Chapter 48: The Final Lesson

That person frowned as she looked at her like that.

That man came to his senses then, taking a step forward. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m warning you—”

Lin Qingxue didn’t even look at him. She lifted her foot and kicked him in the knee.

“Crack.”

The sound of bone twisting to the side.

The man shrieked, crumpling to the ground.

Lin Qingxue’s second kick was already there, landing square on his temple.

He grunted, his eyes rolling back, and fell stiffly to the ground. He didn’t move.

That woman screamed.

But only half a scream.

Lin Qingxue had already grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back.

“Ah—” The woman’s arm was wrenched behind her, her whole body spun around.

Lin Qingxue lifted her foot and kicked the back of her knee.

“Thud.”

The woman fell to her knees onto the concrete, her face pale with pain, lips trembling, tears streaming down.

Su Yutao was being held, her entire body frozen.

She heard the sound of bone twisting, the screams, the dull thuds, the sound of bodies hitting the ground.

Qiansui whispered in her ear, “She knocked the guy out… The woman’s on her knees…”

Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter.

That voice came from behind, still so calm. “Alright. No one’s bothering you now.”

Su Yutao didn’t know what to do. She just stood there, holding Qiansui, trembling all over.

That person stood behind her, taking her hand.

That hand was cold, hard, like an iron clamp.

It gripped Su Yutao’s hand and pushed it forward.

Su Yutao’s fingers touched something—warm, soft, trembling.

It was that woman’s neck.

Su Yutao’s hand began to shake.

She tried to pull back.

She couldn’t.

That person held her hand, not letting her withdraw.

That voice was right in her ear, soft and light. “Do you remember what she called you this afternoon?”

Su Yutao nodded.

She remembered.

Every word.

“Then let her hear it now.”

Su Yutao’s hand trembled.

That woman’s neck trembled in her palm, and she let out a muffled sob. “No, no… please…”

Su Yutao didn’t want to choke her.

She wanted to pull away.

She just wanted to go back, curl up on the sofa, hold Qiansui, and wait for dawn.

But that person wouldn’t let her.

She tightened her grip on Su Yutao’s hand, just a little.

Su Yutao’s fingers dug into the woman’s neck.

The woman’s sobs grew louder.

Su Yutao’s hand shook even more.

She opened her mouth, letting out a hoarse “Hah… hah…”

She wanted to say “I don’t want to.” She couldn’t.

That person seemed to understand. She let out a cold laugh. “Worthless. Can’t even kill a person.”

She let go of Su Yutao’s hand, grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her up.

Su Yutao’s eyes stung with pain—though no tears fell.

Qiansui slipped from her arms and fell to the ground.

She tried to reach for them, but couldn’t.

That person pulled her close, that voice icy in her ear. “Either you strangle her to death right now, or I strangle you.”

Su Yutao’s breath caught.

“What’s the difference between someone like you, who just whines when bullied, and those mangy stray dogs?”

The voice paused.

“Choose.”

Su Yutao shook her head frantically.

No tears came, but her whole body trembled.

That person looked at her, eyes utterly unmoved.

She released Su Yutao’s hair, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against the woman’s neck.

This time it wasn’t a hold. It was a press.

Su Yutao’s fingers dug into the woman’s throat.

“Push harder,” that voice said.

Su Yutao shook her head.

That person gripped her hand and squeezed.

The woman’s face flushed red, her mouth open, unable to make a sound.

Her eyes bulged, tears streaming from the corners.

Su Yutao could feel the woman’s pulse beating in her palm, faster and faster, weaker and weaker.

She wanted to let go.

She couldn’t.

That person held her hand like an iron clamp.

“Harder,” that voice said.

Su Yutao’s tears finally came.

Not from her eyes, but from her heart.

Her mouth open, she let out a whimpering sound, just like that afternoon.

But this time it wasn’t from grievance. It was from fear.

She was afraid that woman would die by her hand.

She was afraid of that person.

She was afraid of herself.

The woman’s face went from red to purple, her eyes rolling upward, her hands clawing at the air, finding Su Yutao’s arm, nails digging in, then quickly sliding down.

Su Yutao could feel the woman’s body going limp, sliding downward.

Almost dead.

Su Yutao’s mind went blank.

She just wanted it all to stop.

She wanted that person to let go.

Wanted her to let her go.

Wanted to go back.

Wanted to hold Qiansui.

Wanted to wait for dawn.

But that person didn’t let go. That voice was in her ear, soft. “Just a little more.”

Su Yutao shook her head.

Shook it desperately.

The whimpering grew louder, like the death cry of an animal.

Then—

That hand let go.

Su Yutao was yanked back and fell to the ground.

The woman collapsed, clutching her neck, gasping for breath, coughing and trembling, tears and snot streaming.

Su Yutao lay on the ground, shaking all over.

Her hands still trembled, her fingers still curved in a choking position, stiff and unable to straighten.

The woman lay beside her, clutching her neck, gasping and coughing.

Then that person moved.

She walked over to the woman and looked down at her.

The woman looked up, her eyes full of terror, lips trembling, voice hoarse and barely audible. “P-please… let me go…”

That person didn’t speak.

She bent down and whispered in Su Yutao’s ear, “Alright, since you’ve vented your anger, there’s no use keeping her.”

Su Yutao froze.

What did that mean?

That person straightened up, grabbed the woman by the hair, and dragged her up from the ground.

The woman screamed, a sharp, hoarse sound like a chicken being choked.

She struggled desperately, hands flailing, feet kicking.

It was useless.

That person lifted her with one hand, like a chicken.

The woman cried, “No—please—I won’t do it again—I’ll never insult her again—”

That person looked at her, voice very soft, very light. “By the way, let me show you something. This is called killing the chicken to scare the monkey. If you don’t behave, you’ll end up like this woman.”

Su Yutao’s breath stopped.

She heard that person grab the woman’s neck.

The woman’s cries cut off. Then there was a “crack,” very soft, very crisp, like breaking a twig.

The woman’s body went limp.

Her head lolled to one side. She didn’t move.

Her hand dropped, fingertips grazing Su Yutao’s arm. Cold.

Su Yutao curled up on the ground, holding Qiansui, her entire body frozen. Not trembling. Frozen.

Like she was trapped in ice.

She had heard this sound before. That rainy night.

Zhou Wan had made the same sound—crack—and then she was gone.

Qiansui trembled in her arms, their voice tiny as a mosquito. “Sh-she killed her…”

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