Chapter 214

In order to see the man's actions more clearly, Ya Ya spread its wings and flew flap-flap to the wall above; the man, i. e., the so-called husband, was tidying up the snowboard and gear used for skiing.

These things look miscellaneous, but their total weight is not light; the man, accustomed to a life of comfort, soon broke out in a sweat all over his head.

But, as soon as he thought of how this matter would end, he lowered his eyes, a hint of darkness flashing in his gaze; his whole body seemed to possess endless power.

He wiped his sweat, bent down, and skillfully felt his way onto the snowboard; at the binding's position, gritting his teeth, he struck the tool hard in his hand; not long after, the solid binding showed cracks, but unless examined closely, no one would notice it had been tampered with.

"Don't blame me..."

If anyone's to blame, blame you for being too domineering—he's a man, a big man who shouldn't be living off a woman's money; he had long forgotten how he used to fawn over Xin Yan, that is, the woman's days, especially these years, with her support, he's also a mid-level manager at the company.

If she died, as the primary heir to her estate, I would be the biggest beneficiary.

The inheritance would be his, the company would also be his. She would die in an accident—what does that have to do with him, her husband?

The man didn't directly damage it out of haste; instead, he made cracks. As everyone knows, skiing is a dangerous sport; he and his wife had come several times, eventually choosing the advanced course as the location.

Only here is there enough length; her skill is excellent—how could the wife, who almost made the national team, resist showing off? The pressure on the snowboard would increase, and then, with just a pop—

The man gave a sinister laugh; his poor wife, due to an accident, fell down the slope and died on the spot!

His plan was well designed; the man, lost in his imagined success, didn't notice a pair of wings cutting through the clouds above.

Ya Ya put away its camera, heart pounding like a drum: "How terrifying! How terrifying! Indeed, humans are the most terrifying creatures in the world!"

Seeing that the man's actions were meant to harm his own partner, Ya Ya's downy underside instantly soaked with cold sweat; it had to go tell Yue Yue!

At that moment, Ling Yue happened to be facing Xin Yan; her attitude was a disdain and viciousness she couldn't make sense of.

Ling Yue didn't care; suddenly her expression shifted, her sharp, knife-like gaze withdrawing, and the environment around her changed in an instant.

The advanced course at the ski resort.

She witnessed the entire process of the woman's death!

A biting wind blew past her protective gear; the woman crouched and set off, each stunning move holding the gaze, her actions unrestrained, and a sudden change occurred in an instant—

Using her ski pole for leverage, she came down hard on the slope when the binding on her snowboard suddenly burst; despite her experience, she immediately tried to change direction, but the snowboard still slid out, the tremendous friction flinging her off the intended path!

With a buzz in her head, her body flung into midair; weightlessness and wind rushed past her ears, like a feather toyed with by fate, and both shoes flew off in an instant.

Only if her whole body relaxed could her well-fitting shoes come off instantly; this also foretold the extremely cruel fact that she must be badly injured, for her consciousness to blur and even lose control of her body.

Xin Yan crashed heavily into the snow.

The biting fresh snow and bloody smell rushed into her nostrils.

Pain, so much pain.

A sky-filling crimson surged over her; she instantly realized something had happened, her mouth slightly open, but she only coughed up fresh blood mixed with lung fragments.

In the distance was her husband, injured yet rushing over at full speed.

He shouted anxiously, calling for help, but from Xin Yan's first-person perspective, Ling Yue clearly saw the smile and anticipation in his eyes.

"Honey, sorry, you can go in peace."

The simulation ended, and Ling Yue broke out in a cold sweat all over.

Indeed…… Xin Yan has chaotic lines on her Yintang, plus three chuan-shaped lines, prone to arguments—not only does it signify that disaster is likely, it also hints at marital discord; at the same time, Xin Yan's marriage palace is dark and lacking light, near breaking point.

Ling Yue also realized this was no ordinary accident, but a premeditated murder!

Seeing her, Xin Yan felt a chill, but before she could say anything, Ling Yue had already left the advanced course; seeing her run away so fast, Xin Yan swallowed her words again.

She might as well wait for Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou is naturally her husband's name; this ski trip wasn't just an outing—it also came after they'd quarreled about having a child, and though they were usually lovey-dovey, any mention of kids always led to an argument.

Especially lately.

What, she's almost thirty and wants to have a child quickly to carry on the family line—what line, what line? When they first married she'd said she'd have a kid if she wanted, and not if she didn't; Lao Zhou had agreed happily, but now he's suddenly changed his mind.

Besides her own wishes, there's the company; this is a critical moment—if she got pregnant it would certainly be inconvenient, who would the company be handed over to? Lao Zhou? Then she might as well hope a sow will climb a tree!

She admits her husband is thoughtful and meticulous, but that doesn't mean she's blind; she knows full well he's capable—it's his lack of virtue matching his position that's ruined him.

Thinking of this, Xin Yan paced irritably in place; when her husband returned, the snow under her feet had been packed flat and firm, the snowfield almost polished by her soles.

At the same time, Ling Yue found Da Hei and the three husky brothers; Da Hei had no interest in skiing, but the three husky brothers were working, which made them excited.

When Ling Yue found them, coincidentally, the three brothers were guarding the bottom of the advanced course.

Hearing that a criminal case had occurred, the three dogs were terrified; only Da Hei could barely stay calm, asking Ling Yue: "Um… what should we do?"

Ling Yue clapped her hands; several pairs of bright eyes turned to her: "I'll handle it—you just need to cooperate nicely."

Da Hei immediately sensed something was off, asking her: "What do you want us to do?"

Ling Yue smiled slightly; several sturdy big ears perked up: "Come over, I'll tell you……"

A plan as daring as they come formed among the few dogs and Ling Yue's small team; hearing her plan, the dogs widened their eyes, full of surprise.

Jun Jun heard the plan and agreed without hesitation.

Ling Yue gave a mysterious smile: "He likes to put on a show, doesn't he? Then let him give a good performance!"

As expected, when she returned, Xin Yan's husband had already come back; seeing them using the same course, Xin Yan was in a terrible mood.

She thought Ling Yue wouldn't give up, and she immediately frowned; before she could speak, she said outright: "Don't come over—I'll never believe you swindlers!"

Xin Yan's eyes were bloodshot, she gritted her teeth and said: "You swindlers, why aren't you in jail yet?!"

Ling Yue blinked, surprised that Xin Yan's fierce resistance far exceeded her expectations, which piqued her curiosity.

Before she could say anything, Jun Jun let out a cold snort: "We're here to ski—miss, don't get ideas."

"Heh." Xin Yan gave only a light sneer.

Her resentment toward fortune-tellers stems from childhood; though her family wasn't rich, they were comfortably well-off, content with modest means, but one early spring her father suddenly fell gravely ill; the small county hospital couldn't find the cause, urging them to transfer immediately to the provincial hospital.

But her mother, panicked by the illness, had heard somewhere that an Eastern City Daoist had effective disease-warding talismans; as long as the talisman ashes were dissolved in water and drunk, her father's illness would surely be cured without medicine!

Her mother believed it and acted at once, but there was no effect whatsoever; her father died because treatment was delayed beyond the optimal window, beyond the help of medicine and stones.

Thus she loathed those who constantly claimed a darkened Yintang foretold disaster—if it weren't for them, how could her family have been destroyed!

"If there really were immortal Daoists, how could they fail to save my father's life! These are all fake! Deceptive trash! I will never believe you swindlers!"

When she spoke, her captivating gaze locked onto Ling Yue, just short of directly saying, "The swindler's back to swindle again!"

Ling Yue pressed her lips, then looked at the man beside him; he startled, obviously not expecting her sudden gaze—this was his first time doing such a thing, meeting Ling Yue's sharp, knife-like eyes, as if they saw through all his schemes.

Zhou Feng's expression was very unnatural; in the end, he forced himself, relying on strong mental fortitude, to gloss over it.

The smart man simply didn't get involved in these matters, changing the subject: "Honey, I brought the stuff over—you put it on first—"

Before he finished speaking, a dog bark suddenly came from behind; turning his head, a fierce wolf dog appeared abruptly in the icy snowfield, the pure white snow accentuating its ferocity, its several-dozen-pound weight and flowing long hair making it look as imposing as a snowfield wolf king.

It charged straight at him, its sharp, icy-white fangs able to tear him apart directly!

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

"Humans, make way, the little flying dog is coming! The little flying dog is coming!"

Da Hei blinked his pure, innocent eyes, "I'm just a simple, cute little dog; I don't understand what order means!"

"Ahhh! Don't come over, don't come over!"

In reply came the man's terrified shriek; the things in his arms spilled everywhere, he plunged into panic, completely unable to see the exchange of glances between Ling Yue and the vicious dog.

Ling Yue: "【Awesome!】"

Da Hei: "【Hehehe, owner's the best!】"

Ling Yue chuckled lightly, seeing the man's prepared item shift direction, veer around, and finally return to the right track—the damaged piece he held in his hand.

"Honey, are you okay?"

With everyone present, the man who could probably only keep things hidden had a grim face, yet he had to keep up the act in front of his wife, managing only a forced smile.

"I'm fine, it's just that—" the word "dog" hadn't left his mouth when not a single dog hair could be found on the spot.

"Damn it!"

"Damn dog!"

He cursed inwardly, his face flushing ever redder; he didn't even know when he had put on his protective gear, standing on a skateboard, leaning on a ski pole, a small breeze from the top blowing over his hot, flushed brows, eyes, ears, and lips, the man's overheated, dazed brain suddenly cooled, his whole blood seeming to clot into sheets—

What did I just do?

Zhou Feng instinctively looked ahead—his wife, who had set off a step before him, her eyes bursting with intense light; she was doomed!

The man felt pleased, again imagining the previous scene; the next moment, he indeed heard others' exclamations, secretly curling the corner of his mouth—look, she was indeed about to have an accident!

The Husky trio, standing ready: "Wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh!"

"Brothers, hurry up, come save people!",,.