Chapter 44: One Strike, Piercing Fu Shiyong's Heart with Her Own Hands!

"..."
A prolonged silence.
Gleaming purple and bruised welts reflected off the glass, appearing exceptionally jarring amidst the rustling silk and fragrant shadows of the banquet hall!

Roar—!!!
Another lion, maddened by the scent of blood, clamped its jaws onto Yu Zao's arm and hurled her through the air.
She hit the ground like a discarded sack of rags.
Fresh blood welled up, spilling across the floor.

She just stared at him, unblinking.
Watching the man who was silently, fading away inside the most cherished place in her heart.
"Can you forget?"
"Yu Zao, your heart is too soft, and your past with Fu Shiyong is far too beautiful."
"You can't let go, even though you know Yang Chen is right. He never truly loved you!"

Without medication to keep it under control,
That voice followed her like a shadow.
Her consciousness began to blur.
"Hee-hee-hee~ Yu Zao, it's my turn to take the stage!"

Inside the cage,
The person who had clearly passed out opened her eyes without warning.
The madness and terror in that gaze bore not the slightest resemblance to someone truly alive!
With her bare hands, she gouged out the eyes of the two beasts.
She felt no fear, not even a shred of the pain from her injuries.

"Shi... Shiyong! Si... Sister must have gone mad!"
"Brother-in-law, I'm so scared. Please get rid of this thing for me, or she'll kill me!"
Sob, sob, sob~
Yu Yue wept tears like pear blossoms in the rain.

A flash of thunder tore through the sky,
Illuminating Yu Zao through the iron bars—her face covered in blood, yet wearing a smile of breathtaking, demonic beauty.
She even stuck out her tongue, savoring and licking the still-warm beast blood.
"Yu Zao!"
Fu Shiyong instinctively pushed Yu Yue away and let out a low roar.

The faint unease that had long settled in his heart surged at this moment like a violent tempest, throwing him into panic and disarray!
"Mr. Fu, what are you afraid of?"
Yu Zao clamped a hand around her own neck, exerting pressure bit by bit.
Bulging veins, swollen from suffocation, spread across her skin.
"Afraid that I'll die? Or afraid that I'll die a miserable death?"

A fruit knife, from who knows where, lay fallen inside the cage.
She picked it up and unhurriedly drove it straight into her carotid artery.
Plop!
Blood splattered everywhere.

The man roared, "Yu Zao, stop this instant!"
"Stop? Hahaha, fine then. Come closer, take a step closer."
Her laughter was maniacal and bone-chilling!
Without a second of hesitation, he took a long stride forward, preparing to approach the cage.

Yu Yue hurriedly stopped him, whimpering, "Shiyong, Sister has really lost her mind. Don't go near her. Let Sister-in-law handle her, okay?"
"No!"
"Shiyong!"
Before the words could fade,
He had already rushed toward Yu Zao in a single bound.

At the VIP tables, people were whispering amongst themselves.
"What is going on here? Didn't Mr. Fu love Eldest Miss Yu to death?"
"Yeah! And now that Eldest Miss Yu has become European nobility, they're an even better match. Shouldn't they be more in love than ever?"
"Heh! If you ask me, that ex-wife is too alluring, and Mr. Fu is a man after all!"
"Tsk tsk, Eldest Miss Yu is always showing off their affection online. Could it be that the less you have, the more you have to pretend?"
"Yu Zao was born with a peerless face. To be honest, compared to a woman with ordinary looks like Eldest Miss Yu, I'm still rooting for the ex-wife!"

Hahaha—
The harsh, mocking laughter caused Yu Yue's expression to twist in fury.
Even the Princess muttered to herself, her brow furrowed in a deep frown, "Strange, both Luya and my husband are blessed with naturally striking looks. Come to think of it, how did my younger sister's daughter end up looking so ordinary?"

Crack!
The crystal goblet in Eldest Miss Yu's hand was crushed to powder.

Outside the cage,
The moment Fu Shiyong drew near,
The knife in Yu Zao's hand plunged unceremoniously into the man's chest.
"Yu Zao..."

Chaos erupted.
The blinded beast whimpered weakly beside her feet.
She leisurely twisted the knife back and forth, intensifying the agony.
Then, leaning in slightly, her red lips parted, "Mr. Fu, does the feeling of having your heart torn apart feel wonderful?"

Her delicate nose leaned in to sniff the scent of blood.
Yu Zao stretched lazily, feeling a sense of physical and mental satisfaction, before exerting a little more force to drive the blade entirely into his chest.
"What a pity. So it turns out the blood of a wolf-hearted, ungrateful scumbag isn't even foul-smelling."
"What should we do then? Since the heavens are so biased, I suppose I'll just have to send you to hell myself~"

When Yang Chen and his men burst into the courtyard's banquet hall,
This was the horrifying scene that met their eyes.
He quickly forced an extra-strength dose of medication into Yu Zao's mouth.
The drug took effect rapidly.
Her body went limp as she lost consciousness.

With new injuries piled atop old ones, she suffered critical failures several times over in the ambulance.
Meanwhile, Fu Shiyong, shielded by Yu Yue and her mother, was rushed to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.

Stabbed through the heart, he was in critical condition.
Yu Yue clutched his hand with a heart-wrenching grip, weeping uncontrollably, "Shiyong, you cannot be okay, you..."
"Yu Zao... Wife..."
"Don't cry, seeing you cry breaks my heart."
"Be good, listen to me. Just apologize to me, just humble yourself to me once."
"Just once, alright? I swear, just once, and I'll forgive you immediately, remarry you, and we can raise Yi'yi properly."

The man who had been ruthlessly abandoned three years ago was now offering humble prayers.
The hand Yu Yue held grew icy and stiff all the way from her fingertips.
She asked, "Fu Shiyong, for three years, have you never loved Yu Yue even a tiny bit?"
"I... I'm sorry to her..."
So it was about guilt and responsibility, but it was never love—the kind of love that would make him abandon all principles and dignity for Yu Zao!

Ahhhhhh!!!
The gurney was wheeled into the operating room.
Eldest Miss Yu, who had always been showered with endless pampering, clenched her fists tight, crouching on the ground like a madwoman, crying hysterically.
"No! I will not accept defeat!"
"Yu Zao, how many years has it been? You've stolen the man I love time and time again. This time, I refuse to lose!"
"I won't let it end like this!!!"

Rumble—
Thunder rolled across the sky.

Third floor of the courtyard.
An unconscious Luya suddenly regained lucidity for a single minute.
She screamed, "It wasn't her! It's her! She's the one trying to frame her!"
The Princess hurried over, pulling her only precious daughter into her arms with anguish, wanting to question her further, "What do you mean by 'her'? Luya? Luya, wake up, wake up!"

She slipped back into unconsciousness.
The doctors could not be certain when she might wake up again.

The next day.
In Yu Zao's hospital room.
Yang Chen hesitated, stammering, "That knife that stabbed Fu Shiyong was..."
"It was me! We are the same person anyway, aren't we?"
Yu Zao fiddled with the dissociative identity disorder medication in her hand and asked, "Taken together with the specialized treatment for Huntington's disease, the efficacy of both drugs will be diminished, won't it?"

The other personality could no longer be suppressed.
Huntington's was also progressing faster.
"Indeed, Xiao Yu, if you wish to continue treatment..."
"How long before she completely replaces me?"
"What?"
"I mean, if I stop treating the dissociative identity disorder, how long until the other me completely erases me?"