Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1155: I Regret Not Being Able to Hand Him the Knife While He Was Killing

Chapter 1155: Chapter 1155: I Regret Not Being Able to Hand Him the Knife While He Was Killing

Chen Granny’s gaze occasionally swept towards the door of the flower room, and her speech became even faster than before, "She disappeared a while ago, nobody knows that ever since I married Jingyi, I have been seeing her spirit.

Her face, filled with contortion and hatred, gaped at me when she saw me, as if she wished she could bite me to pieces, even though her brother had avenged her. Looking at a face that resembled Chen Peipei—who had wronged her—her hate couldn’t be extinguished.

Ever since Jingyi’s sister vanished, I’ve been haunted by nightmares every day, reliving in my dreams the desperation and torturous pain she experienced back then.

Actually, in recent years as the ’Puppet Power’ within Jingyi’s sister grew weaker by the day, I knew my retribution had arrived; I’ve lived long enough."

The old woman’s voice was calm and gentle, without any resentment.

Qin Ruan’s gaze scanned the Chen Granny before her, an ordinary elder with no issues in her aura—neither a Mystic Master nor a ’Puppet’.

This piqued her curiosity as to why the other could see Chen Jingyi’s sister.

With these thoughts, she asked the question aloud.

Chen Granny touched the silver hair beside her ear, speaking at a steady pace, "I don’t know either, all these years I’ve pretended not to see her, pretended to be unaware of the things Jingyi did.

So many years have passed, the boy who once stirred my heart now has his hands stained with blood, but I still can’t let go of that initial heart-pounding feeling. We’ve both grown old, and all scores must eventually be settled."

Her eyes once again drifted towards the door of the flower room, her expression livelier than before, no longer as lifeless.

Qin Ruan’s gaze was tranquil, as she pondered over the old woman’s life experiences, detecting something amiss.

Her lips curved up, supporting her cheek with the back of her hand as she smiled and asked the elder before her, "Back then at the disco, you didn’t save them, is this sense of guilt worth it compared to what you’re enduring now?"

Without hesitation, Chen Granny replied, "It’s not about what’s worth it or not, we’re both people with one foot in the grave. Why bother dwelling on past mistakes when pursuing them is meaningless?"

The elder seemed quite forgiving, harboring deep feelings for Mr. Chen, but didn’t she realize that there is karma in this world?

Qin Ruan’s smile slightly faded as she spoke with feigned seriousness, "Mr. Chen has killed so many; I fear he won’t rest in peace after death. The torment of the Eighteen Layers of Hell isn’t easy to bear, even though most of those he killed were deserving villains."

Upon hearing this, Chen Granny’s expression stilled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes clustering and aging her significantly, her silent eyes seemingly brimming with wisdom.

After a moment, she smiled faintly and shook her head, "Jingyi has had a hard life. Having accompanied him for decades, even if he descends into Hell after his death, I will share this sin with him."

Qin Ruan’s gaze lowered, uncertain which of the old lady’s words had struck a chord with her, as her long lashes trembled slightly.

A light laugh then rang out in the quiet flower room.

Qin Ruan looked up again, unable to hide the smile on her face.

She glanced at the mutated Purple Mandala Flower on the nearby shelf, stood up and casually flicked her clothing with slender fingers, brushing off the faint ’Evil Qi’.

Gazing down upon the elder sitting in the wicker chair, her voice calm as water, she said, "People say that extreme intelligence brings hurt, deep love doesn’t last long, everything should be in moderation. It seems you’ve lived your life quite transparently."

Old Mrs. Chen leaned back in her wicker chair, a faint smile on her face, her aged hand tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

Her kind eyes calmly gazed at Qin Ruan, like the depths of a tranquil pool, "Ignorance is bliss."

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows slightly raised, "I think you’re more wise than foolish."

Her gaze swept towards the figure that flashed past the doorway of the greenhouse, then she asked another question, "Do you have any regrets after all these years?"

Old Mrs. Chen showed a look of bewilderment on her face, "Regret what?"

"Regret not rushing into the nightclub back then, regret impersonating your sister and marrying old Mr. Chen, regret not stopping him from committing murder and attracting a multitude of sins."

As soon as Qin Ruan uttered these words, they were met with a slightly louder laugh from the old lady, full of irony and disdain.

She wore a smile on her face, but her eyes held a chilling coldness, "Not rushing into the nightclub back then was an act of my cowardice, but I do not regret it.

If I had really charged in, it would have just been one more life lost. Those people wouldn’t mind one more death to cover up their crimes, and at the time the Ni family wasn’t as prominent as they later became; I was completely insignificant in their eyes.

If I had died then, who would have collected the bodies for Jingyi’s sister and their grandmother? So even after so many years, I have not felt an ounce of regret."

Qin Ruan blinked and looked out at the figure beyond the door, asking in a calm tone, "Was it you who collected their bodies?"

Old Mrs. Chen gripped the armrest of the wicker chair tightly, her eyes closed, her words filled with hatred, "At that time, Jingyi was unconscious in the hospital, unable to leave his sickbed for over half a month. He couldn’t be bothered to collect the bodies of the deceased.

By the time he woke up, the little sister’s and grandmother’s bodies had started to decompose. However, I wasn’t foolish and didn’t make a public appearance. People above wouldn’t dare to meddle with the Chen family further to erase those beasts’ traces, but they kept sending people to watch.

After finding out about the presence of those people, I spent a sum of money to have someone collect and properly bury Jingyi’s sister and their grandmother. It was a close call, but fortunately, they both were safely interred."

Qin Ruan hadn’t expected such internal details. She furrowed her brow, feeling indescribable emotions welling up within her.

She returned to the previous topic and continued to ask, "Impersonating your sister to marry old Mr. Chen and not stopping him from committing murder, you might have felt regret, or perhaps a disturbed conscience?"

"Conscience?" Old Mrs. Chen let out another ironic laugh, looking down at her weathered hands, "My hands are not clean. If it wasn’t to hide my identity, I would have loved to personally hand him the knife when Jingyi was killing."

Qin Ruan found herself feeling a begrudging respect for the old woman’s daring and straightforward nature.

The corners of her eyes lifted in a gentle curve, her lips holding a joyful arc, her whole being seemed very benign, "From what you’re saying, it seems you haven’t done the deed of passing the knife in secret just once?"

Old Mrs. Chen lifted her eyes to Qin Ruan, her gaze inquisitive.

She discovered that this child’s eyes were very beautiful, like the stars in the night sky, pleasant to admire.

She curved her lips, her voice kind and gentle, but the words she spoke sent a chill down one’s spine, "Although Jingyi is meticulously thoughtful, there are times when even he has oversights. To let him seek revenge with a peaceful mind, I always had to clean up those traces thoroughly. As for killing, those people all deserved death.

Child, I am not a kind-hearted person, and there is no need for you to pity me. I can feel that you have some abilities, and I am well aware of what you’ve gone through over this past month; there is no need to trouble yourself, everything I have done has been voluntary."