Chapter 680 What kind of good thing do you think you are?

Lian Niang felt as if someone had hit her heart hard, her legs went limp, and she collapsed powerlessly on the ground.

She opened her mouth, but first tasted the saltiness of tears.

The two of them had slept in the same bed for many years, and all she got was a bitch from his mouth?

How ridiculous.

Lian Niang supported herself on the table and slowly stood up. She raised her hand to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes and said indifferently, "I'm really sorry for disgusting you, Lord Marquis."

Hearing her contemptuous tone, Song Huai'en gasped in anger and cursed: "Bitch, do you still have any sense of shame!"

"Shame?" Lian Niang chuckled. "If I knew shame, how could I have tried so hard to climb into your bed before I even reached the age of marriage?"

Facing Song Huai'en's scarlet eyes, she smiled even more, "You knew you were going to get married soon, but you still stayed with me all night.

Song Huai'en, what kind of good thing do you think you are?"

"Bitch, you're looking for death!"

Looking at Song Huai'en, who wanted to kill her but could only lie on the bed helpless and furious, Lian Niang laughed even more happily.

She lowered her eyes, playing with her nails painted with nail polish, and said quietly, "My Lord, you'd better save your energy. If you get hoarse from shouting, there won't be anyone to serve you tea."

"You vicious woman!"

Song Huai'en struggled to get up, but just as his back left the bed, he fell back heavily.

How could he not control his body?

No, that's impossible.

Afraid of being noticed by Lian Niang, Song Huai'en kept his expression secret. However, his hands under the quilt were secretly exerting force.

But this time, he couldn't even get off the bed.

How could that be? He could clearly feel that apart from the one on his face and the whip marks, there were no other painful wounds on his body.

Thinking of something, he looked at Lian Niang angrily and asked, "Poisonous woman, what medicine did you give me?"

"Medicine?" Lian Niang raised an eyebrow, looked at the porcelain bowl on the small table beside the bed, and said with an apologetic smile, "My Lord, I'm so sorry.

I was so happy just now that I forgot to feed you the medicine."

"You!" Song Huai'en's face flushed red as he cursed, "You fickle bitch, you've been eating and using my things for years, yet you dare to cheat on me with other men.

When I catch that adulterer, I will send you and your family of three on your way."

Lian Niang listened quietly at the side, waiting until he had scolded her enough and felt tired, then she asked in a cold voice, "Do you still think you are the high and mighty Marquis of Yongchuan?"

Song Huai'en sneered, "As long as Your Majesty doesn't issue an order, I will still be the master of this mansion.

There is no need to ask anyone for permission to deal with a cheating maid."

Hearing him calling her a bitch, Lian Niang finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward and slapped her hard.

"Pa!" The crisp sound of slapping echoed throughout the room.

Song Huai'en was hit so hard that his face turned away, and he was unable to react for a moment.

Before he could get angry, Lian Niang grabbed his collar and started attacking him left and right.

She was furious, beating him while cursing, "You're a loser who lives off women. I was so blind to give up someone else's wife and commit myself to you.

What a dignified marquis, bah!

You are a useless piece of shit, no wonder Yan Qing refused to even look at you in the past, it really makes me sick just looking at you."

Song Huai'en's head was dazed by the series of slaps, and his ears were buzzing.

But even so, he still heard Lian Niang's curse clearly, without missing a single word.

Is this still the same weak Lian Niang who complained that she couldn't even lift the embroidery stand when embroidering a sachet for him?

He hit him so hard, as if he wanted to beat him to death.

Song Huai'en moved his lips and felt a burning pain on both sides of his face. He was anxious and angry, and vomited blood.

Lian Niang uttered an "Ah!" and took two steps back, saying with disgust on her face, "You didn't even tell me you were going to vomit? You ruined my nice bedding like this."

"Bitch!" Song Huai'en gasped, feeling his chest beating violently, as if something was about to jump out at any moment.

Lian Niang's face darkened, and she stepped forward and slapped him again.

She warned: "If you can't control your mouth and keep spewing powder, I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

That fierce look doesn't seem like just talk.

Song Huai'en was angry, annoyed, and felt humiliated.

His chest heaved up and down as he said in pain, "Mother Lian, I have always treated you well. Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?"

"Retribution?" Lian Niang reached out and patted his face, saying with a smile, "Even a scum like you who is so unfilial and unrighteous, who doesn't even care about your own children, the King of Hell is reluctant to take your life.

Tell me, what am I afraid of?

"You!" Song Huai'en wanted to get up, but after struggling for a long time it was still in vain.

Seeing him sweating profusely from all the exertion, Lian Niang kindly reminded him, "My Lord, you should save your energy. The doctor has said that you will enjoy a comfortable life from now on.

You don’t have to do anything, just lie there and let others serve you.”

Song Huai'en's expression suddenly changed, "What do you mean?"

Lian Niang covered her lips and chuckled, then glared at him and said, "My Lord, you clearly know what I'm talking about, why are you pretending to be confused?"

With a flick of his fingers, the remaining blood color on Song Huai'en's face disappeared in an instant.

He murmured, "No, it's impossible. I'm still so young."

Lian Niang laughed immediately after hearing this and sighed, "Who said it wasn't true? When the Marquis was sent back, he was in a terrible state. Who would have thought that he could still be saved?

I thought I would become a widow at such a young age."

Trembling with anger at her sarcastic words, Song Huai'en gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just weak right now. I can't lie down forever."

Lian Niang's face darkened slightly. She raised her hand and touched her belly and said, "The Marquis is right."

Song Huai'en caught a glimpse of her movements and said angrily, "When I recover from my illness, neither you nor that adulterer will be able to escape!"

He had lived for so many years and had never suffered such a great humiliation.

He would never be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart unless he cut these two bitches into pieces!

Lian Niang looked at him coldly, curled the corners of her lips and said, "It seems that the Marquis is still not sober enough."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and slapped him twice more.

Facing Song Huai'en's furious eyes, she slapped him backhandedly and asked coldly, "Is the Marquis awake?"

"Bitch, this duke..."

“Bang!”

The corner of his mouth was bleeding after being slapped by Lian Niang. Song Huai'en glared at her fiercely and threatened: "You'd better think it over. Sooner or later, I will recover from my illness.

That will be the day you die."

Lian Niang frowned impatiently and raised her hand.

Song Huai'en was frightened by her actions and shrank his neck, his eyes full of fear.

Lian Niang was so angry and amused by his frightened look that she suddenly didn't want to do anything anymore and even helped him pull the quilt.

When he thought of that pair of white and tender hands, which had served others like they served him today, Song Huai'en felt nauseous.

He turned his face away and said, "Take your dirty hands away."

Lian Niang's face suddenly darkened and she cursed, "You really don't appreciate my kindness."

She was still not satisfied after cursing, so she turned Song Huai'en's face and slapped him twice.

Seeing that Song Huai'en still dared to glare at her, she slapped him twice more and cursed, "If you look at me like that again, I'll gouge out your eyes."

"You dare!"

"Your Majesty, you may give it a try."

"You!" Song Huai'en said with an ugly face: "I think you are really crazy."

Lian Niang lowered her eyes, wiped the blood from her hands with a handkerchief, and said sarcastically, "I am crazy, but it was forced upon me by Lord Ye."

She raised her eyes and met Song Huai'en's eyes full of murderous intent. She asked with a smile: "My Lord, what do you think Miss Hong Fei from Chunyu Pavilion would think if she saw you in such a miserable state?"