Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 723 - 310 wants the Yu family to live rather than die_2

Chapter 723: 310 wants the Yu family to live rather than die_2

Chong Ming felt a hint of secret joy in his heart; this proved that the boss trusted him enough.

Shen You’an sneered coldly, "Of course, it wasn’t an accident."

As long as Sang Ziming was around, Mei Lvge could never rise to power.

But even taking Sang Ziming’s life wasn’t enough — Mei Lvge sought out a Mage to suppress Sang Ziming’s corpse, cursing her descendants to die miserable deaths.

Shen You’an thought about her past life. As Sang Ziming’s sole surviving descendant, she indeed had died miserably.

On that fateful night, she learned the secret buried deep in Mei Lvge’s heart from the old woman’s deranged ramblings. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to strangle the crone in front of her.

Yet Mei Lvge could not die. After committing so much evil and living a life of privilege, letting her die so easily would be far too merciful.

She wanted Mei Lvge to live—to linger on in a miserable existence, alive yet worse than dead. She wanted Mei Lvge to personally witness the downfall of her proud lineage and see her once-revered wealth and power vanish like smoke. And she wanted Mei Lvge to watch Sang Ziming’s descendants flourish in glory, while she and the Yu family’s offspring fell into ruin.

This wasn’t nearly enough. It was far from sufficient to repay the atrocities committed against Sang Ziming and her descendants. Far from enough.

"Chong Ming, tell me, how can I make a person — an entire family — suffer to the point that they wish they were dead, drowning in pain and regret?"

The young woman’s voice was soft, yet bone-chillingly cold, causing Chong Ming to involuntarily shudder.

"There are countless ways to torment someone. But no matter how it’s done, it can’t truly relieve hatred. The dead can’t be brought back to life, and the suffering endured can’t simply be erased... "

Chong Ming sighed. Honestly, he deeply understood the boss’s feelings.

"Still, if we can ease the hatred even by a fraction, we should. Those malicious monsters can’t be allowed to gloat and thrive for another day."

Chong Ming clenched his fist, his face eager and ready, "How about we take action tonight?"

"I’m planning to send the two elders abroad. Since they seem to like you, why don’t you accompany them?"

Chong Ming: ...

"Whatever the boss wants me to do, I’ll do."

The room gradually fell silent. Shen You’an pushed open the door and stepped in.

The table was in disarray, and two people were slumped over it, both passed out drunk.

Shen You’an walked to the bedside, pried out a brick, and reached inside to retrieve something wrapped in a handkerchief.

She unfolded it to reveal a jade bracelet and a white jade token.

Both items were exquisite treasures, glowing brilliantly under the dim light of the night and illuminating the room as if it had turned bright.

Chong Ming glanced at them and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn’t this jade token the symbol of the betrothal with the Gu family?"

Shen You’an rewrapped the items and placed them into her backpack.

Chong Ming studied her for a moment before leaning closer, "Boss, so Gu Bichen is your fiancé. How does that feel?"

"You talk too much," she replied.

Shen You’an packed the well-worn poetry book at the bedside table into her bag, along with Shen Qiunong’s frequently used wooden comb. She brought nothing else, leaving behind all the old, tattered clothing.

She slung the backpack across her chest, grabbed a blanket, and walked over to Shen Qiunong, wrapping her entirely in the blanket before lifting her onto her back. She then pulled out a pre-prepared rope and secured Shen Qiunong in place.

Chong Ming mimicked her actions and hefted Yu Yisen onto his back.

The two elderly figures were so frail that they barely weighed anything. With both Shen You’an and Chong Ming being practiced martial artists, their strong physiques enabled them to carry the elders and move swiftly.

Shen You’an stepped out of the room and took a lingering glance at the mottled, dilapidated space, her eyes growing faintly wet.

She spoke with a tender yet resolute voice, "Grandpa, Grandma, from now on, I won’t let you suffer anymore."

This place that has sealed away your lives for over twenty years will turn to ashes, destroyed forever.

Chong Ming glanced at Shen You’an, nodded, and, as they passed by the coal stove, kicked it over with a single blow.

Burning coal scattered across the floor, scorching a large hole into the wooden planks.

Without looking back, Shen You’an marched straight into the dark night.

In an unseen corner, two guards lay unconscious from drunken stupor.

Their escape from Silent Garden was met with no resistance, and before long, they arrived at the precipitous suspension bridge.

Shen You’an turned to Chong Ming, "Are you confident?"

Chong Ming raised his brows, "Boss, are you underestimating me?"

During the day, bold individuals might attempt crossing such a bridge, but now it was a pitch-black night, compounded by snowy conditions. The bridge was covered in icy spikes and snow, dangerously slippery—a single misstep could lead to a fatal fall.

Which was exactly why the Yu family felt no need to guard Shen Qiunong and Yu Yisen in the rear mountains; neither a blind woman nor a cripple could escape even if given one hundred chances.

Under the faint glimmer of the snowy night, Shen You’an stepped onto the suspension bridge without hesitation.

Thankfully, their crossing was surprisingly uneventful.

Once across, the two quickly descended the mountain.

Shen You’an had traversed the mountain path no fewer than ten times and was thoroughly familiar with the guards’ shift rotations. Though surveillance cameras dotted the area, rendering them inoperative was mere child’s play for the legendary hacker "Phoenix."

Half an hour later, Shen You’an and Chong Ming reached the foot of the mountain without a hitch.

A black sedan stood silently waiting there.

Li Ku stepped out from the car, swiftly opening the rear door. Shen You’an loaded Shen Qiunong inside before bending to climb in herself.

Chong Ming placed Yu Yisen onto the remaining rear seat, shut the door, and agilely slid into the passenger seat.

The group worked efficiently, and within mere moments, the car sped away from the base of the mountain.

Just as they left, the Yu family’s patrol team approached and swept their flashlights around the area, finding nothing suspicious.

In the latter half of the night, snowflakes began to drift down, perfectly erasing all traces of footprints and tire tracks.

Then, someone in the patrol team suddenly pointed toward the distant mountaintop, "There’s firelight there—isn’t the manor burning?"

The team leader frowned deeply and immediately used the radio to report the situation.

The nearest patrol rushed over, only to find Silent Garden fully ablaze, the flames growing increasingly intense. The fresh snow did nothing to stem the inferno.

Towering fire consumed Silent Garden entirely.

Yu Fusheng was awakened by his secretary and frowned irritably, "Has Grandmother’s condition worsened again?"

The secretary’s expression was grave and said, "Sir, the Silent Garden in the rear mountains has caught fire. The blaze is too severe to save. Everything in the manor has been burned to ashes."

Yu Fusheng exhaled in relief, "So it’s just the rear mountain, that’s fine."

The secretary reminded him, "But sir, there were people still confined inside Silent Garden."

Yu Fusheng furrowed his brows and turned to the secretary.

With too many matters to handle, he never bothered to remember such trivial details.

The secretary leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said, "It’s Yu Yisen and his wife."

Yu Fusheng paused briefly, his tense lips loosening. He grumbled indifferently, "Terrible timing to die. How unlucky."