Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 65 - The Death of Song Yun

He naturally knew about the matter of Song Zhen returning the jade pendant. At the time, he was still a little puzzled as to why Mother had specially done such a small thing.

Now he understood everything. His mouth couldn't help but spread into a bitter smile.

So, at that time, Mother was already preparing to use his life to trap and kill Song Yan? At that time, his plan against Song Zhen hadn't even been executed yet. At that time, Song Zhen was still completely unharmed.

Was his heart in pain?

Perhaps so.

One of his hands was placed on his chest as if tightly grasping something. Even the breathing in his nose had become rapid and short. Perhaps because of the clotted blood accumulated in his throat, it had turned into a rattling sound.

Just then, Gu Banxia's brow furrowed slightly as if she had sensed something.

"Young Master-in-law... someone is coming."

Song Yan raised his head and looked into the distance. It was a pitch-black expanse, and he couldn't see anything. The downpour obscured everything.

"A little later than I expected."

He retracted his gaze and smiled at Song Yun.

"Since you brothers are meeting, I won't disturb you. After all, you are blood brothers. For an outsider like me to be present is a bit of an eyesore."

Although they don't have the same father, they ultimately have the same mother. There shouldn't be a big problem in calling them blood brothers.

Song Yan then turned and left with Gu Banxia. The curtain of rain blocked their vision, and in a short time, their backs could no longer be seen.

Song Yun did not flee. On one hand, it was because of the physical torture; with a broken leg and his body in piercing pain, he couldn't run away.

On the other hand, it was probably because his heart was already dead.

Of course, it might also have been for that tiny bit of hope remaining in his heart.

And Song Yan wouldn't have let him leave alive either. If he really had a chance to escape, he (Song Yan) would appear before his eyes at any moment, like a spectator watching the story script he had personally drawn, hiding in some unknown corner.

As if his soul had been snatched away, Song Yun just sat on the ground motionless, letting the bean-sized raindrops smash relentlessly against his face, letting his body soak in the water.

A long time should have passed.

Splash, splash, splash...

Some different sounds finally came through the downpour. His lowered head finally lifted. Song Yun turned to look, and several figures appeared in the hazy night rain.

"Seventh Brother, what are you doing here?"

"And in such a pathetic state?"

When that familiar and somewhat mocking voice drilled into his ears, the last trace of hope in Song Yun's heart disappeared.

He had schemed to cripple Song Zhen. In Song Yun's view, he was not wrong in this matter. It wasn't just because of their mother's favoritism, but also because the spoiled Song Zhen was the bane of the Duke's mansion and would sooner or later bring disaster upon it.

He had pointed the spearhead at his mother, but he only wanted to reduce her authority a little.

In his heart, the thought of harming his mother had truly never appeared.

But in his mother's eyes, the only value of his life seemed to be just to pave the way for Song Zhen.

As the distance grew shorter, Song Yun finally saw them clearly. There were five people. Song Zhen was on one person's back, his whole body soaked and looking somewhat miserable. Although he had a straw raincoat, in this kind of downpour, the use of a straw raincoat was minimal.

He completely didn't care what would become of his injured arm and leg after being soaked by the downpour. Up close, his face was a twisted mixture of hatred, venom, and catharsis.

Song Zhen got down. Although only one leg could support his body, with the help of two people, he still walked in front of Song Yun.

Those few people, Song Yun recognized them all.

They were the people brought from the Yang family when Yang Siyao entered the Duke's mansion.

Actually, Song Zhen originally didn't have to be in such a pathetic state. He had prepared another carriage and had been quietly following behind when Song Yun left the Pine Garden. Who knew that not long after the carriage had set off, the axle of one of the wheels broke.

In the middle of the night like this, it wasn't an easy thing to find a repairman. His few subordinates had wanted to send Song Zhen to a safe place and then deal with Song Yun alone, but Song Zhen refused. There were some things he had to complete with his own hands.

Seeing Song Yun's pathetic state, Song Zhen suddenly started to laugh. The 'hahaha' sound echoed in the curtain of rain.

"Old Seven, you have a day like this too?"

That wave of hatred seemed to rush directly to his head:

"Beat him for me."

Two subordinates rushed over. One of them kicked Song Yun in the chest. Song Yun's body was kicked to the ground, splashing up sheets of water.

He seemed to hear a crack. It was probably another rib... or a few ribs... breaking in his chest. Immediately after, feet landed heavily on his body again and again. Even though Song Yun forcefully kept his mouth shut, he still couldn't help but let out a series of muffled groans.

Amidst the frenzied beating, Song Zhen's almost insane roars were mixed in.

“Song Yun, you son of a bitch."

"You harmed me."

"And I always thought you were my best younger brother, but you! You caused me to have a broken arm and a broken leg."

"You turned me into a cripple!"

Cripple!

Cripple!

Cripple!!!

That was the hoarsest of howls, echoing in the heavy rain.

Boom... Crack.

A silver chain of lightning brought an instant of light to this pitch-black world, illuminating a face like that of a vicious ghost.

Song Zhen was breathing heavily. After a long while, he waved his hand.

"Stop."

Only then did the two subordinates in black temporarily let Song Yun go. His appearance was even more miserable than before. His nose was already crooked, the nasal bone likely fractured. Blood gushed out, and even from his ears, traces of blood seeped. His mouth continuously spat out bloody foam, but it was quickly washed away by the rain.

His two arms struggled, wanting to prop up his body, but after trying for a long time, he gave up, just lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"I once swore that the torture I suffered, I would return it twofold."

Saying this, a man in black picked up a rock and handed it to Song Zhen. It was the size of half a head, enough.

Another person supported Song Zhen as he crouched in front of Song Yun.

"My dear little brother, don't you have anything to say?"

Song Yun grinned. He had thought about whether or not to tell Song Zhen what Song Yan had told him. But this brief moment of thought, in Song Zhen's eyes, was a refusal. A ferocity flashed across his gloomy eyes, and the next second, Song Zhen's only remaining left arm was already raised high.

Thud!

The rock smashed down on Song Yun's elbow.

Crack.

Human bones, compared to rocks, are still not hard enough.

Accompanied by the crisp sound, Song Yun's arm immediately bent in a bizarre way.

Ahhhhhh...

Song Yun was unable to bear such pain. His body curled up and convulsed as he let out the first miserable scream.

He could clearly feel the shattered bone poking into his flesh, could feel the muscle and skin being torn, could feel the tendons in his arm snapping.

Watching Song Yun's state, Song Zhen was panting heavily, a nearly pathological smile on his face.

That's right, just like this. Once upon a time, he had also convulsed and screamed just like this.

Then, he raised the rock again.

This time, the target was the knee!