novelapdf Chapter 23 The Curse of Certain Death in 3 Days Comes True!
Chapter 23 The Curse of Certain Death in 3 Days Comes True!
In the dead of night, the lights in the Zhao family mansion were dazzling, but the living room felt oppressively suffocating.
Zhao Tianyu paced back and forth in the living room, his face full of worry, like an ant on a hot pan.
He rubbed his hands together vigorously, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and he was completely distracted.
Zhao Hongye sat on the leather sofa, his fingers tightly pinching the space between his eyebrows.
He let out a long sigh, his voice filled with unconcealed exhaustion.
"Since you can't remember who you offended, I have no choice but to ask Old Master Su for help again."
"See if he knows any more powerful experts who can save your life."
As he spoke, he picked up his phone from the table and dialed Su Zhennan's number.
The moment the call connected, he immediately adopted a respectful tone, and his back bent slightly involuntarily.
"Mr. Su, I'm so sorry to bother you so late at night."
"I'd like to ask you if you know any other highly skilled masters?"
Su Zhennan's indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone distant even through the receiver.
"There are indeed highly skilled people, but it's as difficult as climbing to heaven for this old man himself to even get a meeting with them."
Zhao Hongye panicked instantly and quickly moved forward.
"Mr. Su, I'll agree to any condition as long as you're willing to introduce me!"
Before he could finish speaking, Su Zhennan interrupted him.
"Boss Zhao, I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll have to go now."
With a snap, the phone was hung up, leaving only a busy tone on the receiver.
Zhao Hongye held up his phone, his face instantly turning so dark it seemed to drip water.
He gritted his teeth and cursed viciously.
"Old fox! He clearly doesn't want to get involved in this mess!"
Zhao Tianyu immediately rushed over, his face full of urgency and his eyes brimming with the will to survive.
"Dad, what did that expert say? Is there any way to save me?"
Zhao Hongye glanced at him coldly, his tone full of anger.
"Su Zhennan directly refused, saying the same thing: let us first find out who we have offended."
Zhao Tianyu slumped onto the sofa, clutching his head tightly with both hands, completely breaking down.
"I've been thinking about this for two whole days! I've thought of everyone I can think of!"
"I really can't figure out who it is!"
Zhao Hongye slammed his hand on the coffee table, making the glass rattle loudly.
"You have to think of something, even if you can't! It's a matter of life and death!"
Zhao Tianyu suddenly raised his head, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"The only family I can think of is the woman whose family I ran over and killed with my car a while ago..."
He had barely finished speaking when he shook his head violently, his face filled with self-doubt.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"That's just a penniless, powerless family. How could they possibly have such extraordinary connections?"
"Dad, think about it. If they really had that kind of ability, they should have jumped out when that woman died!"
Zhao Hongye's eyes instantly turned sinister and ruthless, his fingertips clenching until they turned white.
"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
"If I really can't think of anyone else, I'll send someone to turn that woman's entire fortune upside down."
"Let's see what kind of trickery is hidden inside."
In the dead of night, in his second-floor bedroom, Zhao Tianyu irritably ripped off his tie.
He tossed it on the ground and collapsed onto the bed.
I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what I did.
"Who...who is behind this...?"
He stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself, his mind racing like a movie.
Faces flashed by, but I could never grasp the key point.
Suddenly, his body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted.
A muffled groan of pain escaped his throat.
"Ugh—!"
He gripped his neck tightly with both hands, his face instantly turning blue and purple.
White foam kept coming out of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
The veins on his neck bulged out, wriggling under his skin like earthworms.
"I... I remember now..."
A hoarse, breathy sound escaped his throat, his eyes filled with extreme terror.
The image of that cold, young face flashed through his mind—it was Lu Jingchen.
The son of the woman he killed.
"Yes... it's him... it's him!"
He let out a desperate roar, stretching out his hand to grab the phone on the bedside table.
My fingertips are only an inch away from the phone, but I can't reach it no matter what I do.
His body suddenly straightened up, like a fully drawn bow.
She then fell heavily back onto the bed and remained completely still.
His pupils were dilated, and his hand hung limply at the edge of the bed.
His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open, unable to close them in peace.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the restaurant through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A freshly made breakfast was laid out on the table, the white porridge still steaming.
Zhao Hongye sat in the main seat, holding a newspaper, but couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist, and his brows furrowed instantly.
"Why isn't Tianyu up yet?"
The nanny serving nearby immediately lowered her head and spoke cautiously.
"There's still no movement from the young master's room; he probably went to bed late last night."
Zhao Hongye's face instantly darkened, his expression filled with displeasure.
"What time is it? Still sleeping! Go upstairs and wake him up!"
"I still have something to ask him!"
The nanny nodded quickly: "Yes, sir."
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the second floor.
Zhao Hongye picked up the bowl of white porridge in front of him and took a sip.
A piercing scream suddenly ripped through the morning's tranquility from the second floor.
"ah--!"
Zhao Hongye's hand suddenly trembled, and the bowl of white porridge fell directly to the ground.
The porcelain bowl shattered, and white porridge spilled all over the floor.
He rushed upstairs like a madman and slammed open the door to Zhao Tianyu's bedroom.
The nanny slumped down in the doorway, her face deathly pale, pointing at the bed, unable to utter a word.
"Master... Master... Please take a look..."
Zhao Hongye looked in the direction she pointed.
Zhao Tianyu lay on the bed, his eyes wide open, unable to close them in death.
His body had long since cooled and become stiff.
"Tianyu! My son!"
Zhao Hongye's pupils dilated in shock, and he charged forward with a roar.
He rushed to the bedside, his hand trembling as he reached out to check Zhao Tianyu's breath.
It was cold and silent.
Zhao Hongye felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the world seemed to spin around him.
He stumbled, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, unconscious.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Hongye slowly opened his eyes.
Lying on the large bed in the master bedroom, the nanny next to her was wiping away tears with a handkerchief.
He sat up abruptly, grabbed the nanny's arm tightly, and squeezed so hard he almost crushed her bones.
His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong: "Where's Tianyu? Where's my son?!"
The nanny was so frightened by him that she trembled and cried as she spoke.
"Master... Young Master... he's gone..."
Zhao Hongye's hand instantly and limply loosened, and he froze on the spot.
My whole body was trembling uncontrollably; it was an extreme grief intertwined with overwhelming anger.
"Dead... Really dead..."
He muttered to himself, his face contorting instantly, his eyes bloodshot, and his teeth grinding together.
He suddenly threw off the covers, stood up from the bed, and staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance.
He looked up to the sky and let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"No matter who you are!"
He slammed his fist into the wall, his knuckles instantly turning bruised and purple.
His tone was menacing, and every word seemed to drip with blood.
"As long as I find out it was you who killed my son!"
"I'll make sure you die a horrible death! I'll tear you to pieces!"