Liu Qingqing hadn’t even made out the other person’s face, yet she had already clearly heard a deeply scornful taunt from their lips.

“Living a good life? On your own? Who do you think you are? Dream on! You wretched woman—how many lives have you ruined, how many people have you harmed? It’s high time you paid for your crimes! So go ahead and savor your final moments, because today is your day of death!”

As soon as those words faded, the figure was already gone. The speed was astonishing.

Liu Qingqing stood frozen in place, her face ashen and trembling uncontrollably.

But she couldn’t lay a finger on the mysterious assailant.

What troubled her even more was that Zhang Yang, whom she had just called, had overheard every single word—every single syllable.

While she was still reeling from the shock, the man on the other end of the line asked, “Liu Qingqing, whose voice was that just now?”

He didn’t call her “Qingqing” like he used to. Instead, he addressed her by name in a tone that sent chills down her spine: “Liu Qingqing.”

Liu Qingqing instantly sensed trouble. She couldn’t even think about tracking down the woman who had spoken those strange words to her; all she could do was hurriedly explain herself to Zhang Yang.

“Zhang Yang, it’s not what you think. Just now… just now, it was only a passerby who happened to be watching TV. I don’t know who she is—the voice you heard came straight from her phone.”

“Liu Qingqing…”

Zhang Yang let out a deep sigh, but he didn’t say another word for a long while.

Liu Qingqing didn’t rush to speak; she simply waited quietly for him to continue.

Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk—it was that she felt terribly guilty and wasn’t sure what, or even if, she should say at this point.

Sure enough.

As soon as Zhang Yang finished listening to her explanation, he fell silent.

After a long pause, Zhang Yang suddenly burst into a laugh—not a hearty guffaw, but a mocking, sarcastic chuckle.

After laughing for a while, Zhang Yang finally managed to ask, “Liu Qingqing, how old am I this year?”

“Zhang Yang, I…”

Liu Qingqing grew even more flustered, unsure how to respond to his words. With that tone and attitude, even a fool could tell he was angry.

With no other choice, Liu Qingqing did her best to calm Zhang Yang down. She squeezed out a few tears, softened her voice, and immediately spoke through a sobbing voice: “Zhang Yang, listen to me—really, I don’t know who that voice belonged to…”

Before she could finish, the man on the other end abruptly hung up.

The phone that Liu Qingqing had been holding tightly against her ear no longer carried the familiar voice of the man. All that remained was a familiar yet unnerving busy signal.

Still unwilling to accept defeat, Liu Qingqing called out several times in succession, but there was no response at all.

All she heard was the busy tone.

Her heart sank. Clenching her teeth, she no longer hesitated. She quickly put the phone away, clutched it tightly in her hand, and then hurried after Zhang Yang, lifting her wedding dress as she ran.

“Zhang Yang! Zhang Yang! Please let me explain!”

She was quick-witted. After hearing just a few sentences from Zhang Yang and catching a glimpse of the background noise, she roughly figured out where he was—behind the ceremony hall.

Despite wearing a wedding dress, Liu Qingqing ran with remarkable speed.

In no time at all, she arrived at the scene, where she found Zhang Yang.

End of Chapter 248: Counterattack 175