Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 2

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Consistently?” A smile crept across Lu Manman's face, followed by a soft chuckle.

Over the past seven years, she had desperately hoped and strived to conceive, yet all she received was this devastating truth.

What a ridiculous farce it was.

“I don’t love you, Lu Manman. The Lu Family’s assets were the only reason I married you. Now that they’re mine, you’ve become worthless,” Wen Yun declared with effortless indifference.

“I’m useless…” Lu Manman echoed the words, her heart turning ice-cold.

“Consider yourself fortunate that I granted you seven years of happiness. For those seven years, I worked tirelessly to play the perfect husband, earning your complete trust… Aren’t you better off than most?” Wen Yun stated as if it were obvious.

“Are you saying I owe you thanks?” Lu Manman questioned, her eyes reddening though she held back tears.

Wen Yun smirked. “Naturally. Though I must say, Lu Manman, I’m impressed by your poise. Even in this dire moment, you remain so steady. Such a shame—I’d hoped to witness your breakdown, your hysterics. Credit must go to your parents for raising you so composed. Still, I wonder if the sudden collapse of the Lu Family would strike them down in shock.”

“You’re utterly ruthless!” Lu Manman clutched her belly and spat out the words.

“Ruthless? This is merely survival of the fittest.”

“So you see yourself as a beast,” Lu Manman ground out between gritted teeth. “A vile monster.”

“Wrong, my dear Manman. Remember, I once whispered in your ear during our intimate moments that I was a lion, one that devours. But you were far too naive!” Wen Yun let out a sinister laugh.

Those tender words murmured against her ear in bed had transformed into brutal realities.

The pain was so intense it left her numb.

Memories of their past flashed before her like scenes from a movie, gnawing at her spirit and ridiculing her former ignorance!

“Does it sting to reach this point?” Wen Yun probed.

“What do you think?” Lu Manman met his gaze.

“Pity, I won’t allow you any shot at vengeance.” Wen Yun cackled madly.

Lu Manman stared at him—the man she’d loved with all her heart, sacrificing everything for his ambitions.

The revelation exposed her utter foolishness.

“Yun.” The seductive woman on the bed suddenly wrapped her arms around Wen Yun from behind.

Her hand trailed over his form in a provocative caress.

“How much longer will you chat with her? I’m aching for you already…” That soft, coquettish tone and adoring expression.

Lu Manman observed the scene playing out right before her.

She noticed the traces on Wen Yun’s skin.

She recalled his earlier claim: “Manman, for some reason, my body only responds to you.”

Though she hadn’t fully trusted it then, hearing those words had thrilled her.

But now…

Witnessing Wen Yun’s evident pleasure, she spun on her heel and departed.

From behind came the woman’s sugary murmurs and the man’s heated breaths.

Lu Manman never lashed out or caused a fuss; she simply slipped away in silence.

One step at a time, she descended the stairs with determination.

A sharp pain twisted in her abdomen.

Warmth trickled down her thighs.

Without glancing back, she missed the crimson streaks marring the pristine carpet.

She exited the villa.

The night air bit with cold, yet she felt nothing.

She lingered at the doorway.

A familiar vehicle approached.

Rather than braking, the car accelerated fiercely…

Suddenly…

Bam.

The impact echoed sharply.

Up in the cozy third-floor bedroom, the noise barely registered. On the grand bed, their fervent rhythm surged toward climax, synced with the resounding crash…

In this moment.

The end of her life.

Or perhaps, a bizarre twist of fate.