Chapter 6668
Heavy Rain, Murder Night
Yun Yuyan's eyes glanced downwards uncontrollably, and her brain went blank in an instant, as if she had been struck by lightning, and all her thoughts stopped at this moment.
The words "Monster..." blurted out with a hint of fear and shyness echoed in the small bathroom.
The voice was trembling, as if reflecting her inner panic.
Xiao Chen was also caught off guard. His body stiffened slightly, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and his tone was somewhat helpless: "Are you going to go out and let me change my clothes..."
His voice was low and steady, yet seemed somewhat powerless in this awkward atmosphere.
Yun Yuyan suddenly woke up from her dream, her cheeks instantly turned red like a ripe apple, and even her neck was dyed with a bright color.
She stammered, "I...I...I...I'll go out right now..."
The words seemed to be stuck in his throat, jumping out word by word, full of panic and embarrassment.
With a loud bang, the bathroom door was slammed shut.
The sound of the door closing seemed to be Yun Yuyan's release of her inner panic, and also like an escape from this embarrassing scene.
Yun Yuyan ran back to the bedroom in a panic, her high heels making a "thump thump" sound on the floor, and every step seemed to be stepping on her panicked heart.
After closing the door, she threw herself on the bed and covered her face with the pillow.
The soft touch of the pillow could not bring her any comfort at this moment. Her face was so hot that it seemed to be burning. Even the cold air from the air conditioner could not dispel the heat.
She could feel her heartbeat echoing violently in her ears, as if it was about to burst through her chest.
She kept repeating to herself: "I saw nothing... I saw nothing..."
But the more this happened, the more clearly the scene just now echoed in my mind.
Xiao Chen's perfect figure and powerful lines were like a never-fading painting, deeply engraved in her memory, making her almost collapse.
This was the first time she saw a man's body. The shock and impact were like a surging tide that took a long time to subside.
It was unknown how much time had passed before Yun Yuyan came to her senses.
She slowly raised her head from the bed, with a trace of panic and shyness still in her eyes.
He muttered to himself: "This guy looks so thin, how come he has such a good figure? And that thing down there... is so scary..."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was telling her shock to the silent air.
That night, she hid in her room and never came out.
She wrapped herself in the quilt like a frightened deer, trying to use the quilt to isolate herself from the outside world.
She just asked Xiao Chen to go back to his room and rest early, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
She didn't know how to face Xiao Chen, nor did she know how to face the panic and shyness in her heart.
This sudden awkward encounter was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in her originally peaceful life that took a long time to dissipate.
Xiao Chen didn't take the fact that Yun Yuyan saw him naked to heart. In his opinion, it was just an accident.
Just look at the light, he doesn't feel he has suffered any loss.
After all, he had gone through countless life and death tests over the years, and his character had long been tempered to be as hard as a rock. This kind of trivial matter could not cause much ripples in his heart. After returning to the room, he closed the door and locked it with a light twist of his fingers.
The moment the door closed, it was as if an invisible mask was lifted and his temperament suddenly changed.
He had been somewhat casual at first, but now he was emitting a bone-chilling chill all over his body, like a killing god walking out of an extremely cold land, making people shudder.
Outside the window, drizzle was falling. The raindrops hit the glass window, making a crackling sound, as if it was a wake-up call of fate.
Xiao Chen walked to the window with steady steps. He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, standing firm in the wind and rain.
His eyes were staring into the distance like an eagle, sharp and deep, as if they could penetrate the dark rain curtain and see the enemy hiding in the shadows.
Cold words came out of his mouth slowly, each word was like a sharp blade, carrying endless murderous intent: "Rainy night, murderous night. Yang family, are you ready?"
His voice was low but powerful, echoing in the silent room like the sentence of death.
On the other side of the city, inside the Yang family’s old house, there was a completely different scene.
The place is brightly lit, but the bright lights cannot dispel the depression and despair that permeates the air.
Yang Ping knelt upright in front of the ancestral tablet, his body trembling slightly, and his forehead hit the ground heavily, making a dull "dong" sound.
The voice echoed in the empty room, as if it was his confession to his family.
"Ancestors, I'm sorry to the Yang family and have brought shame to the family!" His voice choked with sobs, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes and dripping onto the cold floor tiles.
He clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all.
He knew very well that the Yang family was now facing an unprecedented crisis, and all this was because of what he and Yang Pan had done.
Yang Pan was huddled in a corner, her body curled up into a ball, her eyes full of fear and unwillingness.
Her fingers scratched the wall unconsciously, her nails scraping against the rough surface, making a rustling sound.
Blood began to seep out from between her nails, but she was completely unaware of it, as if the pain could make her temporarily forget the predicament she was facing.
In the dark, pairs of eyes are watching all this closely, like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
These people were other members of the Yang family. Some of them had eyes filled with anger, while others had a hint of helplessness and despair.
The decline of the Yang family puts the fate of each of them in jeopardy.
Yang Ping, who was kneeling there, couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes red, and yelled at Yang Pan: "Yang Pan, can you please stop scratching? It's so annoying."
His voice exploded in the room, carrying endless irritation and anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ping slapped Yang Pan hard in the face with a "slap".
The slap was delivered with all his strength, and Yang Pan's face swelled up instantly, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"It's all your fault, you bastard. The ancestor was seriously injured and has become a disabled person. Without the ancestor, our Yang family will surely die!" Yang Ping roared in anger, his voice filled with despair and grief.
He knew very well that the ancestor of the Yang family had always been the backbone of the family. Now that the ancestor had fallen, the Yang family was like a building that had lost its foundation and could collapse at any time.
The culprit behind all this is Yang Pan. (End of this chapter)