Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 233; Kidnapping 6

A company to make profitable. Children to raise. A life to build from the ruins of the old one.

And Lu Zeyan’s suffering, while satisfying, was just one small piece of a much larger puzzle.

One that she was determined to complete.

No matter what it costs.

No matter who was suspected.

No matter what.

They soon settled into the private examination room, sterile white walls, medical equipment arranged with precise efficiency, a cushioned exam table where Lu Yuze carefully laid Yuyan down. The monitoring equipment continued to beep steadily, reassuring in its consistency.

Shuyin stood near the window, her hands clasped tightly together, still fighting residual tremors. Her mind was already calculating the next steps: Chen Xiao’s arrival, medical clearance, getting home, and managing Lu Cheng’s suspicions.

Footsteps approached in the hallway, confident and measured, carrying the professional cadence of someone accustomed to authority.

The door swung open, and a voice preceded the figure entering. "Mr. Lu, I came as quickly as....."

The words died mid-sentence.

Shuyin turned at the sound, and the moment her eyes landed on the newcomer, her entire body went rigid. Every muscle locked into place as recognition slammed through her like a physical blow.

Dr. Zhang stood in the doorway, his medical coat pristine and perfectly pressed, his expression arranged in professional concern. He looked older than her memories, graying at the temples now, lines carved around his eyes that hadn’t been there before, but the face was unmistakable.

She knew that face.

Had stared at it while strapped to cold examination tables, while needles pierced her skin again and again and again. Had watched those features remain impassive and clinical while her blood was drawn, sample after sample, while her scales were harvested, while her essence was methodically extracted. Had heard that voice discussing her "unique cellular structure" and "remarkable regenerative properties" like she was nothing more than an interesting specimen, a biological curiosity rather than a living, feeling being.

Dr. Zhang.

Research physician.

One of them.

One of the monsters who’d held her captive for three years in that facility. Who’d drained her essence drop by drop with scientific precision. Who’d killed her slowly, methodically, professionally, always taking careful notes, always maintaining perfect documentation of her deterioration.

Time seemed to slow, each second stretching out like honey dripping from a spoon. Dr. Zhang’s eyes moved past Lu Yuze with polite deference, then landed on Shuyin standing near the window, and something flickered deep in their depths. Recognition? That seemed impossible, she looked completely different now, wore an entirely different body, a face that bore no resemblance to her original form.

But that flicker was there nonetheless, undeniable and damning.

And it ignited something cold and ancient and absolutely murderous in Shuyin’s chest, something that bypassed rational thought and went straight to primal, visceral fury.

She moved without conscious thought, without any rational planning or consideration of consequences.

Her body responded before her mind could catch up, driven by pure instinct, by three years of accumulated rage and trauma and helpless suffering that suddenly had a target, a face, a throat within reach.

The recognition of threat overrode everything else, every carefully constructed control she’d built since waking in this body, every calculated facade she’d maintained.

This wasn’t strategy or manipulation or careful vengeance. This was raw, primal fury that demanded immediate and permanent elimination of danger.

Her magic exploded outward like a dam breaking, like pressure that had been building for years suddenly finding release. The power that she’d kept carefully contained, carefully hidden, carefully rationed out in small, manageable doses, erupted in a wave of lethal intent that filled the small examination room with crushing force.

Dr. Zhang’s eyes went wide, shock and sudden terrible understanding flooding his features as Shuyin closed the distance between them. Not walking, not running, but moving with speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a human body. His mouth opened to speak, to cry out, to do something, but the words never emerged because Shuyin’s consciousness was already wrapping around him like invisible chains.

Her hand extended toward his throat, fingers reaching but not quite touching. Physically, she remained several feet away, her body frozen in that reaching gesture. But her magic, her essence, her fundamental nature as something ancient and inhuman compressed around his cervical spine with crushing, inexorable force. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

She could feel the structure of his neck beneath her mental grasp, could sense each vertebra, each fragile bone that kept his head connected to his body, that kept the signals flowing from brain to limbs.

She squeezed.

SNAP.

The sound cut through the quiet room with sharp finality, a crack that echoed off sterile walls and medical equipment.

Dr. Zhang’s body went limp instantly, all tension leaving his muscles at once as the connection between brain and body severed. He collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut, crumpling to the floor in an undignified heap. Dead before he hit the ground. Dead before his brain could process what was happening, before pain could even register, before he could understand that the specimen he’d once studied had just become his executioner.

Dead.

And Shuyin’s transformation was already beginning, the emotional surge triggering physical changes she couldn’t control even if she’d wanted to. Her eyes, normally that soft, light green that passed well enough for a human in most lighting, darkened to something deep and oceanic.

The color shifted like ink spreading through water, becoming the green of depths where sunlight never penetrated, where pressure crushed and cold reigned absolute. Ancient green. Inhuman green. The green of a predator that had evolved in darkness and learned to hunt without mercy.

Scales began manifesting along her cheekbones, rising through her skin like they’d always been there beneath the surface, just waiting for permission to emerge. They shimmered with iridescent light, catching the harsh fluorescent illumination and throwing back colors that shouldn’t exist together, blues and greens and silvers that shifted with each micro-movement of her face.

Delicate as fish scales...