Ex-Husband, Surrender! My Net Worth of Hundreds of Billions Means You Can't Reach Me

Lu Zhiwei and Shen Jinmo were a perfectly matched couple for three years, but the appearance of his white moonlight completely shattered the peace of their marriage. Lu Zhiwei didn't cry or fus...

Chapter 117 She is ultimately not Lu Zhiwei

The voice is wrong, the breathing is wrong.

Shen Jinmo coldly shook off the woman behind him, grabbed Xia Wanying's arm, and carefully examined her face.

Those eyes were clear and bright.

She looks just like Lu Zhiwei.

But she... is ultimately not Lu Zhiwei.

He forcefully threw her onto the hospital bed, and Shen Jinmo was a little unsteady on his feet. Some primal urge was controlling his consciousness.

Seizing the opportunity, Xia Wanying, lying on the hospital bed, reached out and unbuttoned her collar.

Today she wore a dress with a row of buttons, and with her mask off, she revealed her full bust and bra.

Xia Wanying stared intently at Shen Jinmo's face, holding her breath, showing no intention of stopping.

Shen Jinmo narrowed his long, narrow eyes and slowly approached Xia Wanying's face.

She nervously stopped what she was doing, slowly closed her eyes, and waited for his kiss to fall.

A muffled groan of pain rang in Xia Wanying's ears.

A strong, pungent smell of blood permeated the area around the bed.

Xia Wanying opened her eyes and saw that Shen Jinmo was holding a knife and had cut a bloody gash on the back of his hand.

Fresh blood dripped from the knife wound onto the bed, her body, and her face.

Wiping the blood from her face, Xia Wanying sat up in bed, her face pale, and looked at him in confusion: "Brother Chen, you..."

"Get out!" Shen Jinmo bit her lip, threw the knife away, and slumped onto the bed.

The pain kept coming, but his fading consciousness was gradually returning.

Knock knock knock—

There was a knock on the ward door.

Xia Wanying hadn't even finished putting on her clothes yet.

Shen Shuyuan and Shen Jiarui entered together from outside the door.

Xia Wanying, her clothes disheveled, sat up in a panic on the bed, wiped the blood off her face, buttoned her clothes, covered her face, and rushed out of the ward.

As she passed by Shen Shuyuan, Shen Shuyuan's sharp eyes swept over her. There were clear hickeys on her snow-white neck, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

A surge of jealousy welled up from the bottom of my heart.

When Shen Jiarui saw that Shen Jinmo's hand was bleeding profusely, he immediately pressed the call bell by the bedside to call the doctor and nurses to come and treat him.

"Brother, what happened? What happened between you and Xia Wanying..."

Shen Jinmo stared at the half-empty IV drip bottle with a sinister gaze: "Someone drugged me."

"Who is it? How dare they use such a despicable method on you? I'm calling the police right now." Shen Jiarui took out his phone.

Shen Jinmo snatched his phone and tossed it onto the bed beside him: "No need."

It's obvious who administered the drug.

He simply won't pursue the matter any further.

Xia Wanying was someone he insisted on bringing into the Shen family, and everything he is experiencing today is the result of his own actions.

"Go and get Xia Wanying a visa and passport, and send her abroad to study." After calming down, Shen Jinmo made a very important decision.

The only way he could make up for what he owed Xia Wanying was with money.

Sending her abroad to study, giving her a better education, and ensuring her basic living standards for the rest of her life was the last thing he could do for her.

Shen Jiarui saw the anger in Shen Jinmo's eyes; he was truly angry.

The eldest brother, who always keeps his word, can change anyone's mind once he's made a decision.

Standing outside the door, Xia Wanying, who hadn't gone far, heard Shen Jinmo's decision, her hands fell to her sides, she turned away sadly, and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her beloved brother Shen really didn't want her anymore.

Shen Shuyuan followed Xia Wanying silently, trailing behind her the whole way.

Xia Wanying realized that someone seemed to be following her, and assumed it was Song Ye.

Turning my head, I saw Song Ye.

Xia Wanying shrank back in fear.

She knew that Song Ye was secretly watching her every move, just waiting for her to succeed.

"How did it go? Did you succeed?" Song Ye looked at her expectantly.

Compared to this worn-out woman he was tired of, what he wanted more was the Shen family's enormous wealth.

He no longer wanted to be a hoodlum.

Xia Wanying is his only way out.

Xia Wanying lowered her head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I'm sorry, I... I messed up. He doesn't want me anymore."

Upon hearing this, he was filled with rage. He grabbed Xia Wanying's hair and pulled her into his arms, his sinister eyes filled with boundless resentment.

"You idiot, you can't even handle such a small thing. What use are you?" Song Ye grabbed Xia Wanying by the back of the neck and headed towards the nearby public men's restroom.

He must punish this woman severely.

Xia Wanying was terrified. She never wanted to be humiliated and abused in public again.

She pounded on Song Ye's chest with both hands, pleading, "Let me go, please."

Her bloodshot eyes were brimming with tears, a sight that evoked pity in me.

The bathroom door closed, and Song rudely pressed her against the sink, reaching out to lift her skirt, ready to pounce.

Bang bang bang—

Someone was banging on the door from the outside.

"Damn it, I've already taken my pants off." Song Ye angrily put his pants back on and temporarily let Xia Wanying go.

A glimmer of joy flashed across Xia Wanying's despairing eyes. She immediately got up from the sink, took several steps back, and hid in a corner, curling her frail body into a ball.

Song Ye straightened his clothes and opened the bathroom door.

A man stood outside, holding an envelope in his hand: "Someone asked me to give this to you."

Song Ye took the envelope, and the person who handed it over left.

Tear open the envelope and take the letter out.

The handwriting on the letter was printed; it was not legible.

If you still want Xia Wanying back in Shen Jinmo's life, do as I say...

After reading the contents of the letter.

Song Ye glanced back at Xia Wanying in the corner, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

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