Chapter 460: She should make you guys happy
Zhuang Yu’s voice dripped with malice as she continued her dreadful confession, "You see, Qin Yan, if you had eaten that cake at Old Master Xi’s birthday party, which I had laced with poison, you would have died, and I would have made sure that the blame fell squarely on Nie Mianmian."
The revelation was like a chilling dagger through the heart, and Qin Yan’s eyes now conveyed a potent mix of disbelief, and a dawning realization of the sheer evil that lurked within her captor.
The room felt suffocating as Zhuang Yu’s cruel intentions hung heavily in the air, casting a pall of dread over their surroundings. Qin Yan had become privy to the depths of Zhuang Yu’s malevolence, and the gravity of her situation weighed on her like a nightmare that refused to end.
Zhuang Yu’s voice dripped with a venomous mixture of frustration and resentment as she continued her disturbing narrative, each word heavy with malevolence.
"That little bastard," she sneered, "he saved you from death by eating that cake."
The morning light, which had seemed so benign, now took on an eerie quality as it filtered through the factory’s broken windows, casting elongated shadows that danced ominously across the room.
As the chilling truth about Zhuang Yu’s intentions and actions came into sharp focus, Qin Yan’s eyes blazed with a newfound fury. When she came to know that her little baby was in danger because of the woman in front of her, Qin Yan’s normally composed and collected demeanor gave way to a surge of anger that burned fiercely within her, even as she remained bound.
Zhuang Yu’s callous admission sent shockwaves through the already tense atmosphere of the abandoned factory. Her words, heavy with malice, were a chilling reminder of the depths of her vindictiveness.
"I was somewhat happy," Zhuang Yu confessed coldly, "that at least my plan would take the life of that little bastard."
Qin Yan’s eyes, still burning with anger, now carried a mix of disbelief and outrage.
"However," Zhuang Yu said with a chilling sense of resentment, "you, Qin Yan, managed to save that little imp."