My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 605: Late Retribution 13

Bo Yan’s expression was getting colder and colder, "Look at you people who have committed endless misdeeds; who has ever been spared by the heavens? Here you are, half-dead, lying here—did you meet a peaceful end?

Do you have any interest in living?"

As he spoke, Bo Yan’s hand reached towards the oxygen tank’s tube, with a slight movement, he could immediately cut off the oxygen supply, and then the person in front of him would be dragged into the Ghost Gate.

It would have been so much simpler and more satisfying.

Bo Yan really wanted to do that; when he was ruthless, he was absolutely unbearable to ordinary people.

He disconnected Yinchao’s oxygen tube, watching as Yinchao struggled, his pupils dilating, then gradually nearing death, a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart. Back then, when his baby was facing death, wasn’t she extremely scared?

At that time, Yinchao, this scum, must have been standing by Fu Bairan’s side, gleefully watching Fu Yuran slowly die right in front of them, then falsifying the scene to make it look like a suicide—which, due to someone’s guarantee, was very successful.

He had no intention of dirtying his hands, so even though he had removed his oxygen tube, he still maintained a shred of rationality. If he got injured and stained with the blood of such people, his baby would definitely be very unhappy, definitely angry.

So, not wanting to see her upset, he could only let these kinds of people suffer greatly.

The oxygen tube was reconnected, Yinchao’s purplish face regained a bit of color, but as he caught his breath, his eyes, full of fear and dread, kept flickering when he looked at Bo Yan. Bo Yan sneered, "What is this expression, scared?

Are you, a grown man, afraid of me? Are you kidding?"

Yinchao was gasping heavily, seemingly enveloped by some uncontrollable great fear, he painfully looked toward the door, hoping for someone to come help him, but the door was tightly shut, leaving him utterly hopeless.

He felt trapped in a suffocating space, struggling to breathe, confronted with death, his fear and dread greater than he had ever known.

His voice was like a tearing sound, "You, you do not, do not..."

"Not not not, what can’t I do? Can’t I kill you? Or can’t I pull out your oxygen tube? Do you think I care about these things?" Bo Yan laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculously hilarious joke, his smile tinged with sarcasm and disdain.

He leaned forward slightly, his aura dark and threatening, "Do you know why I have not really bothered you yet? Because... there are many ways to make you die, taking action personally is the dumbest."

"You..."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP—"

The alarm inside the room suddenly went off; Bo Yan pulled the emergency bell, Si Huang, who was standing outside, pushed the door and entered. Seeing the person with his head askew, in a critical condition, he looked incredulously at Bo Yan, "I told you not to play him to death, but you really play well, hanging by a thread. Don’t trust my medical skills? And leaving him in this state, what are you trying to do?"

Bo Yan turned around and walked out, "Keep him alive for me, you won’t be unthanked."

"You really know how to make trouble for me, Bo the great actor."

In a moment, several nurses and doctors rushed in, joining the rescue effort. Everyone was quite puzzled—the man’s condition had clearly been stable, so why had it suddenly changed like this? Upon arriving at the ward, they only saw their boss alone, calmly replacing the oxygen tube.

The crowd: "..."

Looking at each face that was at a loss for words, Si Huang fumed, "What are you looking at? Does it seem like something I would do?"

Everyone nodded unanimously, "Boss, rest assured, we won’t let this get out, rest assured, rest assured."

Damn.

Doesn’t anyone believe him?

What happened to helping each other?

...

When Fu Bairan saw Yuran again, the hatred in her eyes had intensified. Not only were her sharp edges not smoothed, her mental state had become a bit problematic. Seeing Yuran, she burst into curses, seemingly mistaking Yuran for Fu Yuran, ranting and raving.

"Fu Yuran, do you think I’m afraid of you? If I were, I wouldn’t have killed you in the first place. Even if you turned into a Fierce Ghost, I wouldn’t be scared;

hahahaha... Fu Yuran, you’re just a poor wretch, you know that?

I knew Yinchao when I came to you two years ago. Why do you think Yinchao recommended you to become a star? All of this was part of the original plan, if not to gain your trust;

How hard was it to open your heart? Back then, I was unwell, and you desperately needed money, so you had no choice but to push yourself to become a star, you struggled so much to support me;

And I, I rightly enjoyed your love, even the head of the orphanage wasn’t a good person, otherwise, how could you have fallen into the trap;

Hahaha, what does it matter if I’ve become like this now?

You, Fu Yuran, aren’t you even more miserable than me?"

She rambled on, her mind completely disordered, but Yuran understood. She sarcastically smiled, "Falling into your hands back then was really not in vain. It was a valuable life lesson that taught me a lot. I still need to thank you."

The bodyguards couldn’t understand what the two were talking about, but due to professional ethics, they dared not ask more. Fu Bairan’s mouth was sealed again, and she stared at Yuran with an incoherent gaze. She hadn’t eaten a grain of rice for several days and was running a fever, looking very ill.

The remnants of her sanity were enough to let her vent some words she would never say on normal days.

Bo Yan stood by Yuran’s side, holding her in his arms, "It’s over now, everything will soon end, baby, don’t be sad."

Yuran shook her head and buried her face in his chest, "I’m not sad, it’s all in the past, just feeling a bit unworthy for my past self."

The fierceness in Bo Yan’s eyes surged unseen by Yuran, startling a bodyguard who unintentionally made eye contact, quickly bowing his head, not daring to look at Bo Yan’s eyes again—it was too terrifying.

Bo Yan gently rubbed her head, "It won’t happen again, both Zhizhi and I will protect you well, okay?"

Yuran smiled, "Okay."

Leaving the place where Fu Bairan was held, Yuran felt contemplative, "I thought I would be very sad when I found out the truth, but in reality, not at all. Maybe because I have you and Zhizhi now, I feel that this is my life now, what happened before was just a trial."

Bo Yan, seeing her genuinely undisturbed, smiled, "Really? So, when will you ascend?"

Yuran raised an eyebrow, her eyes smiling, "Ascend what? Wherever you and Zhizhi are, that’s where I naturally am."

"Hmm, Zhizhi and I will never let you be sad."

Yuran believed, "I wonder how Xi Nian is getting on with the preparations on his side. Didn’t you guys get in touch? What’s the plan?"

Bo Yan subconsciously shook his head, "Xi Nian didn’t tell me everything, just told me to wait for news, so I’m waiting."

Yuran: "... Brother Qi, you’re so nonchalant."

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