Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 51

“Dad, please continue. Third Master is listening. He just has his arms around me, so he can’t hold the phone,” Ye Qianqian explained considerately.

“……”

“Dad, Third Master has been with me these past few days. How could he have scared Mom? Is Mom deliberately slandering him again?”

“……”

Though Ye Qianqian couldn’t hear the old man’s words, she could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the line, he was clearly furious.

She just didn’t know who had provoked him. “Dad, are you feeling unwell? Should we come back?”

“Yes, come back immediately. Your mother doesn’t want to live anymore!” The old man’s voice was strained with anger.

“If she doesn’t want to live, let her die. Living is just a waste of food.”

“Dad, we’re heading to the old house now. We’ll hang up first!” Lu Jingchen and Ye Qianqian spoke in unison.

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s merciless words, Ye Qianqian quickly ended the call, afraid the old man might have a heart attack.

“Wife, you shouldn’t indulge them,” Lu Jingchen said in a low voice, tinged with helplessness.

“I love my husband, so naturally, I want to love those he loves. But if you mind, I won’t act on my own in the future!”

As she spoke, Ye Qianqian stuck out her tongue playfully at Lu Jingchen. She was only curious to see how Li Yurou, with her tendons severed, could still manage to fight.

Indulge the old lady?

The Living King of Hell was overthinking it!

Her own mother had been driven to the hospital by Xie Yun and her daughter, yet she hadn’t even visited. Some people simply didn’t deserve to be mothers.

The Ye matriarch, who favored her adopted daughter, didn’t deserve it.

The old lady, who had abused her son since childhood, deserved it even less!

The old man stood at the entrance of the living room, gripping his phone tightly as he watched through the glass door the vicious scene between his young wife and the woman who looked neither human nor ghost.

He was so furious he nearly choked on his breath. Thinking of his youngest son’s cruelty, his cold-blooded ruthlessness, he now didn’t even dare to die.

After a long silence, the exhausted old man finally spoke weakly, “Both of you, stop this nonsense. Jingchen will be back soon!”

“You old fool, why aren’t you helping me? Why call that beast back?” the disheveled old lady snarled.

…

When Lu Jingchen and Ye Qianqian entered, they saw Li Yurou biting down on the old lady’s hair, refusing to let go.

The old man stood hunched but didn’t call the bodyguards to intervene, allowing the old lady to kick and punch Li Yurou.

“Chen Ruyi, you scourge, why don’t you just die? If it weren’t for you, our family wouldn’t have fallen apart!” Li Yurou screamed hysterically.

“Yurou, how dare you blame me? If it weren’t for me, would you even exist in this world?”

“Do you think I wanted to be born? Open your damn eyes and look at me, what have I become?”

“You didn’t say that when you were enjoying the luxuries I gave you. Have you forgotten how you used to chase after me, calling me ‘Mom Ruyi’?”

“Ugh! You forced me to call you that! You’re a lunatic, a madwoman! A big madwoman giving birth to a little madwoman, you all deserve to die!”

“You dare insult me and that beast like this? Aren’t you afraid of death? He’ll be here soon!”

“Afraid? I just want to die quickly. Madmen are too terrifying!” Li Yurou trembled violently, her voice shaking.

“Want to die? Keep dreaming,” Lu Jingchen’s voice was icy, his expression dark and menacing.

“Take them away. They’re too hideous, don’t let them scare my wife.”

Ding Fan swiftly covered Li Yurou’s mouth, and soon bodyguards dragged her away.

“Beast! I’m your mother! Have you no humanity? Husband, save me!” The old madam hurried to the old master’s side, clutching his hand.

“Oh, so you remember you’re his mother now? My husband is just treating you the way you treated him. Why are you so upset all of a sudden?”

Ye Qianqian clung to Lu Jingchen’s arm, tilting her head up with a smug look.

“…Mmph… mmph…” The old madam’s mouth was covered by the old master, not just muffling her sounds, she didn’t dare utter any more vile words.

Her eyes burned crimson as she glared at Ye Qianqian, the hatred in her gaze almost enough to swallow her whole.

“What are you glaring at? Keep it up, and I’ll gouge your eyes out. If it weren’t for my husband’s filial piety, do you really think you’d still be living in luxury here?”

The moment Ye Qianqian mentioned his “filial piety,” Lu Jingchen felt a flicker of embarrassment, but his heart melted completely.

From childhood, the greatest malice he had ever experienced came from his own mother, countless cruel words, endless schemes.

He thought he had grown immune, but it turned out he had underestimated her.

She would stop at nothing to destroy him, so he had to prove his worth early.

Only if he was “valuable” would his father invest resources in him, giving him the means to rise.

Usefulness meant authority, and being feared meant safety. He had to grow strong before the Lu family tree fell.

His two older brothers weren’t uninterested in the Lu empire, they just lacked the ability and knew better than to provoke him.

He hadn’t killed her for two reasons: she had given him life, and his father had once helped him.

But the main reason was that he still needed tempering. He kept her around to harden his heart, to remind himself never to soften.

Of course, there had been a sliver of hope, what if she changed? What if she ever showed remorse?

But after he turned eight, she could no longer harm him directly. Though she schemed endlessly, she never dared confront him openly.

Any underhanded attacks, he repaid a hundredfold.

She had often colluded with outsiders to sabotage him, yet he never considered killing her until now. Now, he had someone precious to protect.

Loving someone meant having a weakness. He didn’t fear her harming him, only her harming his wife.

That was why he had sent Li Yurou to her side, to drive her mad, to justify locking her away for good.

He never expected his wife not only to stand by him fearlessly but to defend him outright. The thought made Lu Jingchen smile.

When the old madam saw that smile, terror crawled down her spine.

Years ago, she had seen him smile once and soon after, her first love called to tell her the beast had skinned him alive.

She knew he had always wanted her dead, but she wasn’t afraid. As long as the old man lived, he couldn’t touch her.

What infuriated her most was that if he wanted to kill her, he should at least look at her like an enemy.

But every time his eyes fell on her, it was like a butcher sizing up meat, dividing her into cuts of pork, head, trotters, ribs…

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, tears streaming down her face.

Ye Qianqian sneered. “You dare cry? These pitiful little whimpers won’t earn you any sympathy. If you want to move people, at least make it beautiful. Keep your eyes brimming with tears to make the emotions appear more profound. The tears should only begin to fall just as you finish delivering your lines. Each tear must be crystal clear, like pearls, dropping one by one, never lingering on your face. Your facial control is also lacking. Flaring nostrils and a reddened nose are simply unsightly.”