Chapter 535 - 466: Pointless
Chapter 535: Chapter 466: Pointless
"Yang Liu’er! Will you stop this madness? Can we please just talk?"
"How can we talk? What is there left to say? You’re already with that bitch!" Yang Liu’er hadn’t made a sound since entering, but when she finally spoke, her voice was as hoarse and grating as a broken erhu with a snapped string.
Bai Junfan was taken aback for a moment. His heart softened, and he quickly pulled Yang Liu’er into an embrace, patting her back gently. "Liu’er, don’t be angry. Let’s go to the living room. Please, just listen to me explain..."
Yang Liu’er squeezed her eyes shut, and a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. When she opened them again, her gaze fell upon the bed.
Tang Yaxuan was already awake. Her body was completely wrapped in the comforter, with only her head peeking out as she watched Yang Liu’er and Bai Junfan struggle. Her small, round face, still holding a trace of baby fat, was calm and composed, showing only a hint of surprise. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes gleamed with an inscrutable, dark light, making it impossible for anyone to guess her thoughts.
’This was the Tang Yaxuan she knew so well.’ Yang Liu’er cried out hoarsely, "Let go of me!" She beat against the iron-like arms clamped around her waist, wishing she could rush over and claw that round face to shreds.
’In her past life, Tang Yaxuan had used that exact expression to feign innocence, causing her and her son to suffer countless setbacks and punishments right in front of Bai Junfan. When it came to being malicious, insidious, and a master of deception, Yang Liu’er had once thought Bai Qingyue was the worst. But after Tang Yaxuan came along, she decided the two women were tied for first place.’
’In her past life, Tang Yaxuan was a diplomat and a spokesperson. On television, she projected an image of nobility, grace, and intellect—a beautiful picture of compassion. Who could have imagined that such an elegant woman was, in private, a master of scheming and abuse, capable of killing without shedding blood?’
’Ostensibly, she had virtuously accepted and agreed to Bai Junfan’s arrangement. The past was to be forgotten. Bai Junfan and Yang Liu’er would no longer have any ties. The mother and son, with no one else to depend on, could eke out a living at the Bai Mansion, but they had to be self-sufficient. Since Yang Liu’er had been foisted on Bai Junfan by his adoptive mother, and she was uneducated with no official standing, she could only work as a nanny. Tang Yaxuan claimed she would harbor no prejudice against her.’
’But in reality, Tang Yaxuan never let her off the hook. She tormented her at every opportunity, and most of the time, wouldn’t stop until Yang Liu’er was half-dead!’
The most soul-crushing time for Yang Liu’er had been in the early days of their marriage.
The newlyweds had their own luxurious villa, but they always had to return to the old Bai Mansion for holidays, ancestral rites, or to consult with family elders. A new suite was prepared for them there, where they would stay for a night or two. As a nanny, Yang Liu’er was constantly ordered about by Tang Yaxuan, forced to deliver soup and snacks to their suite in the dead of night or at the crack of dawn. Back then, Bai Qingyue had also helped Tang Yaxuan. The two vile women would conspire, repeatedly timing it just right so that Yang Liu’er would have to enter the newlyweds’ room, where she would inevitably see Bai Junfan and Tang Yaxuan lying in bed, wrapped in an intimate embrace...
’Even though she knew Tang Yaxuan and Bai Qingyue were doing it on purpose, to see with her own eyes the man she loved cherishing another woman in his arms... anyone would feel a pain worse than death!’
Again and again, Yang Liu’er’s heart was battered until it shattered, leaving it raw and bleeding. She quickly grew haggard and lost all will to live.
’The heavens were watching over her; she had been granted a second life. When she first returned, she was filled with confidence. She believed that if she just worked hard enough, improved herself, and reached a certain standing, she would finally be worthy of her Brother Jun Fan. They could stand shoulder to shoulder and live a long, happy life together, fulfilling the greatest wish of her past life.’
’But this path had been anything but smooth. She was the only one desperately fighting for their happiness. Her Brother Jun Fan seemed calmer and more composed than in her last life, but also more inscrutable; she couldn’t figure him out at all. His attitude was the same as the rest of the Bai family, an attitude that was even more chilling coming from him. From the very beginning, he had never agreed to officially marry her. No matter how shamelessly she pestered him, urging him again and again to get a marriage license, he would never give in—not even in the throes of passion. He would either make an excuse or nonchalantly change the subject!’
’Out of love, Yang Liu’er had always had immense patience and tolerance for Bai Junfan. In her past life, she had remained by his side even when he took a beautiful new wife, asking only to be with him until they grew old. But now... perhaps she had lost too much, leaving a void in her heart that could never be filled. She was discovering that even in this new life, no amount of effort could change her fate. Tang Yaxuan, who had fallen from her pedestal and was no longer a noble lady, could still capture Bai Junfan with ease. They had been inseparable from the moment they met, and now they were in bed together. The position they were in utterly shattered Yang Liu’er’s heart. In her past life, Tang Yaxuan had once gloated that Bai Junfan liked to hold her as he slept, letting her lie over his left breast. The meaning was clear: even in his dreams, she was the one he cherished most in his heart.’