HBWMA -Chapter 275 Life-and-Death Struggle

Jiang Huashan had never seen anything like this before. She was completely terrified, screaming as she ran in every direction trying to escape.

But she was no match for these villains. In just a few moves, her hands were bound and she was thrown onto a sofa. Crying, she begged for mercy and even tried to threaten them with the Jiang family’s name—but it was useless. Fortunately, just as the hem of her skirt was being torn apart, Zhou Yanheng arrived.

When thugs meet someone born wicked, the result is a crushing defeat.

Zhou Yanheng looked at the torn plaid skirt, and the usual calm on his face faded slightly. He sat casually by Jiang Huashan’s leg, pulling her toward him by the rope still in her hands.

“Why are you crying? Do you remember who tore it?”

Jiang Huashan shook her head in terror.

The hostility in Zhou Yanheng’s eyes deepened. He lifted his gaze lazily, toying with the hemp rope in his hand. “Seems like I interrupted your fun?”

With that, he was about to stand up.

“It wasn’t me!” Jiang Huashan trembled all over and randomly pointed into the crowd. “It was him.”

Zhou Yanheng smiled in satisfaction. He reached out and wiped away her tears.

“That’s more like it. If you’re bullied, you can’t just cry.”

He pulled her into his arms, his warm chest tightly pressed against her back. Feeling her stiffness, he lifted her hands from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder blade.

“Don’t be afraid. Trash like this just needs to be dealt with.”

In his hand was a small, exquisite silver handgun. He personally guided her through loading it.

Jiang Huashan’s face turned deathly pale. She had never touched a gun before, let alone killed anyone. She didn’t dare.

Sensing her resistance, Zhou Yanheng used one hand to force her chin up, making her face her fear directly, while his other hand guided her index finger onto the trigger.

“Bang—”

The bullet flew and hit the man’s shoulder. He screamed in agony as blood splattered everywhere.

Zhou Yanheng said calmly, “When you’re torturing someone, you don’t need to aim for vital spots. It’s fine to prolong the suffering. Understand?”

That day, she was forced to fire sixteen shots in a café. Each target was a living person—some were hit more than once. By the end, her movements became increasingly practiced. Watching bullets tear through flesh and enemies kneeling in front of her begging for mercy, she even felt a faint thrill of excitement rising within her.

Jiang Huashan shook her head, forcibly pushing the murderous pleasure out of her mind.

The incident with Xiao Lanlan had already served as a warning—some plotlines couldn’t be avoided. Even if the “actors” changed, the story that was meant to happen would still come.

Now that she had developed the will to resist, what would her story with Zhou Yanheng become?

In her previous life, Zhou Yanheng liked her while also entangled with others. His excuse was that her status was too low for marriage alliances.

But once she was labeled as a “villainess,” she was no longer easy to control. Zhou Yanheng still had feelings for her, while she, on the other hand, looked down on him completely. When she needed something, she would use him; when she didn’t, she would discard him. This infuriated Zhou Yanheng to the point that he wanted to kill her several times.

Zhou Yanheng thought he had her completely under control. His method was to bribe Fang Mei, offering her immense temptation so that she would willingly become the executioner of her own daughter.

Later, when Jiang Huashan fell for Shen Lanxi, Zhou Yanheng mocked her for overestimating herself. Perhaps he truly didn’t think much of her—he even occasionally came by just to check on how things were going.

But in the end, he miscalculated.

A twentieth birthday banquet changed her fate. She became Shen Lanxi’s fiancée and the young madam of the Shen family.

To avoid suspicion, she cut ties with Zhou Yanheng and swore they would never have anything to do with each other again.

Zhou Yanheng went mad with rage. On the night of the engagement banquet, he broke into her room and tried to force himself on her. During their struggle, Shen Lanxi knocked on the door and walked in.

The “prince-like young master,” cold and abstinent, truly lived up to his reputation. Seeing his fiancée entangled with another man, he showed no reaction at all—only reminded her not to disgrace the Shen family before leaving and even thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Looking back now, it was at that moment that her feelings for Shen Lanxi began to die halfway.

At that time, Zhou Yanheng had been burning with rage, but after witnessing Shen Lanxi’s attitude, his mood suddenly improved.

“You see it now—he doesn’t love you. Are you really willing to spend your life with someone who doesn’t love you?”

Back then, she hated Zhou Yanheng’s contempt and snapped back sarcastically, “Love, love, love—what, you want to go dig wild vegetables? All you’ve got in your head is this cheap thing called love. Who said I was going to spend my life with Shen Lanxi? I’m going to spend my life with the Shen family’s wealth and glory. What I’m marrying is money and power—the title of Mrs. Shen that everyone envies.”

“Come back and laugh at me when you can ever compare to Shen Lanxi!”

In the end, Zhou Yanheng left in anger. Before leaving, he grabbed her by the neck and told her to wait.

And she did wait—until he was assassinated by the Shen family, the Zhou family disappeared, and he was eventually thrown into the next script.

Jiang Huashan suddenly felt a headache coming on. There was still no clue about her grandfather’s matter, and now a new plot point was about to begin.

At that moment, the car window slowly rolled up, cutting off the outside world.

Jiang Huashan froze and looked up—her gaze collided with a pair of eyes as dark and unfathomable as an abyss.

Noticing she had realized, Zhou Yanheng calmly looked away and stared straight ahead.

“The wind is too strong. It’ll give you a headache if it blows too long.”

Jiang Huashan rolled her eyes.

Pretending. Zhou Yanheng was at his worst when he liked someone—when he was being “gentle,” it was always just an act.

Zhou Yanheng didn’t even need to look to know she definitely wasn’t happy right now.

He lowered his eyes, shifted gears, and slammed the accelerator all the way down.

“!”

Jiang Huashan was caught off guard. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

At that sudden burst of speed, adrenaline spiked through her body. Her scalp went numb and her feet felt like they were floating—if not for the seatbelt, she would’ve been thrown forward.

Zhou Yanheng was about to slow down when, in the rearview mirror, another sports car suddenly appeared. Its sleek body was outrageously aggressive, and its twin red headlights looked like a coiled viper staring them down.

“Hold on,” he said.

Then he hit the accelerator again. The speedometer needle shot upward violently.

The black car behind them closed in tighter and tighter, its engine roar relentlessly chasing them.

Jiang Huashan looked back, grinding her teeth.

What the hell is wrong with Shen Qingyu?! Why is he out here at night instead of studying in the Shen residence—acting like some delinquent biker?!

Two cars—one yellow, one black—raced one after another along the mountain road.

After entering Shen territory through the winding mountain pass, Shen Qingyu gripped the steering wheel tightly. He floored the accelerator, overtook the yellow car by half a length, then suddenly turned the wheel right—trying to ram directly into Zhou Yanheng’s car.

Zhou Yanheng didn’t expect him to be this ruthless. His expression changed slightly as he let off the accelerator and slammed the brakes.

“Amateur,” Shen Qingyu sneered. He yanked the steering wheel hard, the car skidding sideways across the road, tires screaming against the asphalt.

Seeing no reaction from the other side, Shen Qingyu got out of the car, casually twirling his keys.

“Zhou Yanheng, you’re not good enough.”

The words had barely fallen when someone else stepped out of the car.

Before he could react, that person swung something and hurled it straight at him.

“Shen Qingyu, are you insane?!”