Chapter 242: Chapter 242

Do you like the birthday gift?

Leng Yunyang smiled and shook his head. In his open palm lay a diamond necklace.

The pink diamond, cut into a teardrop shape, refracted an unrivaled brilliance in the dim car cabin.

Jewels are meant to adorn beautiful women, but alas, this one’s temperament is quite fiery.

The car pulled into the Leng family estate.

The villa was brightly lit inside.

A man, his limbs tightly bound, knelt in the center of the grand hall. He was cursing loudly, spouting vulgar profanities with no awareness of his prisoner status.

From outside the hall came the faintest sound of footsteps, followed by the cheerful voice of a young man, "Third Uncle."

The kneeling Leng Hao trembled all over and whipped his head around in shock.

The young man walked in, the moonlight trailing behind him. His handsome features were striking, his demeanor languid.

A dashing, debonair aristocrat.

Leng Hao’s eyes almost burst from their sockets in rage.

"Seeing me alive and well, isn’t that rather disappointing for you?" This text is hosted at NovelHub(.)net

The young man’s lips held a faint smile, his gaze though was cold and ruthless.

"Leng Yunyang, you’re disloyal, unfilial, and without honor. You will face your retribution."

Leng Yunyang clicked his tongue, "Speaking of disloyalty, unfilial behavior, and dishonor, you, dear Third Uncle, are the master of it all. I pale in comparison."

Leng Hao’s eyes flickered with unease. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"The matters with my father, combined with tonight’s grievances—it’s time for us to settle everything together."

Leng Hao cursed furiously, "Leng Yunyang, I’m your own uncle! How dare you try to lay a finger on me—ARGH!"

A sudden, piercing scream erupted from Leng Hao as he gasped sharply in pain.

The young man crouched down slightly, grasping Leng Hao’s little finger, and bent it down with force.

A sharp crack of bone snapping echoed through the room.

Everyone present shivered collectively.

The old butler, standing in the corner, sighed and shook his head lightly.

The young man delivered cruel blows, yet his lips still bore a smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

But in Leng Hao’s eyes, he looked like the most terrifying demon imaginable.

Then came the second finger, the third finger—one by one, they were broken...

By now, Leng Hao was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale as paper. No more curses or vulgarities spilled from his lips.

"Third Uncle, in the past, out of respect for my father, I gave you the courtesy of being my uncle. But you crossed the line when you conspired with that old woman to trap me. Now you even dare to attempt to take my life again? Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for showing no mercy."

"Hao’er..." Elder Mrs. Leng cried out hoarsely, her frail figure stumbling forward in desperation.

Leng Yunyang calmly stepped back, pulling out a clean handkerchief and meticulously wiping each of his fingers.

Under the light, his face was breathtakingly handsome, but also chillingly detached.

Leng Hao was in so much pain he could no longer form words, while Elder Mrs. Leng’s bloodshot eyes glared daggers at Leng Yunyang. If looks could kill, he would have been reduced to a thousand pieces by now.

"You heartless scoundrel! What sins has the Leng family committed to deserve someone like you?! Heavens above, open your eyes! This ungrateful beast deserves divine punishment... I should have strangled you when we brought you back. You’re nothing but a cursed bastard with no known origins!"

The air in the grand hall thickened abruptly, the temperature plummeting to freezing.

The young man simply stared at her quietly, his gaze unflinching and smooth like a calm sea. Yet this terrified Elder Mrs. Leng, rendering her unable to continue spewing venom.

His still, chilling eyes radiated an unsettling aura of bloodlust, making one’s skin crawl.

On the second floor, Leng Xuexi clenched the handrail with her delicate hand, her breath hitching.

What did Grandma mean by that? A bastard with no known origins? If her brother was a bastard, then what did that make her?

Suddenly, distant memories surfaced. Their grandmother had disliked her and her brother since they were children. She used to think it was mere favoritism.

But now it seemed there was a deeper secret hidden beneath it all.

"Third Uncle has been diligent for the Leng Group all these years. Though he might not have earned credit, he has endured the hardship. The group is developing an infrastructure project on Nanqiao Island. Third Uncle, why not oversee it there? With any luck, spend the rest of your life there—never to return."

Leng Hao’s eyes widened in horror. Nanqiao Island—an uninhabitable wasteland. If he went there, he would never survive.

It was a death sentence disguised as a mission; prison would have been kinder.

This boy had an utterly ruthless heart.

"No, I won’t go! Mother, I can’t go!"

Elder Mrs. Leng wrapped her arms around Leng Hao tightly. "He’s not going anywhere! Get out of here, all of you!"

Two black-suited bodyguards stepped forward. Ignoring her protests, they pried her away and dragged Leng Hao off.

Leng Hao’s anguished screams grew fainter and fainter, fading into the silent, moonless night. Yet the chilling sound left everyone present trembling to their core.

Elder Mrs. Leng rolled her eyes back and threatened to faint on the spot.

Leng Yunyang remained indifferent. "The Elder Mrs. Leng isn’t in good health. Starting today, she’ll be sent to the sanatorium."

The Leng Group owned a private sanatorium. Once someone was sent there, it was nearly impossible to leave.