Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm Chapter 1689: 1688: She Can't Bear to Die

Chapter 1689: Chapter 1688: She Can’t Bear to Die

“If he dares to co, I dare to kill him.” Qiao Xiaomai’s expression instantly turned cold, and her gaze grew nacing.

“Wake up, stop dreaming nonsense. He knows martial arts; even if you have imnse strength, you won’t be able to kill him,” Bei Yun reminded her.

“He can’t always remain on guard, can he? I’ll find my opportunity eventually,” Qiao Xiaomai said bitterly.

“If you kill him, it won’t do you any good. You might end up dead too,” Bei Yun replied.

“Then let die. Living is already unbearable.” Qiao Xiaomai glared at him, “Rather than being your prisoner, I’d prefer death.”

“What about Tong Sanlang? Can you bear to leave him?”

“I can’t… But as you said, he’s never truly placed first.” A tornted expression appeared on Qiao Xiaomai’s face, one she couldn’t control. “If I die like this, he’s bound to regret it, isn’t he?”

At the ntion of regret, her pained face suddenly twisted into a sneer. “Then he’ll rember for the rest of his life, maybe even bla it all on the Zhang Family and Daqi. That’s perfect. I’ve hated the Zhang Family down to my very bones for so long. If I can make him hate them too, I’d die smiling.”

Bei Yun: “…”

He was montarily at a loss for words.

“You’re unbelievable. You really plan to use your death to punish him?” He sounded surprised.

“Why not? After all, he’s never placed as his top priority. If I die, he’ll spend his whole life tornted by the kind of remorse that can never be undone. That would torture him endlessly. That’s my revenge—success,” Qiao Xiaomai replied calmly.

Bei Yun: “You… Do you hate him that much?”

“I nearly kicked him to death once. What do you think—do I hate him or not?” Qiao Xiaomai answered with a question instead.

Bei Yun: “You’re too extre.”

“Extre? You’re calling ** extre?” Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but laugh coldly. “You, of all people—a beast—is calling ** extre? I do have basic moral boundaries, you know.”

“Sa difference. You’re just channeling all your hatred toward Tong Sanlang. The way you’re planning to tornt him—this is psychological warfare. This kind of attack is the most ruthless,” Bei Yun clicked his tongue in admiration before continuing, “Alright, alright. You’ve scared for now. I’ll figure out a way to transport water from the Capital City and try to bring in so iron fruit balls.”

“But even if you’re extre, there should be limits. Don’t push too far—it won’t end well. When I lose my temper, I’m terrifying.”

“Rest for now.”

With that, Bei Yun walked out of the kitchen.

He still had many things to attend to. The King of Longshi Country was diocre at best. If it weren’t for Prince Fengbao holding things together, Bei Yun could have wrested power from Longshi Country as soon as the Duan Family arrived.

Prince Fengbao had a few redeemable qualities elsewhere, but in terms of dealing with won, he was downright deplorable.

No rush. Patience. Once he wins over the nobles of Longshi Country, helping the Duan Family seize hold of the kingdom will be effortless.

To elevate the Duan Family—a pack of Daqi’s outcasts—into the new rulers of Longshi Country stirred sothing primal within him. Just imagining that sense of accomplishnt sent shivers down his spine.

He reveled in this feeling.

Bei Yun busied himself with his grand ambitions. anwhile, Qiao Xiaomai lingered in the kitchen for a mont before finally leaving. She returned to her bedroom.

The bedroom was relatively cozy. She collapsed onto the bed, pulled a thin blanket over herself, and buried her head under it to sleep.

What she had said to Bei Yun just monts ago—she truly had considered it. She was, fundantally, soone consud by the need for revenge. Yet the thought of truly dying, of never seeing him again, cast a desolate shadow over her heart.

She loved him too deeply, so deep it left her perpetually passive, perpetually tornted, perpetually broken.

She didn’t want to die. She still longed to see him again…