But that was only what she wanted before; now she doesn’t dare to think she can still sit safely in the position of the Young Mistress of the Lu Family.

Tan Shuya naturally didn’t overlook the trace of murderous intent in Lu Jingchen’s eyes just now. Perhaps she would have been very afraid before, but now, Tan Shuya doesn’t feel scared because she has long put life and death aside. What she wants most now is for Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao to taste the pain of losing a son.

Moreover... she most hopes that the bitch and her son will live in pain for the rest of their lives and that the Tan Family, which has already abandoned her, will go bankrupt.

Nan Moyan stood aside, his gaze carrying a hint of coldness, looking at the somewhat deranged Tan Shuya. He slightly furrowed his brows and then spoke indifferently, "Do you think you can leave this dock today?"

The man’s voice was somewhat deep, quite pleasant to hear, and his eyes were fixed on Tan Shuya. However, the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile, as if watching a performing clown.

Tan Shuya’s gaze fell on Nan Moyan, and when she saw the man’s appearance clearly, she frowned, feeling his voice was very familiar, yet she couldn’t recall where she had heard it before. Hearing his words, her face changed. She turned to glance at the calm and shipless sea and suddenly understood. She looked back at Nan Moyan and coldly laughed, "If I can’t leave, then I won’t. This child... if I die, he’ll accompany me to the grave, and I won’t be so lonely on Huangquan Road."

The more she spoke, the more frenzied her expression became. Even her eyes were filled with madness.

Lu Wangshu was being tightly choked by Tan Shuya. His little face almost turned completely red, and due to difficulty breathing, he even started to take on a bluish hue.

Song Qiao looked at her son, feeling as if her heart was being gripped tightly by a giant hand, the pain causing tears in her eyes to well up uncontrollably, her emotions on the brink of collapse. "Tan Shuya, release my son. I’ll be your hostage, okay? He’s just a child. Let him go... I’m begging you, please let him go..."

Song Qiao desperately tried to move towards Tan Shuya, but Lu Jingchen held her tightly in his arms.

The man’s face was extremely somber, almost dripping with water. His gaze fell on Lu Wangshu, who was on the verge of fainting with his eyes rolling back, and the murderous aura emanating from him became increasingly evident.

Tan Shuya looked down at Lu Wangshu in her hand, showing no intention of sparing him, and instead looked at Song Qiao, saying, "Song Qiao, do you know how much I hate you, how much I wish you were dead? Seeing you in pain now, you can’t imagine how relieved I feel inside. The more you suffer, the more at ease I am. If you want me to release your son, you can resolve it yourself. If you die, I’ll consider releasing your son. How about it?"

The woman’s eyes were filled with madness, the hatred barely concealed, and her gaze fixated on Song Qiao in the distance. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Song Qiao glanced at Lu Wangshu, then looked at Tan Shuya’s crazy face, biting her lip, her voice hoarse, "Is what you said true? If I die, you will release my son, right?"

"Mom..." Lu Wangshu, who was almost unconscious due to lack of breath, heard his mother’s words and forcefully opened his eyes, barely able to vaguely see Song Qiao’s figure. His voice was strained, as if using all his strength to speak, "Mom... don’t... don’t die..."

Each word he forced out felt incredibly painful, not just in his throat but even in his lungs.

Though young, he understood the situation and even thought he was about to die.

Song Qiao looked at her son. Though she couldn’t hear his words, she could read his lips and immediately understood what he was saying.

Instantly, her heart felt as if it was being sliced open, desperately reaching to pry open Lu Jingchen’s hands. Tears streamed down her face, but her gaze remained fixed on Tan Shuya, "You want me dead, fine. Release my son, and take my life as you wish... Please, let him go; he won’t last much longer..."

Lu Jingchen looked down at Song Qiao, who was almost breaking down in his arms, then glanced at his son, whose face was starting to turn blue. His expression was exceedingly grim.

Beside him, Nan Moyan also looked displeased. With his young nephew in the woman’s hands, he didn’t dare act rashly; otherwise, he would have drawn his gun and shot the woman by now.

For a moment, both sides were at a standoff.

Tan Shuya looked down at Lu Wangshu, whose face was turning increasingly blue, and slightly relaxed her grip, allowing Lu Wangshu to breathe more freely. His face turned red, but he was significantly better than before.

The woman stepped back a few steps, her gaze landing on Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen in front of her. She licked her dry lips, suddenly shifting her gaze to Nan Moyan, and burst out laughing, "I finally remembered who you are. Aren’t you the man I paid to kidnap Song Qiao? I’m very curious how you ended up with them."

Nan Moyan’s voice was very familiar to Tan Shuya. Initially, she couldn’t recall who it was, but now she suddenly remembered. Nan Moyan’s voice closely resembled the boss of the group she hired to kidnap Song Qiao.

No, they were almost the same person.

This sudden realization made her extremely curious about how Nan Moyan ended up with Song Qiao and the others.

Moreover, she understood the reason behind what he said earlier: the ship she arranged hadn’t arrived, likely due to Nan Moyan’s intervention.

"You want to know? Release the child, and I’ll tell you." Nan Moyan remained motionless, speaking almost emotionlessly.

Tan Shuya’s gaze turned cold, tugging at her red lips. The curve of her mouth seemed like a smile, but there was no hint of amusement, her voice tinged with mockery, "Do you think I’m stupid? Release this child, and then what? Let you all deal with me?"

She began to doubt the man’s intelligence.

——Checking the date, I realized the monthly ticket multiplier has already started. If you have a monthly ticket, hurry and vote. The system will reclaim them on the first.