The Fierce Lord’s Tender Tears for His Beloved (11)

“Master Jiu, please, I don’t want to watch anymore. Let me go.” Her voice trembled, but the man let out a cold, bitter laugh.

“Watch closely. This is what happens to those who betray me.”

A gunshot rang out. The tortured figure, barely human anymore, was executed by Yan Jiu himself.

He killed someone right before Hua Mi’s eyes.

Startled, Hua Mi shrank back, tightly closing her eyes. Her long lashes quivered violently, tears clinging to them like droplets of dew.

“Scared?” Yan Jiu’s voice carried a hint of amusement, as if he found nothing serious about forcing her to witness such a gruesome scene, even compelling her to open her eyes and see the victim’s final moments.

Hua Mi’s face turned pale, tears streaming uncontrollably. “Master Jiu, I don’t want to watch anymore, please… I’m scared…”

“Scared?” Yan Jiu’s tone was like a cruel joke. “When you were working with Zhao Hong against me, did you never think this day would come?”

For a moment, Hua Mi’s expression went blank. “I never worked against you…”

“Zhao Lao kidnapped me. They wanted to deal with you. I stayed there only to gather more intel.”

“I never meant to harm you. I just told you that, didn’t I? Sob…”

“How am I supposed to believe you?” Yan Jiu’s gaze turned colder than ever, more frigid than when they first met.

Tears streamed down Hua Mi’s face uncontrollably. “I really didn’t…”

As she cried, their eyes met, and she knew all her explanations were in vain.

He did not trust her.

Her fingertips chilled, her hands weakly resting on the man’s grip around her neck, powerless to resist.

A surge of grievance and sorrow welled up within her, the tears falling harder.

Suddenly, the man’s palm tightened. Hua Mi whimpered as large tears fell like heavy raindrops.

“I didn’t lie to you. You just don’t believe me, sob…”

“Do you dare claim you had no ulterior motive in approaching me?” Yan Jiu’s voice was icy enough to pierce through steel.

Hua Mi’s heart ached deeply, but she had no words to refute.

From the very beginning, she had a mission—a purpose for getting close to him.

Her silence earned nothing but a cold sneer from Yan Jiu, and the last trace of special regard he had for her vanished.

His face darkened, his grip around her neck tightening. “You better come up with one more reason for me to spare you.”

“Sob, Master Jiu, it hurts…” Tears fell in endless streams, but they no longer stirred any pity or interest in the man.

Yan Jiu seemed truly intent on killing her right there.

Slowly, Hua Mi’s sobs quieted.

The system frantically popped up a shop in front of her, urging her to buy something.

[As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be firewood to burn, host!]

She waved the shop away, fully aware that her mission was unlikely to succeed.

Yet, why did her heart feel so wronged and heavy?

It was only a mission, after all. She hadn’t even started to care…

Suddenly, she shoved Yan Jiu. To her surprise, he staggered back a step.

“I won’t cling to you anymore. Isn’t it enough that I won’t have your child!” She said, then burst into even heavier sobs, as if this decision was the greatest injustice she had suffered.

Yan Jiu never expected her to say such things at a time like this!

He roughly grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the wall. The slender wrist bore a dark purple handprint. The back of her hand scraped against the wall, breaking the skin.

“Wahhh.” Hua Mi cried, overwhelmed by sorrow.

[No!!!] The system reacted fiercely.

Not having the child with the male lead was absolutely forbidden!

“Wahhh, I won’t care about you anymore. I won’t have your child! I never want to see you again!”

[Absolutely not—!] the system exploded.

“Humph.” Yan Jiu sneered coldly at her words, suppressing the burning heat in his chest that arose from seeing her cry, then flung her hand away.

“Then don’t ever show up in front of me again. Next time, I won’t spare your life.”

“Wahhh… I hate you… I hate you!”

Yan Jiu turned and left without another glance.

Hua Mi was left standing there, later taken back by Yan Jiu’s subordinates.

She cried all the way.

The system anxiously comforted her: [Male lead’s corruption level is 100%, it’s not easy for him to trust anyone. You’re already very lucky not to have died at his hands! He definitely wants to have a child with you! Don’t give up, host!]

Hua Mi wiped her tears pitifully.

The feeling of being distrusted was unpleasant, but not unbearable.

Trust was always a luxury for them. It only hurt so deeply because the one who didn’t trust her was him.

Hua Mi didn’t return home. She sat on the curb, hugging her knees, letting the cold wind blow.

Tears slipped silently down her cheeks. Unlike before, when she cried loudly over trivial matters, this time her weeping was quiet, abnormal.

She sat there, tears falling as she stared blankly, her eyes seeming to hold nothing.

The system watched cautiously, unsure how to comfort her.

Hua Mi cried through most of the night. Even though she was shivering from the cold, she showed no intention of going back.

[Host, are you alright?] the system asked cautiously.

“I’m fine. I’ll adjust soon,” Hua Mi said, wiping her tears and trying to soothe the system.

[!!!] The delicate host was actually reassuring it instead—disaster! Something was seriously wrong!

Only after her tears seemed to run dry did Hua Mi get up and leave.

She returned to her usual composure, as if nothing had happened.

The dim room was pitch dark, the muted tones of the walls and decor making the whole space feel even more oppressive.

Yan Jiu entered, roughly yanking open his collar. Buttons flew everywhere, mixing with spent shell casings scattered beside the black leather sofa.

He lit a cigarette and sat on the bed. The swirling smoke obscured his eyes, hiding the exact emotions within, but his mood was clearly grim.

Raising his hand, Yan Jiu caught sight of a dark ornament on his wrist.

He paused briefly, then carelessly tore off the pair of cufflinks and tossed them into a detector.

Two weeks later.

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, a girl was tied to a chair.

A dozen burly men stood around her, one setting up a camera.

Heavy footsteps echoed, someone else entering the warehouse.

“Damn it, you bitch! Do you know how much damage you’ve caused us?” Zhao Lao’s previously gentle demeanor vanished. He raised his cane and struck Hua Mi’s delicate, pale arm, instantly leaving a large bruise.

Of course, Zhao Lao’s plan had failed.

Hua Mi had swapped the contraband in advance, and Yan Jiu knew every one of his schemes. How could he not suffer a crushing defeat?

Hua Mi lowered her eyes, somewhat disinterested. Oddly, despite being hit, she neither cried out in pain nor wept.

Revenge from Zhao Lao was expected.

The only thing she hadn’t anticipated was that the male lead’s fatal crisis wouldn’t happen this time.

Such a pity. If it had been this time, she might have found a way to save him. Beyond that, it was up to his own fate.

During this period, the system noticed her growing apathy, realizing she truly no longer intended to complete the mission, and it withdrew into a corner, sulking.

Zhao Lao sat on a chair, waiting to witness her misery.

Hua Mi waited as well.

As the camera powered on, her tears fell precisely on cue.

“Wahhh! Don’t come near me!” she cried suddenly, choking on her words just as she was about to deliver her lines.