After Transmigrating as a Tycoon’s Wife, My Thoughts Are Heard by the Whole Family Chapter 441

Upon discovering the trauma little Qin Xian had endured, Ji Fei felt a stabbing pain in her chest as if her heart were weeping blood.

Her fury blazed so intensely that she nearly surrendered all self-control.

[How do these monsters have the gall to stand before Qin Xian? And how can their daughter be so delusional to think she deserves him...]

Consumed by this overwhelming rage, Ji Fei sprinted toward the highest floor—

Only to come to a sudden standstill.

A short distance ahead, Yu Hongxian had stopped dead in his tracks.

At his feet, Yu Lu lay sprawled in a state of unconsciousness.

"Lulu!" Yu Hongxian cried out, his voice thick with panic.

Ji Fei froze as well, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

Then—

The shrill ringing of an outdated mobile phone shattered the heavy silence.

She shifted her gaze toward the ajar door of the attic—

The noise was echoing from within that room.

In that instant—

It felt as though a spectral hand was squeezing the life out of her heart.

The interior was pitch black.

Perfectly still.

[This is the cage where they trapped Qin Xian when he was just a boy...]

During that final month—

The world believed he was attending an overseas summer program.

In truth, Lü Meihe had snatched him during his journey, shoved him into a trunk, and secretly transported him back to the ancestral home—

Confining him within the attic walls.

He was mere steps from his family, yet he remained buried in darkness for thirty days.

By the time she released him, he had retreated into a shell of silence—

A brilliant talent had been ruthlessly cast into the depths of a void.

Ji Fei kicked the door wide—

And her eyes narrowed to pinpricks.

Qin Xian was slumped against the far wall, positioned beside the aged timber window.

He sat with his knees pulled tightly to his chest, arms locked around them.

His eyes were fixed on the world outside—

Mute. Hollow.

Though he was a grown man, in this flickering light—

He appeared as a fragile, discarded youth on the brink of fading away.

"Qin Xian…" Ji Fei’s voice cracked as she sprinted toward him.

Qin Xian gave a violent flinch.

It felt as if he were being sucked back into a frigid, breathless chasm—

A nightmare world that felt both alien and terrifyingly familiar.

The ceaseless, haunting whispers flooded his mind once more:

"Weren't you supposed to be a prodigy? You can't even manage this?"

"If you continue like this, your parents will be utterly ashamed of you."

"It’s no surprise they’ve abandoned you."

"You won’t tattle on me, will you? After all, I’m only speaking the truth."

"This is for your benefit. You really are that miserable."

"You’re just a freak. A person nobody could ever love."

"Be quiet. Everyone loathes you. They all wish you would just vanish."

And then—

The phone rang out again.

Keep quiet.

Do not speak.

Lock yourself away.

Only then will the hatred stop.

The people surrounding him—

Sobbing.

They always regarded him with nothing but grief and pity.

It was his burden.

His very existence was a mistake.

"Wow! Big Brother is so handsome! Qin Second Brother?"

"Qin Second Brother… Qin Second Brother… Qin Second Brother… I only like Qin Second Brother… I want to be with him forever…"

"Qin Xian! Qin Xian! It’s me! Come back to me!"

His lashes flickered.

A spark of consciousness reignited in his gaze—

And within his eyes, the image of Ji Fei took shape.

[Why is Qin Xian in this state? It has to be Lü Meihe’s doing. Where is she hiding?!]

Ji Fei realized the truth instantly—

If Lü Meihe had triggered this, the psychological conditioning must have broken.

If that was the case, she should be able to scan Lü Meihe’s mental status through her system interface.

However, in the next second—

Nothing appeared.

Where the manipulated data once stood, there was only a void.

Had the woman completely lost her sanity?!

Ji Fei’s survival instincts flared—

She spun around—

And there she was—

Lü Meihe stood poised, gripping a large canister, swinging it violently in her direction.

"Once you are out of the way, Qin Xian will belong to my daughter! Since I could never have him, she will fulfill the dream for me!"

[You insane bitch!!]

Ji Fei spat a curse, bracing herself to lung forward and fight.

She refused to believe she could be defeated by one crazed woman.

But as she prepared to strike, Lü Meihe’s wrist flicked downward—

The liquid erupted toward the floor instead.

A pungent, chemical odor saturated the room.

Ji Fei’s face drained of color.

She attempted to leap away, but—

She was too slow.

[Gasoline!!]

Drenched from head to toe, Ji Fei stared at Lü Meihe with wide, trembling eyes, unable to process the malice.

[She’s actually trying to burn me alive?!]

Then, Lü Meihe produced a lighter.

With a sharp click, a small flame danced to life.

For the first time, Ji Fei was paralyzed by sheer dread.

It wasn't just her clothes—

The floor beneath her feet was soaked, creating a lethal trail leading straight to her.

The second Lü Meihe dropped that flame, the entire room would become an inferno.

Suddenly—

A tall shadow moved to shield Ji Fei.

Her vision blurred as tears welled up.

Qin Xian.

He had snapped out of it.

"You…" Lü Meihe gasped, her eyes bulging.

"So you really did recover? I was certain I had shattered your mind back then. I never imagined you would be strong enough to dismantle my psychological triggers."

She gave a mocking sneer, her voice dripping with malice.

"It is because I found my salvation," Qin Xian replied, his voice shaking—

But the pain of his guilt was even more palpable.

If he had truly mended his spirit, if he hadn't left those old scars festering,

Lü Meihe would never have found the opening to control him again.

He had led Ji Fei right into a death trap.

"Feifei… forgive me," Qin Xian murmured, his voice sounding like gravel.

Ji Fei ached to pull him close—

But mindful of the fuel soaking her skin, she didn't dare make contact.

"If you want blood, take mine," Qin Xian declared coldly, his eyes locked on the fire in Lü Meihe’s hand.

He understood clearly—

This woman had crossed the point of no return.

She was a cornered animal.

Qin Xian was a trained fighter—Lü Meihe was no physical match for him.

Yet if she so much as twitched, or if the lighter slipped from her fingers by accident,

Ji Fei would be incinerated in a heartbeat.

He couldn't gamble with her life.

He would sooner grovel for mercy than risk a single hair on Ji Fei’s head.

The flame flickered ominously in Lü Meihe’s grasp.

It waited to devour them both.

"You spent so long without your memories… yet somehow, you managed to thrive?"

"A glittering career. A joyful family. You even found your sanity again."

"Why you?"

"I should have finished you off years ago!"

Lü Meihe’s features contorted with rage, her mind spiraling into a dark abyss.

And Ji Fei—

Had heard quite enough.

"YOU’RE the one who is truly diseased!!"

"Just because Qin Xian revealed your filth, you tried to ANNIHILATE HIM?! Are you COMPLETELY MAD?!"

"YOU ARE A DERANGED PSYCHOPATH!!"

She no longer cared if she revealed the secrets of her system—

Ji Fei screamed her fury to the heavens.

Qin Xian tensed immediately, shifting away—

Because he saw the truth—

Ji Fei was keeping her distance only to protect him from the fuel on her clothes.

“Hahaha! Precisely, I am a lunatic! My love for my own brother was so deep it broke my mind! But I masked it perfectly! I could have been the perfect aunt! But it was him—he was the one who mocked my feelings, who tore away my mask, who forced me back into this monster! This is his fault! He ruined my life! So I will ruin his! That is justice!” Lü Meihe hissed.

“That… that wasn't what I meant back then.” Qin Xian fought to keep his tone level, attempting to de-escalate. “I was a mere child. I didn't grasp the situation. I only saw you drowning in sorrow, and I wanted to help… to tell you that you didn't need to mourn my father anymore. Some paths are closed, and I didn't want you to suffer for it. I only wished for you to find happiness and move on.”

In his youth, his aunt had been his frequent guardian. No matter his age, Qin Xian would never have sought to inflict such pain out of spite. His words had been born of kindness. He could never have guessed that some hearts are so warped they can only perceive darkness. She had been searching for an excuse to release her inner demons, to shatter the bonds of decency. His innocent words had simply provided her the justification she craved.

Lü Meihe was like a traveler who had wandered too far down a path of damnation. Perhaps she began with minor cruelties. But slowly, she surrendered control. She grew bolder, pouring all her suppressed bitterness and sadism onto the young Qin Xian, using his suffering to balance her own hollow life.

Now, even as Qin Xian laid bare the truth, she merely shook her head in stubborn denial.

“You expect me to believe that? It's irrelevant now. You destroyed me, so now you pay. It’s perfect—my daughter has developed an obsession with you. You will be hers. And as for the woman you cherish… heh… you remember, don't you? Anything you love, anything you hold dear, I will never let you keep. The fish, the birds, the rabbits, the cats… I forced you to watch them all perish, didn't I? Now, I’ll force you to watch her die as well.”

“If your hatred is for me, then kill me!” Qin Xian urged desperately.

“Where is the joy in that? You must endure the same agony I felt.”

A floorboard groaned behind her. Lü Meihe instantly raised the lighter, positioning her body against a support beam in the attic. This vantage point allowed her to monitor both sides of the room. At the slightest provocation, she could drop the flame.

“Meihe… stop this. There is no turning back from this path.” Yu Hongxian’s voice wavered, his face drenched in tears.

Before, they could have hidden the truth. But if she committed murder now, there would be no redemption.

“You should be dead! You manipulated my mind! You deceived me! I never harbored love for you! I never chose you! You are nothing but a rapist!” Lü Meihe screamed in a sudden outburst.

Yu Hongxian turned ashen. “In all these years… did nothing I do touch your heart? If you would just open your soul, perhaps… perhaps you could feel something for me too.”

Lü Meihe responded with a chilling laugh. The sheer coldness in her eyes nearly brought Yu Hongxian to his knees.

She was finished with words. Exhaustion had set in. Raising her arm, she commanded, “Qin Xian, move back. I don't want you scorched. Your aunt still has a place for you.”

“STOP!” a ragged voice bellowed.

Lü Meihe’s entire frame went rigid.

“Meihe… I beg you, do not harm them. Please.”

Qin Xian and Ji Fei spotted him simultaneously—Qin Dad was kneeling at the entrance, his face lined with age and wet with tears.

Lü Meihe began to tremble.

Then, she snarled, “Nobody move! Not a single inch! Or I will burn this girl right before your eyes!”

The crowd at the door froze. Qin Dad, still on his knees inside the room, didn't dare make a move.

“Meihe… let them go. If you need someone to suffer, take me. I am their father. I will bear the burden,” Qin Dad pleaded with humility.

“It was never your fault. It never was.” Lü Meihe’s tone became hauntingly steady. “My love for you is dead, but… I have crossed the line.”

Her gaze sharpened with lethal intent. She had accepted that there would be no peaceful resolution, and she was determined to take a life with her.

She was far beyond the reach of logic. Having failed to secure her own desires, she was now projecting her obsession onto her daughter. She believed that if Qin Dad hadn't been with Qin Mom, she would have succeeded—just as she believed that without Ji Fei, her daughter would have Qin Xian.

Rationality had fled. she had forgotten that she had already ruined Qin Xian once, and that she was about to turn her daughter into the child of a killer.

Nothing would ever go according to her twisted plan, yet she was possessed by the need to try.

Qin Xian realized negotiations were over. He had to strike. He needed to remain composed while ensuring Lü Meihe didn't detect their strategy.

What can I do? I have to save myself. At the very least… I can't let him die with me. I need Qin Xian to stay away.

Qin Xian’s eyes glinted. In a hushed tone, he said, “I am not leaving you. Not ever.”

Ji Fei was stunned.

Qin Xian continued, “We will face this together. You aren't dragging anyone down. I am not ‘anyone.’ We share one fate, so don't even try to push me away.”

Ji Fei was bewildered. Why does he keep answering my thoughts? Is this some form of mental link?

Qin Xian gave a small, grim smile. “It is telepathy. It’s not just me—the whole family can hear it. So, Feifei, think. Think of a way out.”

Ji Fei was shocked, but there was no time for questions.

Lü Meihe scoffed. “Is that your pathetic goodbye? What drivel are you whispering? Qin Xian, move. This isn't a game. If you are scarred, my daughter won't want you.”

Qin Xian ignored the room. He reached out and hauled Ji Fei into a crushing embrace, shielding her. The gasoline immediately transferred to his own clothing.

“Ah!” Ji Fei gasped, but she met his eyes. They were steady and resolute. She gave a quick, sharp nod.

Her heart was racing like a cornered animal.

“You want to burn together?” Lü Meihe sneered.

If they can truly hear me, the only way is to douse the flames with an extinguisher immediately.

Ji Fei spotted two figures lurking at the door—Qin Rong and Qin Yan. Both gripped fire extinguishers, but they were hesitant. If they provoked Lü Meihe, they wouldn't be fast enough.

Qin Xian: “Time is up.”

“What?” Lü Meihe didn't understand.

Ji Fei did. She saw the look Qin Xian directed toward the rear.

The window behind them.

It was ancient. Decayed. Weak.

Is he going to jump before we catch fire? It’s a chance, but this wing is too high! Unless there's a cushion… an inflatable! Like those big bounce houses at fairs!

Ji Fei looked at Qin Xian. He gave a slight nod.

Quickly! Someone get one in place!

Shouting erupted from the grounds below. Qin Chao’s roar echoed upward. Ji Fei’s pulse thundered. If this failed…

She knew Qin Xian had a contingency. He had signaled his father. They would try to disarm Lü Meihe. If that failed, the extinguishers. And if all else was lost… the leap.

Suddenly—

“Meihe! What are you doing?! Stop! You cannot harm the master’s children!” a piercing voice shrieked.

Lü Meihe’s expression went blank for a split second. Before anyone could move, she hurled the lighter to the floor.

The world slowed to a crawl.

Qin Dad lunged for the flame, but it was out of reach. The extinguishers hissed, but the fire was faster.

The blaze roared across the gasoline trail, racing toward Ji Fei’s feet.

Then— CRASH!

Qin Xian threw his weight against the window, clutching Ji Fei as they tumbled into the night air.

Ji Fei felt the wind tear at her tears as they fell through the cold darkness. In that moment of freefall, their bodies rotated—somehow, she was pulled into his chest, entirely protected by his frame. She clung to him with everything she had, holding the man who was acting as her human shield.

Did they hear me? Is there a cushion? Is it there?

She sent out a desperate plea.

[System, gods, ancestors—please, don't let this be the end. I want to live. I want a lifetime with Qin Xian.]

As the sensation of weightlessness took hold, a burning warmth erupted in her chest. Then—her mind exploded with a violent, splitting agony, as if a flood of information was being forced into her brain all at once.