Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 887 - 423: Destruction Before Rebirth 2

"Your illness hasn’t healed yet, stay a while longer."

Yu Ruohuan pointed at the TV: "Then kill her, and I’ll do what you say."

Wei Zhuhua gazed at her deeply: "You hate her because you’re jealous of her, right?"

Yu Ruohuan sneered through clenched teeth: "A wild chicken from the mountains, worthy of my jealousy? Are you kidding?"

"Just because she’s Sang Ziming’s great-granddaughter."

Yu Ruohuan looked up in disbelief, meeting Wei Zhuhua’s unfathomable eyes.

Wei Zhuhua seemed unaware of the bombshell she dropped with her words, calmly saying: "You and your grandmother are profoundly insecure by nature. She was jealous of Sang Ziming, with a hatred that almost destroyed her. You inherited her legacy, and I truly regret letting you grow up by her side."

Wei Zhuhua’s words revealed the deeply ingrained baseness etched into four generations of the Yu family.

During this time, she hasn’t been idle, investigating Shen You’an.

A very outstanding girl, though Huanhuan is prone to jealousy, she knows her limits. Her reckless hatred for Shen You’an indicated something unusual.

So she approached Jiao Long, and from him, she learned the truth.

Learning that Sang Ziming has descendants still alive relieved her.

Wei Zhuhua’s merciless criticism hit Yu Ruohuan like a slap, tearing off the facade to reveal decayed, maggot-ridden flesh.

Yu Ruohuan reacted as if her sore spot had been hit, becoming even more frantically hysterical: "Are you really my mother? How can you side with outsiders? You should stand with me and the Yu family. Even if she’s Sang Ziming’s descendant, so what? They deserve to die, deserve to be trampled underfoot, never to reincarnate..."

"Smack"—a slap landed fiercely on Yu Ruohuan’s face.

Yu Ruohuan fell to the ground from the blow, stunned and unable to react, her mind buzzing chaotically. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Deep within Wei Zhuhua’s eyes were a mix of pain, pity, and disappointment, but no regret.

This child was beyond saving.

"You hit me?"

A stunned Yu Ruohuan looked up incredulously.

Wei Zhuhua saw Yu Ruohuan’s face and recalled Mei Lvge’s sharp and mean old face.

The two became more alike—looks, temperament, even the inherent baseness, selfishness, and jealousy were the same.

Even though she was her own daughter, at this moment, Wei Zhuhua’s disgust for Yu Ruohuan reached its peak.

She didn’t want to stay in the room for even another moment, quickly turning and heading out, instructing the guards at the door to keep an eye on the young lady, not allowing her to step out.

Wei Lai called, and Wei Zhuhua took a deep breath, connecting the call and putting it to her ear.

"Madam, the child is gone."

Wei Zhuhua immediately stood up, clutching her bag as she swiftly left.

When she arrived hurriedly, Qiao Wan knelt on the ground, clutching the doctor’s leg while begging tearfully, disregarding any celebrity image. At this moment, she was just a mother desperate for her child to live.

The doctor sighed: "We’ve done everything we could, my condolences."

Wei Lai instructed the guards to pull Qiao Wan away, allowing the doctor to leave quickly.

Qiao Wan sat on the ground, vacant and silly as if soulless.

Wei Lai saw Wei Zhuhua, quickly approaching her and speaking in a quiet voice: "Madam, that child was unlucky, and the doctors have tried their best but couldn’t save her."

Wei Zhuhua looked at Qiao Wan, who was sitting on the ground giggling foolishly, with a fierce fire burning in her eyes.

"Do you think the Yu family is doomed, childless and grandchildless?"

Wei Lai was frightened by Qiao Wan’s light question, trembling, "Madam, be cautious with your words."

Qiao Wan’s child couldn’t be saved; the madam’s daughter was diagnosed with cancer at a young age; indeed, the Yu family’s offspring met unfortunate ends one after another.

However—"Madam, you forgot, there’s still Second Madam."

It’s not yet the end of the road.

Wei Zhuhua curled her lips, "No one escapes cause and effect."

She no longer held any hope for Mei Qingdai; this was the Yu family’s retribution.

The fall of this young life further solidified Wei Zhuhua’s choice within.

This cross-generational debt was coming to an end with this generation.

All of it would conclude.

Destruction before rebirth is the path to resurrection.

"How is the evidence I’ve asked you to gather coming along during this period?"

Wei Zhuhua’s voice was ethereal like smoke, making it challenging to discern.

Wei Lai’s mind tightened, respectfully replying: "Miss, rest assured, everything is proceeding discreetly."

He addressed her as Miss, not Madam.

At this moment, in his heart, Wei Zhuhua was no longer the Madam of the Yu family.