C1 He Didnt Want to Dirty His Eyes Before He Died!

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the gloomy sky, followed by the roar of thunder and the inevitable deluge. The gray sea churned like a gaping maw, swallowing every tear the heavens shed.

On the outskirts of Xinan City, at the edge of a cliff, two criminals with bloodshot eyes each clutched the neck of a woman with a vice-like grip.

Ten meters away, a man in a dark suit stood erect, his expression cold and deadly. Despite being soaked to the bone, he didn't show any signs of discomfort.

"Mu Yanchen, don't be a coward! Make your choice! One is your stepsister, and the other is your pregnant wife. Today, you can only save one," taunted the criminal, his voice dripping with the thrill of vengeance.

Half a year ago, the Mu's Group had clinched the resort project in Xinan, effectively eliminating a rival in the process. This criminal was none other than the vanquished competitor's boss.

Yeh Xirann, cradling her increasingly painful belly, fixed her gaze on the man not far from her. That was her lawful husband. Even if he didn't love her, surely he would choose to save her for the sake of their child...

"Yeh Xirann is not so important. Anyone can bear a grandson for the Mu family. You could take both their lives right now. Release Mu Wenxuan immediately, and don't harm a hair on her head!" Mu Yanchen commanded, his voice as cold as the rain that intertwined with his words, reaching everyone's ears.

He had made his choice clear; he was saving his stepsister, Mu Wenxuan. As for his pregnant wife and their unborn child, their fate was of no consequence to him.

The last flicker of hope in Yeh Xirann's eyes vanished with his declaration. To bear a grandson for the Mu family... That sentence, uttered from his own lips, was the final verdict on their past, leaving her no room for self-delusion.

She had believed that by marrying him, if not love at first sight, there might have been a chance for love to grow over time. Now, faced with the ultimate decision, she realized that she and her child could be discarded without a second thought.

After all, she was not the woman he desired, so everything associated with her, including their child, was deemed inconsequential.

Mu Wenxuan... he would go to any lengths to protect her, to keep her close to his heart.

"I understand..." Yeh Xirann's gentle voice was swept up in the tumult of the storm, ephemeral as a wisp of fog.

With those words, she shifted her gaze from Mu Yanchen's stern face to the woman beside her, whose throat was similarly being clutched.

This woman was "Xuan," the one Mu Yanchen was desperate to save.

Mu Wenxuan, with her doll-like face, looked so wronged and pitiable without shedding a tear or uttering a sound, that it was impossible not to feel compassion for her.

Before anyone could grasp the meaning behind Yeh Xirann's words, she began to thrash wildly, disregarding her nearly full-term pregnancy. She twisted and turned, kicking and biting at her captor.

The captor, almost reflexively, released Mu Wenxuan to restrain Yeh Xirann's frantic movements.

Seizing the moment, the agile Mu Yanchen darted forward, pulling Mu Wenxuan to safety behind him.

In that split second of hesitation, the enraged criminal spun around and landed a kick on Yeh Xirann's belly, sending her tumbling down the cliff.

With a smile, Yeh Xirann closed her eyes, refusing to witness the expressions of those above any longer.

In her final moments, she didn't want to sully her sight with the image of the two lovers embracing each other once more.

The rushing wind of her rapid descent was abruptly silenced, replaced by the roaring sea as it invaded her senses.

The agony of suffocation and the sharp pain in her abdomen slowly faded into the icy embrace of the water.