injuries had fully healed.

"The investigation is complete. There was indeed someone directing Xia Tian behind the scenes, and you actually know who it is."

An Yiqing’s eyes turned cold, "Who is it?"

"It’s Huang Jian, the eldest son of the Huang Family of Tea Province."

Appearing puzzled, An Yiqing pondered for a long time before she managed to recall a nearly forgotten face and match it with Huang Jian’s name.

She had almost forgotten about this character, but it seems he’s rushing to meet his doom.

Gu Yelin didn’t touch the Huang Family, knowing that once An Yiqing finished her retreat, she would certainly want to handle Huang Jian personally. He decided to let Huang Jian revel in his final days before his demise.

Tea Province.

Huang Jian had been having a rough time. Xia Jun was completely ousted from his position as director, and Xia Tian vanished without a trace. The abrupt changes had him on edge, reaching out to his contacts to investigate thoroughly, but garnered no results.

The entire police department clammed up, not daring to utter a word about Xia Tian and Xia Jun’s whereabouts.

This made Huang Jian even more anxious, realizing that only Gu Yelin could inspire such fear that they’d rather offend the Huang Family than reveal the truth.

Foolish Xia Tian, couldn’t even handle such a small matter!

Huang Jian gritted his teeth, downing the whiskey from his glass. Frustrated, he adjusted his tie, continually racking his brain for escape strategies.

To avoid incriminating himself, Huang Jian erased all traces when contacting Xia Tian, be it call logs or surveillance footage. Yet, he still felt uneasy at the thought of Gu Yelin’s penetrating, insightful gaze, sending chills through him.

Throwing money to the waiter in frustration, he ignored his riotous friends’ attempts to stop him and left the bar with a dark expression.

February in Tea Province had a slight chill, but sitting in his car, Huang Jian still felt a burning restlessness. He opened the car window, letting the piercing cold wind rush in, jolting his senses and calming him somewhat.

Slamming the accelerator, the black Mercedes roared like a cheetah, speeding through the midnight darkness.

It was already past 1 a.m., Huang Jian’s car speeding down the desolate road as he neared Huang Family Villa, his mind gradually relaxed.

Suddenly—

"Young Master Huang..."

The ethereal female voice suddenly sounded from behind, making Huang Jian’s scalp tingle and sending shivers through him. The car drew a heavy curve on the road before crashing into the roadside barrier.

Clouds of white smoke mixed with dust spread everywhere, the expensive Mercedes’ front wrecked beyond recognition. Huang Jian, collapsed over the steering wheel, cold sweat sliding from his forehead. He dared not lift his head for fear of seeing a terrifying ghost in white!

Knowing full well he was alone in the car, the woman’s voice...

...Could it be the vengeful spirit of a woman he once toyed with?!

An Yiqing, sitting in the backseat, curved her lips playfully. If you don’t do anything wrong, you won’t fear ghosts knocking at your door. Looks like Huang Jian was never short of wrongdoing.

Thinking like this, An Yiqing’s mischievousness flared up.

Mobilizing her Inner Breath, a gust of wind emerged from her palm, slowly drifting toward Huang Jian. With the breeze came the temperature of the Internal Breath Flame, alternating between cold and scorching.

"...Young Master Huang, I died so tragically... It’s so cold in Hell, come down and accompany me..."

Huang Jian was terrified, the eerie "ghostly wind" made his heart shatter, and the mournful feminine voice echoing in his ears sent his soul fleeing. He dared not lift his head, fearing to meet a pair of bloody eyes. Cowering over the steering wheel, Huang Jian pleaded and retraced the women he might have toyed to their deaths.

An Yiqing played on for a while, Huang Jian incessantly pleading, crying as though he lost his father. She suddenly felt bored, such a pathetic coward, not at all interesting.

Pulling out a Silver Needle, she jabbed it into Huang Jian’s neck, the man who was wailing like a ghost suddenly went silent, falling into slumber.