The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1246 - 621: Tan Shuya’s Life Worse Than Death

Lu Jingchen had dark circles under his eyes, and his weary appearance was clear despite his clean-shaven face.

Taking the thermal container directly from Xu Qian out of habit, Lu Jingchen placed it on the table then approached the bed to tuck Song Qiao in before addressing Xu Qian, "Mom, I’m fine. Qiaoqiao doesn’t like strangers taking care of her, and I can’t trust anyone else to look after her. I’ll manage it myself. You don’t need to come to the hospital every day; I’ll have Assistant Xue help prepare the meals."

Xu Qian watched her son, feeling a profound pain in her heart as if pierced by needles, her gaze resting on the still-unconscious Song Qiao, and she let out a barely audible sigh.

No one understood why Song Qiao remained unconscious—even though she hadn’t sustained any injuries and her body was intact, she just wouldn’t wake up.

The news of Song Qiao’s coma caused quite a stir in An City. After all, Song Qiao was not only the Young Mistress of the Lu Family but also the second-largest shareholder of RQ Group. Naturally, the media was eager to cover as much of the story as possible, focusing on what would capture the audience’s attention.

Nevertheless, the commotion in An City surrounding Song Qiao’s coma eventually quieted down, as people were envious and jealous of her marriage to Lu Jingchen.

They considered what a perfect man Lu Jingchen was.

Meanwhile, Chu Munan had awoken by the second week of Song Qiao’s coma and had almost fully recovered.

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In a suburban villa, Nan Moyan sat on the living room sofa, his face dark, fiddling with a lighter, his gaze fixed toward the door.

Brother Ping stood anxiously behind Nan Moyan, stealing glances at his boss before shifting his gaze away silently.

Throughout this month, their boss’s mood had been noticeably bad, leading to their collective punishment. They underwent grueling physical training that left them sore and tense all over.

Soon, footsteps echoed outside, and several underlings pulled someone in, each gripping an arm.

Yes, they dragged her in.

The person’s hair was disheveled, clothes unrecognizable, and she was dragged inside like a mere rag.

Nan Moyan’s gaze settled on the woman, his eyes dark but unmoved, emanating an ever-increasingly cold aura.

The two underlings dumped the woman on the floor, stepping back a few paces, "Boss, we’ve brought her."

Nan Moyan gave a slight acknowledgment, his gaze sweeping over the woman sprawled on the floor, his lips parting to speak coldly, "Tough as nails—still not dead, seems like we were too gentle before..."

The man’s voice held a hint of amusement, though the laughter was chilling.

Tan Shuya lay on the floor, dazed, her whole body in pain from the near inhumane torture she endured for a month, feeling like death would be a release. Yet, even that seemed an impossible escape.

Shuddering upon hearing Nan Moyan’s words, she struggled to lift her head, gazing forward to see the indifferent man seated on the sofa.

She was a far cry from her past self—once meticulous in dress, disallowing any imperfections. Now, she looked worse than a beggar.

In truth, not even a beggar would find themselves not in her condition, living worse than death.

"What do you want?" Her voice was hoarse, resembling someone starved for water after trudging through the desert, pale-faced, seemingly near death.

Ironically, even with death an impossibility, she was drowning in despair amidst this endless torment.

Yet, if asked if she regretted wanting Lu Wangshu dead, she would answer.

Definitely not regretting.

She wanted to watch Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao suffer, wishing them lifelong misery.

Nan Moyan remained still, looking down at Tan Shuya as she spoke, drawing a sarcastic smile as he uttered, "Oh? What do I want? Naturally, I want you to live a fate worse than death."

His voice was gentle, but his words struck like a demon’s from the underworld, instilling pure terror.

Brother Ping stood behind his boss, wiping cold sweat from his forehead with his palm.

The boss’s frightening demeanor hadn’t been seen since several years ago, and witnessing it now sparked a sense of impending dread within him.

The boss was terrifying beyond belief, wasn’t he?

Tan Shuya remained silent, prompting Nan Moyan to continue, "You shouldn’t have, under any circumstance, targeted Qiaoqiao and her child. Take a look at the trouble you’ve caused."

Tan Shuya initially paused, smiling faintly albeit weakly, her words spiteful as she deliberately said, "Heard Song Qiao hasn’t awakened. I wish for her to never wake again, and if she doesn’t die easily, living as a vegetable would suffice."

She wanted Lu Jingchen to experience the loss of a beloved woman—the feeling it brought.

She desired them all to endure suffering, never finding relief.

Nan Moyan suddenly stood, quickly striding toward Tan Shuya, squatting down to grab her throat, lifting her, his expression dark and threatening, speaking coldly, "You’re seeking death."

His voice was already steeped in rich murderous intent.

Tan Shuya seemed lethargic, even longing for this relief, making no resistance.

Brother Ping saw his boss’s near loss of control and immediately panicked, rushing over nervously, "Boss, you’ll end up strangling her!"

Nan Moyan, with eyes filled with cruelty, ignored Brother Ping’s words, apparently unheard, his grip tightening.

——Unable to withstand late nights, yet posting a delayed update, the first update.