Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 203 - 203 There is still one chance

Chapter 203: There is still one chance Chapter 203: There is still one chance “Talk.”

After sending the message, Mu Yanzhou put away his phone, lowered his gaze towards Chong Wanyin, and spoke with a calmness that was terrifying, “What secret of yours did Yinxi discover that year, which led you to murder her so brutally?”

Chong Wanyin shook her head violently, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t kill Yinxi. Yanzhou, you’ve really misunderstood me. Yinxi was my best friend; how could I possibly kill her!”

Fearing that Mu Yanzhou wouldn’t believe her, Chong Wanyin’s tears fell in large drops, “Yanzhou, I admired you so much back then, but when you got together with Yinxi, I just stepped back silently. But Yinxi and I were still good friends.”

At this point, Chong Wanyin’s voice became increasingly choked up, “Yinxi died in an accident, and my heart aches no less than yours. But Yanzhou, how could you suspect that I killed her? How could I possibly murder Yinxi?”

Chong Wanyin was very skilled at manipulating people’s hearts.

Her acting skills were also top-notch.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to keep her secret for so many years and smoothly secure her position as the lady of a prominent family.

Mu Yanzhou, however, watched Chong Wanyin’s performance with no expression, and by the end, he had lost his patience, “Hong Wanying, I’ll give you one more chance. Are you going to talk or not?”

Chong Wanyin continued to feign innocence, “Yanzhou, I don’t know what you’re talking about—cough cough cough…”

She coughed as she spoke.

Making her innocence appear all the more convincing.

But Mu Yanzhou’s patience had run out. He swiftly cut Chong Wanyin’s Achilles tendon.

Blood poured out, and Chong Wanyin was in so much pain that she couldn’t utter a sound; she could only open her eyes wide, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Mu Yanzhou’s hands were soaked with fresh blood; he let go of Chong Wanyin’s foot and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, meticulously wiping the blood from his hands.

His eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool until the handkerchief was soaked with the blood he wiped off. He frowned slightly and tossed it aside with disdain.

Then he lowered his head, looking at Chong Wanyin’s bleeding foot, “Still not going to talk?”

Chong Wanyin was in so much pain she was nearly fainting. She bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming but still shook her head, “Yanzhou, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Mu Yanzhou reached out and grasped Chong Wanyin’s wrist, his gaze falling on her face, which was woven with lies, “Won’t talk?”

Fear appeared in Chong Wanyin’s eyes, “Yanzhou, Yanzhou, Yanzhou I—ah…!!”

With a snap,

This time, Chong Wanyin let out a heart-wrenching scream.

As Mu Yanzhou released his grip, Chong Wanyin’s bent wrist fell limp; her hand had been crushed and broken.

Mu Yanzhou emotionlessly grabbed Chong Wanyin’s other wrist, “Remember this scene?”

Chong Wanyin’s expression was one of agony.

Mu Yanzhou reminded her, “Yinxi’s arm was dislocated and the bone fractured. Do you remember that scene?”

Chong Wanyin was gasping for breath, “No, no…”

Mu Yanzhou’s hands were slowly increasing in pressure, “When this bone breaks, what comes next? A rib?”

Chong Wanyin closed her eyes in pain, “If I talk, will you let me go?”

Blood was smeared over Mu Yanzhou’s eyelids, “If you talk, I’ll leave this hand to you.”

Chong Wanyin didn’t quite believe it.

She didn’t believe that Mu Yanzhou would really let her go today.

But the alternative to silence was a fate worse than death.

“You can also choose not to talk,” Mu Yanzhou read Chong Wanyin’s thoughts and told her, “And what follows, I will inflict every single wound found on Yinxi’s body onto yours.”