The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof
Chapter 474 - Chapter 474 Chapter 474_1

Chapter 474: Chapter 474_1 Chapter 474: Chapter 474_1 “Looks like your mind’s not working properly,” Qiao Xiaren remarked, her gaze growing colder as she observed Qiao Anchu’s meltdown. “What constitutes theft? And what constitutes your life and identity? Just because you bear the name ‘Qiao’ doesn’t mean you can pretend to be a noble elephant with garlic in your nostrils! Are you a child of the Qiao Family? Does this life suit you, Qiao Anchu? You’re simply, not! Worth! It!”

Her words choked off Qiao Anchu’s roar, and his fingers clenched, digging into his palm.

Seemingly understanding, Qiao Anchu realized she might have been fooling herself. But she was too far gone, too consumed by madness to hear reason.

She obstinately believed that all of these should have belonged to her, Qiao Anchu. It was Qiao Xiaren who stole everything that was rightfully hers. Everything was Qiao Xiaren’s fault!”

“Qiao Xiaren, you’ve stolen my life and destiny. You will pay for it!” Qiao Anchu laughed, her voice echoing with a chilling menace. “As long as I manage to survive this, I’ll definitely seek revenge! Even if I were to die here, the heavens will avenge me.”

If it had been the Qiao Xiaren of the past, she might have laughed at such nonsense. But now, she showed no reaction, calmly nodding: “Then, you’ll have to be alive to see that.”

As her last word fell, Qiao Xiaren rose slightly, signalling to two men in black to drag her away.

She casually trailed behind the guards, an oppressive aura surrounding her. Today, she would finally settle the issues from her past life once and for all.

The rain began to intensify, and a black car slowly drove into the mountain.

The grey sky hung low, the falling rain pattering against the ground, carrying an icy chill with it. Qiao Anchu was tossed into the car, her mouth gagged with a black strip. Suddenly, she was filled with dread about her impending fate.

Qiao Xiaren rested her hand casually on the window sill, her fingers tapping rhythmically. She exuded a cool, intimidating aura. The car soon stopped on a small hill, and Qiao Xiaren stepped out, opening an umbrella.

“Drag her out.”

As the command fell, someone yanked Qiao Anchu’s hair and dragged her from the car. The cold rain hit her face, mixing with mud and splattering all over.

Qiao Xiaren stood not far away, her ethereal presence and cold expression making her seem unattainable. This feeling of being trampled underfoot was exasperating.

“What the hell do you want?”

Qiao Xiaren didn’t answer, instead asking, “Does this place seem familiar to you?”

Of course, she didn’t recognize it, let alone realize this was where Qiao Xiaren was murdered in her past life. Qiao Xiaren was reenacting everything, intending for Qiao Anchu to experience the same despair and suffering!

Lying on the ground panting heavily, Qiao Anchu glared at Qiao Xiaren with hatred, wishing she could tear her apart. “What are you up to? Hurry up with whatever you’re going to do!”

“There’s no rush.”

Qiao Xiaren took a few steps forward, her lips curving into an ominous smirk. Amid the drizzling rain, another black car rolled in, and several men quickly got out.

“Miss, these are the men I’ve requested from Black Street.” The leading bodyguard walked over with an umbrella, several burly yet ferocious-looking men standing to the side, all seemingly intimidated by Qiao Xiaren’s aura.

Despite being a woman, her deep, ink-coloured eyes and ice-cold demeanor terrified them. Crouching down, Qiao Xiaren reached out to grab Qiao Anchu’s chin, forcing her to look into her eyes.