Chapter 307: Chen Yan didn't beat Laifu to death, but was killed by You Cheng Huai instead

A gilded bronze lamp hung from the beam, its warm yellow halo wrapping around the scent of powder, making the brocade curtains of the carved canopy bed feel cozy.

Chen Yan was gripping Mo Qianyu's wrist, pulling her toward the couch. Just as his fingertips touched the tie of her water-silk skirt, he suddenly heard a loud "bang."

That fine pear-wood door had been kicked off its hinges from the outside. Amidst the crisp sound of the hinges breaking, the door panel slammed heavily onto the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ah!" Mo Qianyu exclaimed, hurriedly pulling the brocade quilt to cover her shoulders, the pearl hairpin at her temple trembling "rustlingly."

Chen Yan, with half his body still pressing against the edge of the couch, was startled by the commotion, his whole body jolting.

"Who the hell is that!"

"Daring to kick my door!"

"And daring to ruin my good deed!"

He turned his head abruptly, his hair bun half-undone.

The jade belt, usually tied neatly, hung crookedly at his waist. His eyes still held a lingering haze, but now they were burning red with anger.

Such a bastard who ruins good deeds deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!

"Mo Qianyu!"

"My Mo Qianyu!"

You Pinghuai's voice was hoarse, as if someone were gripping his throat; every word he spoke was imbued with a strange, stubborn persistence.

His eyes stared straight at the frightened woman on the couch, as if she were a treasure that must be snatched.

"Hmm?"

"This voice..."

Chen Yan heard that voice and felt it was incredibly familiar. Until he saw that face clearly, his anger froze in his throat, and he asked in surprise: "Brother You, why is it you?!"

"What are you doing here?"

At this moment, where was there any trace of the usual gentle-as-jade You Cheng Huai?

His brocade robe was crooked, his black hair stuck messily to his sweat-dampened forehead, and his eyes were covered with a layer of murky white, as if his soul had been sucked away.

Chen Yan couldn't understand what this good friend intended to do.

He couldn't have gone crazy, could he?

"Mo Qianyu is mine!"

"Mine!"

You Cheng Huai kept emphasizing ownership, his voice hoarse and astringent, like rusty iron sheets rubbing together.

His gaze stared straight at Mo Qianyu in the corner of the couch, that look fanatical and hollow, making one's scalp tingle.

"Huh?"

"Brother You, didn't you have Chu Yingge to accompany you for a wonderful night?"

Chen Yan asked, both surprised and suspicious, not understanding.

He, Chen, wasn't eating alone; even their guards had been arranged with Jiangnan girls to accompany them.

He paused and tried to negotiate: "Brother, I've already taken the medicine, I can't hold it anymore..."

Because he had been playing in the flower bushes for years, Chen Yan's body was already hollowed out, and now he had to rely on medicine for help.

And at this very moment, the gun was already loaded, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired...

If he dragged it out any longer, he would really explode!

"Young Master Chen, what on earth is going on?"

Mo Qianyu's face was deathly pale, she shrank behind Chen Yan and asked in a low voice.

She had never encountered such a situation...

You ask me, who the hell am I supposed to ask... Chen Yan rolled his eyes in his heart upon hearing this, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and tentatively asked: "Brother You, how about this!"

"After I finish, I'll send her to your room, okay?"

As he spoke, he pulled the woman who was shrinking backward forward with all his might.

Mo Qianyu: "???"

She never imagined that this Young Master Chen could come up with such an operation...

"No!"

You Cheng Huai's voice suddenly rose, carrying a kind of bewitched paranoia, "Qianyu is mine!"

"Only mine!"

I don't know if it was stimulated by the brushing, but You Cheng Huai suddenly became extremely excited.

Chen Yan, whose fun had been ruined and who had retreated again and again, also lost his temper. No longer having any scruples, he cursed: "You Cheng Huai, you bastard, you don't know what's good for you, do you!"

"I've already made concessions, what else do you want!"

Chen Yan was truly provoked by his crazy, impervious appearance.

The pent-up anger surged to the top of his head, and he no longer cared about any brotherly feelings.

He suddenly jumped off the bed, raised his hand, grabbed You Cheng Huai's collar, and slammed him heavily against the wall.

"Qianyu, I want Qianyu!"

With a muffled "thud," You Cheng Huai's head hit the brick wall, but as if he didn't know pain, he still repeated it mechanically.

"No... something's wrong!"

Chen Yan finally realized the abnormality, took half a step back, the ferocity in his eyes faded, replaced by a layer of heavy suspicion: "You Cheng Huai's state is not right..."

He suddenly remembered the strange white film in You Cheng Huai's eyes just now, remembered his endless repetitive crazy words, remembered his brute force that was completely unlike his usual self...

This wasn't jealousy at all, it was clearly a loss of sanity!

It might be that he was under an evil spell!

"Qianyu can only be mine, no one is allowed to touch or defile her!"

You Cheng Huai's emotions became increasingly excited, he roared.

"Fine!"

Seeing this, Chen Yan made a prompt decision without any hesitation and made a choice: "Brother You, I'll give Mo Qianyu to you, okay!"

"Hurry and take her..."

It was just a woman, he must be crazy to continue arguing with him.

But before he finished speaking, and before he had time to signal Mo Qianyu to get up.

You Cheng Huai suddenly turned around as if stimulated by something, picked up the celadon vase on the desk, and smashed it over with the sound of wind.

"Ah!" Chen Yan only felt a sharp pain on the top of his head, and warm liquid flowed down his forehead, blurring his vision.

Amidst the spinning world, he stumbled backward, his lower back slamming heavily against the couch pillar.

"Chen Yan!"

You Cheng Huai had a few drops of blood splashed on his face, but his eyes were still terrifyingly hollow.

Watching Chen Yan fall, he bent down and picked up a sharp piece of porcelain from the floor.

The edge of the fragment flashed with cold light, still stained with undried wine.

"Are... you... crazy..."

Chen Yan still wanted to struggle to climb up, but the sharp pain in his forehead blurred his vision.

But the next moment, a bone-chilling coldness came from his neck, and then he was drowned in sharp pain.

Mo Qianyu froze on the couch, watching the glaring red spread from Chen Yan's neck until it stained his chest clothes.

Only then, as if her soul had been suddenly sucked away, did she burst into a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ah—" Mo Qianyu's scream was mixed with sobs, her whole body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"Murder!"

"Someone's dead!"

She didn't care about putting on shoes, rolled off the couch barefoot, the cold floor sticking to her soles, but it felt so hot she was stepping on charcoal.

Screaming, she lunged toward the kicked-in door.

"Young Master You killed Young Master Chen!"

"Help!"

You Cheng Huai's hand was still suspended in mid-air, his fingertips seemingly still retaining the coldness of the porcelain shard.

Just then, a sharp pain exploded from his temple, as if countless steel needles were stirring in his brain.

It hurt so much that his vision went black, he stumbled back a few steps, and slammed heavily against the dressing table.

"My head hurts so much... it hurts so much!"

He muttered, cold sweat instantly oozing from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

The white film covering his eyes faded like a tide, his hollow pupils gradually focused, and his chaotic sanity struggled out of the fog bit by bit.

"Wasn't I on Chu Yingge's bed?"

"Where is this?"

"It's Chen Yan..."

"I killed Chen Yan!"

"How could I have killed him?"

When You Cheng Huai finally could see the scene before him, all the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly.

Chen Yan lay on the ground, a hideous wound on his neck still gurgling with blood.

It stained the blue bricks beneath him red and soaked his loosened clothes.

Those eyes, which usually held a bit of banter, were now wide open, as if frozen with the last trace of shock and disbelief.

And in that glaring red, fragments of the celadon vase were scattered, one of which was stained with dark red blood, which was shockingly the one he had just held.

But there was no memory at all.

"Was there a woman who rushed out just now..."

"No!"

"I can't stay here!"

You Cheng Huai realized something belatedly, panic drowned him like a tide, and only one thought remained in his mind—run!

He looked around in panic, his gaze landing on the open window.

Outside the window was the narrow alley of the Hongxiao Workshop's backyard, empty at the moment.

There was no time to hesitate.

You Cheng Huai stumbled to the window, stepped on the sill, and flipped out.

In his panic, his blood-stained boots left two blurry blood prints on the windowsill.

When he jumped down, he stepped out a string of blood footprints of varying depths in the muddy ground of the courtyard, extending toward the alley entrance.

When Mo Qianyu, like a shadow rolled by a gale, stumbled into the main hall of the Hongxiao Workshop, she bumped into several turtle-slaves cleaning up scattered wine cups.

"Someone's dead!"

"Young Master Chen has been killed!"

"Killed by Young Master You who came with him!"

"Hurry, someone come!"

Her voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, but carried a sharpness that pierced the eardrums, suddenly piercing the remaining lingering sounds of silk and bamboo in the hall.

Several wealthy merchants who were hugging girls and joking were startled, the wine cups in their hands falling to the ground with a "clatter."

Several aristocratic youths leaning against the second-floor railing poked their heads out, and seeing her appearance, the frivolity on their faces instantly froze.

Discussions broke out all around:

"Murdered?"

"Who was killed?"

"Surname Chen?"

"One surnamed Chen, one surnamed You? Could it be the guy who just beat Young Master Ji and snatched the girl was killed?"

"Yes! Before snatching the person just now, I heard Steward Su Yan call that person Young Master Chen!"

"Heaven's cycle of retribution, who does it spare! Serves him right!"

For a time, those around began to gloat.

"This is not a good thing!"

An aristocratic youth frowned and voiced a different opinion.

"Why does this brother say so?" The person on the side asked in confusion.

"Several gentlemen, you come to the Hongxiao Workshop rarely, you probably don't know the identity of that Young Master Chen..." The aristocratic youth sighed and said in a deep voice.

"He can be so arrogant and domineering, he must be a young master from some aristocratic family, right?" The people on the side guessed.

"Young Master Chen is named Chen Yan, the eldest son of the Dingxiang Marquis Chen De, a founding general!" The aristocratic youth didn't keep them in suspense, blurted it out, his expression extremely solemn.

"What?!"

The people on the side were astonished.

They never imagined that the guy who died had such a big background...

"The murderer's identity is also not simple..." The aristocratic youth added, "He is the second eldest son of the Junior Marshal of the Summer Office!"

The people on the side, as well as those listening with ears pricked up, instantly broke into a cold sweat: "This excitement is not to be watched..."

"Hurry and leave!"

"Lest we get burned!"

"Right!" ===== CHAPTER 308 =====