allonlinenovel Chapter 371 The assassin admits he was hired by Jiang Yangxu
Chapter 371 The assassin admits he was hired by Jiang Yangxu
"Yang Xu!" Qin Yulian exclaimed in surprise, her hand instinctively snapping on the living room ceiling light!
A blinding beam of light poured down, illuminating the chaotic scene.
The coffee table overturned, and shards of the vase flew all over the floor.
The two fighters were instantly exposed to the bright light—Jiang Yangxu's hair was disheveled, his pajama collar was torn open, and there was a glaring bloodstain on his forehead. He was desperately trying to block a military knife swung by a stranger who was completely wrapped in tight black clothes, wearing a black mask and a baseball cap!
"Yu Lian! What are you doing out here! Go back to your room! Lock the door!" Jiang Yangxu shouted at her while desperately blocking her way, his voice filled with unprecedented panic.
Qin Yulian trembled from his shout and instantly understood!
The man in black who suddenly appeared was targeting her!
Fear gripped her heart like cold vines, and she practically scrambled back into the room, slamming the door shut with a bang. Leaning against the door, she gasped for breath, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
If her husband hired someone to kill her, why would he try so hard to stop her?
The thought had barely crossed her mind when another, even more terrifying question instantly seized her: With such a commotion, why was there absolutely no reaction from her son Jiang Zhao's room next door?!
"Ugh..." A suppressed and painful groan came from outside the door, as if Jiang Yangxu had been choked.
Qin Yulian's body, pressed against the door, trembled violently as immense fear and worry clashed fiercely within her.
Open the door! My husband is in danger!
Don't open the door! If you open it, the knife might come at her!
Qin Yulian bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled. Images of Jiang Yangxu's bloody forehead and his screaming face flashed through her mind, along with the silent room where her son was...
Ultimately, her worries about her husband and her doubts about her son outweighed her fear.
She turned around abruptly, rushed to the dressing table, pulled open the drawer, and groped around inside with trembling hands until she finally grabbed a sharp paper cutter that she usually used to open packages!
The cold touch calmed her down a little. She took a deep breath, gripped the small knife tightly in her palm, the blade hidden in the loose sleeve of her nightgown, and then, with an almost tragic resolve, she flung open the door.
The sight before her eyes almost froze Qin Yulian's blood.
Jiang Yangxu lay curled up on the carpet not far from her door, his right hand tightly clutching his left shoulder, bright red blood gushing out from between his fingers, quickly staining his expensive silk pajamas and the light-colored carpet beneath him, forming a glaring pool of scarlet!
"Yang Xu—!" Qin Yulian screamed shrilly and lunged forward.
"Who let you... come out..." Jiang Yangxu's face was ashen, his lips trembling as he turned his head with difficulty to look at her, his eyes filled with complex and unreadable emotions.
Qin Yulian's steps suddenly stopped! As if struck by lightning, she instantly turned to the other end of the corridor, rushed to her son Jiang Zhao's bedroom door, and frantically pounded on the heavy solid wood door with her fists and body!
"Zhao'er! Open the door! Wake up! A bad guy has broken into the house! Zhao'er—!!" she shouted hoarsely, her fingernails scraping against the smooth door panel with a harsh sound.
However, the door remained as if it had been welded shut, completely still, and the inside was utterly silent.
Just then, the black-clad assassin who had been watching coldly made his move.
He raised his foot and kicked Jiang Yangxu, who was curled up on the ground, in the side without any mercy!
"Ugh!" Jiang Yangxu let out a short cry of pain as his body was kicked and rolled over, crashing into the overturned coffee table leg, scattering several pieces of broken porcelain.
The assassin stopped looking at the man on the ground, gripping the still-dripping dagger, and walked step by step, steadily and imposingly, toward Qin Yulian, who was frozen in front of Jiang Zhaomen.
The blood droplets on the knife tip fell onto the carpet one by one with his steps, spreading into small dark red spots.
Lying on the ground, Jiang Yangxu used the act of covering his wound to hide the slight distorted smile at the corner of his mouth.
Why isn't that idiot assassin following the script?!
But... it doesn't matter!
Once his wife Qin Yulian dies, he will be able to clear himself of suspicion!
Jiang Yangxu sneered inwardly, but his face immediately contorted into a desperate expression. He struggled to sit up and screamed at the assassin's retreating figure, "No! Don't kill my wife! Come at me! Come at me!"
The voice was shrill, as if filled with a deep sense of despair.
Qin Yulian leaned against the cold door, watching the approaching assassin and the dripping blood knife. After the initial panic, a strange, cold, desperate calm rose from the bottom of her heart.
She stopped her futile knocking, her body no longer trembling, and stared intently at the assassin. Her voice, hoarse from her earlier screams, was unusually clear: "Who...who are you? Why are you here to kill me?"
The assassin stopped two steps away from her, tilted his head, and a very soft chuckle seemed to come from beneath his mask. He said in a cruelly mocking tone, "Strictly speaking, my only target is you. As for why..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over the dying Jiang Yangxu on the ground. "It was your dear husband who paid a hefty sum to have me come and take your life."
His Mandarin had a foreign accent.
Hearing this, Nightshade, who was hiding outside the window using a climbing rope and preparing to rescue the person, was stunned. What was going on? Wasn't the assassin hired by Jiang Yangxu? Why was his sugar daddy being exposed?
Qin Yulian was struck dumb, and she turned her head sharply to look at Jiang Yangxu. Her pupils dilated suddenly due to extreme shock and disbelief. "Yangxu, is it really you...?"
"Yu Lian! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Jiang Yangxu immediately retorted excitedly, struggling to get up, but falling back down in pain. "He...he's framing me! Trying to sow discord between us! If I wanted to kill you, why...why would I have gotten myself into this state?!"
He pointed to his bleeding shoulder, his face filled with anger and injustice.
The assassin seemed to find the scene particularly amusing and continued in broken Mandarin, "Oh, it's true that I caused your husband's injury. After all, to complete the mission, I have to put on a show so that no one can suspect him, right?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "cannot give anyone any suspicion".
These words struck Qin Yulian's heart like a final, heavy blow.
She swayed, barely managing to stand by holding onto the door frame. The look in her eyes as she looked at Jiang Yangxu changed instantly from shock and doubt to bone-chilling coldness and utter despair.
Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, gripped the small paper cutter even tighter, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
When Jiang Yangxu, who was on the ground, heard the assassin's superfluous explanation, he was first stunned, and then a sinister and knowing look flashed quickly in his eyes.
What a self-righteous idiot!
But... it's okay!
What difference does it make if Yulian dies here tonight and learns the truth before she dies?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yangxu stopped defending himself and simply met Qin Yulian's shocked gaze with his eyes, which held a mixture of pain, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible madness.
Night Shadow, watching all this from outside the window, darkened his gaze.
It's time to take action.
Inside the room, the assassin raised his blood-dripping knife, while Qin Yulian's hidden knife in her sleeve was also poised to strike.
And at this moment——
"boom--!!!"
A deafening bang!
The front door was violently kicked open from the outside!
The door panel fell to the ground with a thud.
A figure appeared against the light, standing by the broken window!
Glass shards were scattered all over the floor.
Qin Yulian looked over and saw a woman standing by the window. Her eyes were like icy blades, and she exuded a terrifying chill. In her hand was a knife that gleamed with a deathly light!