C44 Slowly Poison Her to Death!

"Girl, I'm giving you an order, not asking for your agreement, understand?" Huo Lingxiao scoffed.

He grabbed Yuvyuv's wrist, his actions once again arrogant and domineering, pulling her along without a second thought.

He showed no awareness of waiting for her to cover up, his overbearing attitude making Yuvyuv seethe with anger.

In the dead of night, Huo Lingxiao dragged Yuvyuv out of the house, kicking the door open with his military boots, creating a loud commotion.

Elder Qian, usually a deep sleeper, couldn't ignore the racket that seemed like it would break down his door.

He hurriedly threw on some clothes and rushed out.

He saw Yuvyuv, restrained by Huo Lingxiao like a prisoner, her face pale as she followed him out of the yard.

Sensing something was off, Elder Qian quickly called out, "Hey, Sixth Boy, where are you taking this girl so late? Didn't you say she was staying here until..."

In his haste, he almost let something slip.

Elder Qian stopped himself, looking at Huo Lingxiao with confusion, then glanced at Yuvyuv, who was now wearing Huo Lingxiao's military jacket, her face clearly troubled.

"There's something in the city. I'm taking her back for a few days," Huo Lingxiao said, kicking open the gate and pulling Yuvyuv along without further explanation, quickly reaching the car.

Huo Lingxiao opened the passenger door and said in a deep voice, "Get in."

Yuvyuv, hearing the man's harsh tone, wanted to roll her eyes. This jerk really treated her like a suspect.

Frustrated, she bit her lip, knowing she was at a disadvantage. It wasn't wise to provoke this unpredictable man, who was often more devil than human.

She obediently got into the car.

Elder Qian came running after them, as if he had dashed back to his room, holding a bottle. He quickly pressed it into Yuvyuv's small hand. "Girl, take this. One pill a day, remember, only before bed. Don't use it at any other time. Got it?"

Elder Qian glanced at Huo Lingxiao, who was already seated in the driver's seat, his handsome face as dark as ink. His lips moved slightly, but he chose not to ask further questions, instead offering Yuvyuv another reminder.

Before Yuvyuv could ask what Elder Qian had given her, he shook his head with a sigh and headed back into the house. Just as he reached the gate, Elder Qian turned around and looked in Huo Lingxiao's direction. "If there's nothing urgent, bring this girl back soon. She needs to replant the vegetables she messed up in my backyard."

With that, Elder Qian said no more and closed the door behind him.

Yuvyuv was momentarily stunned. What was up with Elder Qian? And why did he suddenly give her a bottle of medicine? Could it be that he knew she was being taken away by this devil and wanted to prepare her with poison in advance? In case she couldn't endure the torment, she could end it herself.

At this thought, Yuvyuv tightened her grip on the white porcelain bottle in her palm.

"Hold onto the medicine. Take one pill each night before bed, as Uncle Qian instructed," Huo Lingxiao said coldly before starting the car, nearly causing Yuvyuv to drop the bottle in shock.

What did he mean? Was it a slow-acting poison? Did he want to ensure she didn't die too quickly, so she could reveal everything before being poisoned slowly?

"Ah!" she exclaimed as her small hand was suddenly gripped painfully, and the white porcelain bottle she had been clutching was forcibly taken from her.

Hearing the man's cold, emotionless voice from above, "I'll keep the medicine for you. I'll give it to you when it's time to take it."

His presence was like a chilling winter wind, so cold it made Yuvyuv almost want to open the car door and flee.

Her face pale and tense, Yuvyuv clenched her small hands tightly, pressing her lips together in silence.

She was utterly fed up with the devil in front of her and didn't want to say another word to him. She couldn't provoke him, fight him, or kill him, so she figured she could at least pretend to be mute.

The car quickly drove away from the base of the mountain.

After they left, Elder Qian sat in the backyard, holding a chubby little cat, watching the woodshed door that was being persistently bumped. Finally, he sighed and called out, "Little White, your master has to leave for a bit. Just stay put, and she'll be back in a few days. Behave yourselves and don't cause trouble, okay?"

It was as if he was chatting with a person. Strangely, as soon as Elder Qian finished speaking, the woodshed door, which was about to fall apart, suddenly quieted down.

Elder Qian glanced at the woodshed and sighed, "Smart little creatures. No wonder that girl spent a fortune to bring you back."

He sighed again and shook his head, "But that girl is too reckless. I hope she returns safely this time and stops causing trouble. It would be nice if she could just be a proper young lady."

After speaking, Elder Qian seemed to reconsider and shook his head again, "No, no, that girl can't be a proper lady. Otherwise, her spirit would be stifled."

Sighing, Elder Qian picked up his chubby cat and headed toward the front yard.

It was 1 a.m.

A military jeep was driving along a mountain path, avoiding the main road to the city, moving at a steady pace.

Inside the car, Huo Lingxiao glanced at the girl beside him, who had been sitting with a tense expression, her face pale as if she were heading to her doom. He chuckled quietly to himself, "This little fox, I wonder what names she's calling me in her mind."

Yes, Huo Lingxiao was quite familiar with every subtle look in the girl's eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking.

When she was little, this girl was like a wild tomboy, always chasing after him, insisting he marry her when they grew up. Back then, he was just a kid himself and found her incredibly annoying. She was just a tiny thing, barely reaching his waist, yet she had the audacity to declare she wanted to marry him.

Why did she want to marry him back then? As he thought about it, a shadow crossed Huo Lingxiao's handsome face. He remembered that little girl, with her big, fox-like eyes, staring up at him, her voice full of childish admiration.

"Wow, Lingxiao, you're so handsome, even more than my mom, who's a real beauty."

"My dad says only good-looking guys are worthy of me."

"Lingxiao, you're so good-looking. Will you marry me when we grow up?"

"No, wait, when I grow up, can I marry you and be your little wife?"

As Huo Lingxiao recalled this, his face darkened completely. The reason she wanted him to marry her was because he was good-looking. He turned his head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the girl sitting in the passenger seat, trying to act all innocent and sweet.

His handsome face quickly turned icy, as if covered in frost. Yuvyuv was trying to behave, hoping not to provoke the unpredictable man beside her. But despite her efforts, she could feel his icy gaze, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Oh, mom, save me.