Chapter 30 I Don’t Want to Become a Widow

Shen Xingli stared at Meng Yu's dark eyes, pressing his hands tightly against his chest.

His voice was trembling: "Meng Yu, if you don't want to die, let me go!"

Not only did Meng Yu not listen, he moved closer and closer.

He stared at Shen Xingli's pink and plump lips, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll a few times.

Her voice was low and hoarse, "Li Li, divorce that man and be with me. Qin Weiwei and I are just a marriage for an arranged marriage. The one I love in my heart is you. As long as you are willing, I will support you for the rest of your life and will never let you suffer so much again."

After saying that, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss Shen Xingli's lips.

Shen Xingli raised her hand and slapped him, glaring at him coldly: "Meng Yu, don't be so shameless! If you dare to touch me, I will destroy your Meng family as well!"

Meng Yu chuckled disapprovingly: "I know you married that man because you were angry with me. Don't worry, I don't mind that you were touched by him. I will treat you well in the future."

Although he was drunk, he was still stronger than Shen Xingli.

He pinched Shen Xingli's chin and bent down to kiss her.

Shen Xingli struggled desperately, and was so scared that tears were about to come out.

She had always thought that Meng Yu was a gentle gentleman, but she didn't expect that he would become a madman when drunk.

Just when she thought she was about to be taken advantage of, the door of the room was kicked open.

Before Meng Yu could react, he was kicked hard in the back.

Sang Muye rushed in like a demon.

He exuded a cold and terrifying aura.

Those bottomless black eyes were tinged with ice and snow, like a demon walking out of hell.

He walked quickly to Shen Xingli and pulled her into his arms.

His big hand gently stroked her head, and his voice was deep and rich: "It's okay."

Hearing this voice, Shen Xingli felt at peace for the first time.

She raised her little face to look at him while crying.

Sang Muye gently wiped her tears and coaxed her softly, "Be good, stand by and wait for me."

After saying that, he took off his suit jacket and covered Shen Xingli's head with it.

Then he turned around and kicked Meng Yu.

Meng Yu, who had just stood up, was kicked to the ground again. He looked at Sang Muye's terrifying and gloomy face and stepped back repeatedly.

"You, who are you to him?"

The corners of Sang Muye's lips twitched coldly, and a devilish cold light flashed in his eyes.

He stepped on Meng Yu's neck and spoke in a sinister voice.

"Which hand touched her?"

Meng Yu had long been frightened by his powerful aura, and tremblingly said, "I, I didn't touch her."

Sang Muye stepped on one of his hands without saying a word, picked up a wine bottle next to him, and threw it to the ground with a "bang".

The wine bottle was smashed to pieces.

He held the bottle mouth and stabbed it hard into Meng Yu's hand.

Immediately, screams like a pig being slaughtered were heard in the room.

Meng Yu kept struggling, begging bitterly, "Please, stop hitting me, my hand is going to be broken."

Not only did Sang Muye not intend to stop, but he raised the bottle again and wanted to stab it into Meng Yu's stomach.

At this moment, Shen Xingli suddenly showed his head and saw this scene.

She was so frightened that she immediately cried out, "No!"

Seeing her face show, Sang Muye immediately dropped the bottle in his hand and kicked Meng Yu in the stomach.

Then he walked to Shen Xingli, bent down and picked her up.

Shen Xingli was so scared that he was shaking all over.

His eyes were filled with tears.

She heard from Sang Yu that her uncle would fight to the death.

Anyone who provokes him will be beaten to death.

She was really scared just now. If the bottle had pierced Meng Yu's stomach, he would have died.

Shen Xingli hugged Sang Muye's neck and sobbed softly.

"He didn't touch me, please don't hit him anymore, I'm so scared, wuwuwu."

Sang Muye carried her into the car, bent down and kissed her forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Shen Xingli looked at the bright red bloodstains on his white shirt and the wound on his hand caused by the bottle.

Unable to hold back sobs, he said, "Don't beat him to death."

Sang Muye's eyes darkened as he stared at her tearful face and asked, "You haven't forgotten him yet?"

Shen Xingli immediately shook her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"No, if you beat him to death, you will go to jail. If you go to jail, I will become a widow. I don't want to be a widow right after getting married, wuwuwu."

Hearing her say this, Sang Muye's cold heart seemed to be penetrated by a warm current.

She said she didn't want him to go to jail, and she said she didn't want to be a widow.

Did she ever think of spending her whole life with him?

Is she worried about him?

Sang Muye gently stroked her head and coaxed her softly, "I won't let you become a widow. I will always be with you."

Shen Xingli raised her head, tears in her dark eyes.

He sniffed a few times and said, "Then you have to promise me that you won't fight so recklessly in the future."

"Okay, I promise I won't do this again."

He lowered his head and kissed the tears on Shen Xingli's face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Be good, don't cry, let's go home."

He put Shen Xingli in the seat and fastened his seat belt.

Then start the car and leave.

He didn't know what mood he was in, but it felt very strange.

He seemed to be cared for by his little rice cake.

She worried he would go to jail.

She also told him not to fight and risk his life anymore.

Finally, someone in this world cares about his life or death.

Thinking of this, Sang Muye smiled.

After returning home, he put Shen Xingli on the bed and leaned over to look at her: "Can you take a bath by yourself?"

Shen Xingli nodded heavily: "Okay, but I want to bandage your wound first."

"No, wait until you're done showering. Go ahead."

Shen Xingli went into the bathroom with her pajamas.

Sang Muye picked up his phone and made a call.

The man on the other end saw his number and was so scared that he answered it immediately.

"Boss Sang, what do you want?"

"Do you and the Meng family have a big project to do?"

"Yes, what's wrong, Mr. Sang?"

"Cancel."

The person on the other side didn't even dare to ask, and simply nodded and replied: "Yes, I will cancel it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Sang Muye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smoked.

The bottom of the eyes are full of red bloodshot.

What would she do if he had been late just now, if he had not gone there to eat today.

When he thought of this, the fierceness in Sang Muye's eyes became even more intense.

The blood stains on his face made his angular face look more wild.

Ten minutes later, Shen Xingli came out of the bathroom.

Seeing that Sang Muye was not in the room, he climbed onto the bed barefoot.

I picked up my phone and saw that there were several missed calls.

It was not until this moment that she remembered that she had forgotten to tell her colleagues.

She immediately called her colleague and said she had something to do and left first.

Just as I put down my phone, Sang Muye pushed the door open and walked in.

The man had already taken a shower and changed into a set of gray pajamas.

His hair fell naturally in front of his forehead, which made his previous coldness less severe.

He walked over to Shen Xingli, stroked her face, and asked in a deep voice, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Shen Xingli blinked her big eyes and stared at him blankly.

"I, I'm so scared today, can you sleep with me?"