You Must Pay With Your Life

Wu Caiwei ran down the mountain, and Su Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Zetian and Lingdang weren’t as tense anymore. Since Su Shimao was willing to abandon his own son, they couldn’t care less.

Instead, Liu Ru and Zhao Shi were terrified seeing Su Shimao just standing there without moving, desperately urging him to bring the child over.

Su Shimao looked like he had been struck by lightning.

Could it be that the child he went through all that trouble to kidnap was actually his own biological son?

Su Shimao had been injured in that area long ago and was no longer able to father children. This son was his only child.

Just a few days ago, he had been proudly saying he would kill that little clown, making Wu Caiwei and Zhang Mu lose their heirs. Yet if this child died, the one truly losing his lineage was himself?

Su Shimao was instantly thrown into confusion, unable to accept the truth. He stepped back in panic and said, "Impossible! You're lying to me! You two b*tches, tell me, how much silver did Su Li give you to come here and spread lies, tricking me into handing over the child!?"

Zhao Shi was furious at Su Shimao’s stubbornness, stomping her foot and cursing, "Su Shimao, you damn scoundrel, you don’t even believe your own wife and mother! You want to kill your own son? You deserve to boil in hell!"

Liu Ru also shouted at the top of her lungs, "Su Shimao, if anything happens to my son, I won’t let you off!"

The three from the Su family were putting on a family drama, while Su Li and the others suddenly became spectators, no longer tense or afraid as before.

On the contrary, Zhao Shi was heartbroken over the family’s only grandchild, wishing she had never given birth to Su Shimao, the damned son.

Su Shimao was trapped in confusion and contradiction, unable to tell if Liu Ru and Zhao Shi were acting under Su Li’s orders or if they were telling the truth.

If they were telling the truth, then this child must not die, or he would truly have no heirs.

Su Shimao hesitated; he couldn’t afford to lose his lineage.

Su Shimao chickened out, holding the child in his arms and stepping away from the cliff edge, his face blank as if he hadn’t recovered from the shock.

Liu Ru and Zhao Shi hurried over and snatched the child away.

Zhao Shi held the swaddled baby, crying as she opened it: "My dear grandson, Grandma’s here! Grandma will take you home!"

But when Zhao Shi and Liu Ru lifted the cover of the swaddling, their cries stopped simultaneously.

Inside the swaddling was a pale, bluish face. When they reached out a finger, there was no breath left.

"Dear grandson, you’re crying, you’re opening your eyes!" Zhao Shi stared blankly at the swaddling.

Liu Ru was also stunned, standing there like a wooden statue.

The child had no breath, no cries — he was already dead.

Zhao Shi shook the swaddling a few times, then suddenly burst into a deafening wail, kneeling on the ground and sobbing, "My dear grandson is gone, gone! My life is over!"

Su Shimao’s face turned ashen, disbelief written all over him. Had he really killed his only son with his own hands?

Liu Ru suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Su Shimao’s hair, looking like a madwoman: "You damn bastard, you killed my son! I want your life! Your life!"

Liu Ru and Su Shimao fought fiercely. Liu Ru, crazed by the death of her son, bit into Su Shimao’s ear and tore it off forcefully.

Su Shimao screamed in pain, clutching his bleeding ear wildly.

Zhao Shi held the child, her eyes vacant, seemingly oblivious to everything around her, murmuring, "Dear grandson, Grandma will take you home, good child..."

"You killed my son, you’ll pay for it, Su Shimao!" Liu Ru’s hateful shout reached Zhao Shi’s ears. She saw the baby in her arms suddenly shiver and wailed, "My grandson is dead! Dead!"

Then Zhao Shi put down the dead infant, pulled out a dagger from her clothes, shoved Liu Ru off Su Shimao, and lunged at Su Shimao herself, stabbing wildly like a madwoman.

One stab, two stabs, three stabs... thirty stabs...

Su Shimao’s body was pierced with countless wounds, blood gushing out like a broken dam.

Su Shimao collapsed to the ground, his life seeping away with the crimson river pooling beneath him.