Chapter 487 Are You Insulting Me or Disgusting Me?

Someone with the surname Song, Shen Zhichu couldn’t imagine which person with the surname Song she had offended.

No, there is one... Song Lin, Xia Mingyue's lover, the one who cuckolded Li Jingshen.

Xia Mingyue is dead, but the people around her are still restless like her.

One of Shen Zhichu's principles in doing things is that I will not offend others unless they offend me.

Shen Zhichu said, "Song Lin?"

"I didn't expect that the eldest lady of the Shen family actually recognized me." There was a deep scar on Song Lin's face, almost passing through his eye. In the dim light, he looked too sinister, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Song Lin climbed up step by step from being a small-time gangster to the position of boss of an underground casino, so his methods should not be underestimated.

However, he has been a little depressed recently. First, Xia Mingyue died, and then someone deliberately suppressed him and separated and drove away his forces one by one.

He should have avenged Xia Mingyue a long time ago, but firstly, he had no energy because he was tripped up by someone, and secondly, he had not found a suitable opportunity. If someone had not suddenly approached him and wanted to cooperate with him, he would not have been able to kidnap Shen Zhichu so smoothly.

"I promised Mingyue before that I would help her get rid of you, but I never had the chance." As Song Lin said this, he grinned with a sinister smile, which was quite scary.

Shen Zhichu was not frightened. She smiled calmly: "So you want to avenge Xia Mingyue and kill me, one life for another?"

Song Lin shook his head: "I didn't kidnap you to kill you."

"What is that?"

"People can be resurrected after death, and their souls can live on in other people. I want to know your secrets." Song Lin squinted his eyes and looked at him. "If these secrets were exposed, it would probably cause a big sensation, right?"

"Did you bring me here just to study how I survived?"

Song Lin said: "I want her to come back to life."

"Xia Mingyue?"

Song Lin's silence was an admission. Shen Zhichu put away the smile on his face and said calmly after a long moment, "Put aside your thoughts. People like Xia Mingyue will only go to hell after death. If you want to see her again, it's better to die first. You might even be able to catch up with her and have a companion on the road to the underworld."

Song Lin's face darkened, and he raised his hand and slapped Shen Zhichu directly with great force. Only a "slap" sound was heard.

Shen Zhichu was hit and her face turned away. Her ears were buzzing and she felt a little dizzy. She raised her eyes and looked at Song Lin coldly. She thought Song Lin slapped her because he was angry and wanted to vent his hatred, but there was no extra expression on his face.

Chen Zhichu sneered: "Song Lin, I'm a little curious why you like Xia Mingyue. You're willing to go to such lengths for her. Don't you know that she has always liked Li Jingshen and has always wanted to marry him? Or are you a pervert who likes to have a little cheating on you? Like sharing a woman with other men?"

Shen Zhichu's casual remarks actually hit the nail on the head.

Song Lin's love for Xia Mingyue is not the kind of love that ordinary people have, it is morbid.

Simply put, it's a case of unrequited love coupled with Stockholm syndrome.

The more Xia Mingyue ignored him, the more he liked her. Song Lin knew that Xia Mingyue had been using him all along. Instead of being dissatisfied, he felt that he had become a very useful person.

Song Lin climbed up from a gangster, and the word he was most often called was "waste". Xia Mingyue was his first woman and gave him pleasure.

Xia Mingyue often scolded him for being useless, but in the end she still had to obey him and beg him to do things for her.

It is this extremely morbid mentality that makes him more and more dependent on Xia Mingyue. He himself is an extremely inferior person. Even if he becomes the boss, the long-standing inferiority in his heart cannot be filled. Only in Xia Mingyue can he find a sense of superiority.

He rescued Xia Mingyue, gave her a face-lift through plastic surgery, changed her name, gave her everything she wanted, and sent her into the entertainment industry. There was no such thing as deep love. Song Lin just treated Xia Mingyue as a work of art, a work that would be created after his success.

…….

Chen Zhichu was quite good at guessing people's minds, but he couldn't guess a mind as complicated as Song Lin's.

Song Lin slapped Shen Zhichu, and neither of them reacted much, as if they were being tickled. However, the men next to him were startled and whispered a reminder: "Brother Song, didn't you say you are not allowed to touch her?"

"What else can I do now that I've already moved?" Song Lin pinched Shen Zhichu's chin and looked at her half-red face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Let me go now, I'm going to slap you and see if it hurts." There was a faint taste of blood in his mouth. After saying this, Shen Zhichu swallowed his saliva with blood foam.

"There's a reason why so many men like you. You're exciting and make people want to conquer you." Song Lin took out a lighter, lit a cigarette with two clicks, and put it in his mouth. He took two steps back and sat on the chair.

"If you can become Xia Mingyue, I will let you go."

"Become Xia Mingyue's substitute?" Shen Zhichu laughed and taunted, "Are you insulting me or disgusting me? Perhaps you have a desire to conquer Xia Mingyue, wanting to see how someone who looks down on you would beg you humbly, but I won't. Even if I die, I won't beg you."