Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 881: Everything you’ve experienced is just the son paying for the father’s debts.

Chapter 881: Chapter 881: Everything you’ve experienced is just the son paying for the father’s debts.

It was a ruthless statement without any real confidence, yet it was shouted loudly.

Hen Nianzhen’s lips curved downward, her chin lifted slightly, and she smiled coldly, "Really, you think you can stand up to me?"

Her eyes measured Taixing from head to toe as if he were a piece of dead meat on a chopping board, her deep affection both boring and disdainful as if she found the meat spoiled, too dirty to even touch.

Even though both had become Puppets, Taixing still feared Hen Nianzhen in a way that seeped into his bones and blood, making him too scared to continue his defiance.

Hen Nianzhen’s pallid lips parted and closed, "Waste!"

"Why?" Taixing looked at her with desperation and asked, "Aren’t there a hundred days of grace for a night of marriage? I’ve followed you for so long, why would you push me toward death?"

Hen Nianzhen’s charming and passionate eyes narrowed, her voice cool as she said, "It’s the Taixing family who owes me—"

Taixing’s expression was one of brief astonishment as he asked, "Owe you what?!"

Qin Ruan listened to the conversation between Hen Nianzhen and Taixing, tired from standing. She retreated several steps and leaned her lower back against the railing of the second floor, resting her hands on the bar.

She focused on the black fog brought from the Netherworld and waved her hand, causing the thick fog to dissipate quickly.

As the fog cleared, Ke Zhibin clearly saw Hen Nianzhen, feet off the ground, floating in the corridor.

Since learning of Hen Nianzhen’s affair and that she had committed murder, dragging both his mother and young son into the fray, this was Ke Zhibin’s first encounter with her.

All the evidence that had been collected was sent to the police department, and he had his secretary follow through with everything without showing himself once.

Now seeing his ex-wife again, Ke Zhibin felt an indescribable mix of hatred and sorrow deep within his heart.

He hadn’t shown himself because he didn’t know how to face Hen Nianzhen, fearing he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from killing her, yet also fearing he’d foolishly ask why she betrayed him.

Whichever answer it might be, he didn’t need it. As a businessman pursuing profit, he had made his choice at the first instance when the incident occurred.

With his status as the president of Yahuang Entertainment, there was no shortage of women who desired him. Even though he had a wife over the years, he occasionally indulged in affairs outside of his marriage.

He never got involved in any emotional entanglements and had given Hen Nianzhen the greatest respect in their marriage.

When their marriage first began, it was Ke Zhibin who had been captivated by her beauty. But as they spent time together, their compatibility fostered a marriage that lasted for years.

Hen Nianzhen’s infidelity was within the bounds of tolerance, but she should not have committed murder, should not have threatened the lives of his mother and young son.

Sensing Ke Zhibin’s complex and intense gaze, Hen Nianzhen did not even give him a glance.

Looking down from her lofty position, she sneered coldly at Taixing, who stood flanked by two Underworld Envoys, "The once influential director of Cloud City, Taixing, had everything within grasp—wealth and beauty aplenty—before his downfall."

Taixing’s face showed shock, his eyes wide as he said, "You knew my dad!"

Five years ago, he too had been a rich second-generation, squandering wealth, surrounded by luxury cars and beautiful women, with a horde of fair-weather friends.

After his father fell from power, he became a dog fallen into water, deserted by all, avoided by everyone.

Stripped of all possessions, with only a cursory knowledge of the entertainment industry, his father died mysteriously in prison, and as his son, Taixing was pushed by creditors into making a living in the entertainment world."

Qin Ruan took pleasure in watching the drama unfold. She beckoned to Ke Zhibin, who was slumped on the carpet, "You can see and hear better from this close distance."

Bringing Hen Nianzhen up from the Netherworld was not just driven by Qin Ruan’s curiosity but also to enlighten Ke Zhibin.

After cleaning up the mess to perfection, she felt she lived up to the trust and had no guilt when collecting the Evil Qi.

Ke Zhibin’s eyes looked at Hen Nianzhen, his gaze extremely complex. He obediently got up from the ground at Qin Ruan’s command and walked to her with stiff steps.

Hen Nianzhen gathered her hair beside her ears and said slowly, smiling proudly at Taixing, "Your dad owes me a life. Back then, your dad played me, and now, Old Mother has slept with his son. This feeling is simply too thrilling!"

She smiled so proudly, so contentedly.

In her seductive eyes, Qin Ruan saw not a trace of mirth, just lifeless emptiness as if the soul was slowly fading into nothingness.

Hen Nianzhen’s spirit floated towards Taixing, ignoring the cold air from the two Underworld Envoys, she forcefully pinched Taixing’s chin to lift it.

She chuckled, "What I did to you is nothing compared to the agony your father inflicted on me all those years ago, just child’s play.

It’s a pity that there are so many interesting things I haven’t experienced yet. By the way, do you know what your current predicament is called?"

No matter how desolate Hen Nianzhen’s eyes were, what showed on her face was pure, genuine triumph.

Upon hearing this, Taixing was completely stunned.

He looked as if he heard something utterly unacceptable, his face contorting in horror.

Not just Taixing, but even Qin Ruan and Ke Zhibin were dumbstruck, shocked to their core by the astonishing secrets that Hen Nianzhen revealed.

Boy, this is one spicy piece of drama!

Hen Nianzhen’s nails dug into Taixing, with dark red blood oozing from beneath her fingernails.

She smiled tenderly at the man before her, "Kid, what you’re going through is just a case of the son paying for the father’s debts.

You should know that your dad played dirtier than I did back then. You haven’t experienced anything yet. Back in the day, I nearly lost my life to him. Why do you think the Taixing family fell apart a few years ago?"

As despair and collapse appeared on Taixing’s face, Hen Nianzhen boasted with childlike glee, "Because it was all my doing. I sent all those who hurt me in the past straight to Hell, every last one of them scum, lunatics, freaks, weirdos!"

Taixing’s soul quivered like a sieve, stammering, "But I have never done anything to wrong you!"

He was genuinely terrified of Hen Nianzhen now; this woman was definitely abnormal, her psychology incredibly twisted.

"Indeed, but just seeing you brings back the agonizing memories of torment that haunted me day and night. I can’t help but recall that I too struggled to cling to life once."

Hen Nianzhen wiped at a nonexistent tear from her eye, "Fifteen years ago, I nearly lost half my life clawing my way out of Hell, covered in wounds, soaked in blood, knowing feelings only I could fully understand.

Seeing you wear your fake masks getting along everywhere, I couldn’t help but want the main culprit’s son to personally experience the pain I endured. Such a feeling must be incredibly rewarding."

Taixing looked at Hen Nianzhen with horror-filled eyes, searching her face for a sign of excitement, but he completely broke down, screaming in rage, "You’re a lunatic, you’re the craziest one, a freak!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Hen Nianzhen responded graciously with a nod of thanks.

She tilted her head, shaking it in disappointment at Taixing, "It’s a shame, though, your heart is even more ruthless than mine, having the guts to kill a girlfriend you’ve been dating for so many years.

You couldn’t even let me have my fun before actively seeking your own death. Had you not had someone run over that poor girl, I definitely would have let you live a couple more years."

"Aaahhhh!!!!"

Taixing screamed in agony, unable to accept this truth.