Chapter 69 A furious beating of Zheng Yaozong
Just as Lu Zhenyu was about to bite her tongue hard, the door to the private room was kicked open!
Zheng Yaozong, who was on top of him, was kicked by a huge leg force and rolled to the base of the wall.
A heart-wrenching scream awakened Lu Zhenyu's eyes, and through the blur, a handsome face came into clear view.
Once he was sure Lu Zhenyu was still conscious, Shen Jingsi took off his coat, wrapped it around her, and carried her outside.
They encountered the arriving officer, who handed the person over and said, "Take her away."
Siwei reached out and took Lu Zhenyu from him, then looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Shen Jingsi remained silent.
He looked at the girl with a blank stare, reached out and smoothed her disheveled hair. "Don't be afraid, he'll die soon."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the private room.
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut and locked.
When Shi Yiqiao arrived, all she heard was a heavy thud coming from inside the private room.
The wine bottle shattered, the marble table broke, and the electronic screen crashed to the ground, all amidst Zheng Yaozong's incessant wails of pain.
Looking at Lu Zhenyu again, her clothes were tattered, her hair was messy, and her eyes stared blankly at the sky. She had no tears and no sound, like a living dead person.
Shi Yiqiao quickly took off her long knitted coat and wrapped herself up completely.
"Take us to the suite upstairs first."
He turned to the manager behind him and shouted, "Call a doctor to check if there are any injuries."
The manager had never seen anything like this before; he was completely stunned by Zheng Yaozong's howling inside.
It took them a while to realize what was happening before they belatedly sent someone to call a doctor.
After settling the people in temporarily, the officer returned without stopping.
The area outside the private room was now crowded with people. Listening to the almost inhuman screams inside, they felt as if the fists were hitting their own ribs, and they all grimaced in response.
"Get the hell out of here!"
Upon seeing the Commandant arrive, the second-generation scions who had been watching the spectacle immediately made way for him.
The manager, who was anxiously stamping his feet at the door, was almost ready to kneel down and kowtow to him twice. "Mr. Si, you're finally back! We really can't let Mr. Chen continue beating like this. If he dies here, I... I can't explain this to him!"
Si Wei's eyes flashed with a cold glint as he glared at the manager, "Now you know fear? Did you all die while he was fucking Lu Zhenyu inside?"
The manager was so scared he almost knelt down. "It's not that we don't care, it's...it's..."
"What is it? Stop your damn nonsense and tell me!"
The manager glanced timidly towards the back of the crowd.
Just as the officer was about to look, a familiar voice came, "It was I who stopped them."
Si Wei glanced at Duan Xi'er, who was walking towards him with her arms crossed, a hint of disgust in his eyes. "What? Are you resorting to underhanded tactics to get revenge on Little Pearl?"
Duan Xi'er chuckled and shrugged matter-of-factly, "She and Zheng Yaozong are a legally married couple. Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to do that kind of thing in a private room?"
"Smack!"
A solid slap landed on her face. Duan Xi'er, who staggered from the blow, steadied herself, covered her face, and glared fiercely, "You dare hit me?"
"I'm going to beat you up, you wicked woman!"
"Do you believe I'll tell Ah Si!"
This was the first time in Siwei's life that he had hit a woman; he had broken his vow.
But in his view, he wasn't beating a woman, he was beating a female beast.
He sneered nonchalantly, his stinginess even surpassing that of Shen Jingsi. "Go ahead and sue him. Let's see if he'll slap you a few more times."
With her hair disheveled and falling in front of her rapidly swollen right cheek, Duan Xi'er screamed without regard for her image, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm his fiancée!"
"Fiancée?" Si Weizhen laughed, his eyes full of contempt. "Compared to Lu Zhenyu, you're nothing."
"you!"
He was getting impatient, knowing now wasn't the time to deal with this woman.
"Get out of here before I lose my temper, or it won't just be a slap."
Duan Xi'er gritted her teeth, but she knew she was at a disadvantage in this matter.
Who would have thought that Shen Jingsi would suddenly appear without anyone notifying them?
Zheng Yaozong, who is more trouble than he's worth, couldn't he have taken the person home to play with instead of staying here?
What a terrible teammate!
Duan Xi'er, who had been slapped for no reason, was furious and pointed at Si Wei threateningly, grinding her teeth as she took a few steps back.
The clatter of high heels echoed as the wailing in the private room gradually subsided.
Zheng Yaozong, who was choked and had his ribs crushed, will now be disfigured and his face will be crooked and distorted.
Several ribs were broken, his nose was collapsed, and his face was covered in bruises.
He was stunned by the beating and begged for mercy, but once his adrenaline surged and he could no longer feel the pain, he stood up again.
Undeterred by death, Chao Jingsi grinned wickedly at Shen Jing, whose mind was already clouded by rage.
With his teeth covered in blood, he looked no different from a demon. "Shen Jingsi, if you're really that tough, then kill me."
The dimly lit private room made Shen Jingsi's pale and eerie face appear like a ghost from hell, killing without blinking an eye.
"Kill you?" A bloodthirsty smile curled his lips. "It's more than just killing you."
The blood-stained leather shoe delivered another kick to the other man's ribs, the sound echoing in the flesh that only Zheng Yaozong could feel.
Dragging his aching, numb right leg, Shen Jingsi turned around, grabbed a half-broken wine bottle, and pulled the man up by his collar.
Those bloodshot eyes burned with a fierce killing intent. "Which hand touched her just now?"
Zheng Yaozong spat out a mouthful of blood, "What? Curious about what my wife's body feels like?"
Under Shen Jingsi's bloodthirsty, cold eyes, he clicked his tongue with lingering relish, "Those breasts, that ass, those legs, they feel so damn good, so wet and smooth to the touch, I'd be drunk with pleasure..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Shen Jingsi's fist slammed down again, even harder than before, each punch aimed at killing the man.
"Killing you isn't enough, your whole family has to die! They all have to die!"
The long-closed door to the private room was finally pried open.
Shen Jinchuan rushed in first, and just as Shen Jingsi's fist came down on his temple, the two brothers pulled him away from the left and right.
"Calm down, bro. Now is not the time to kill him."
Zheng Yaozong, who had lost consciousness, slumped to the ground. He could still feel that he was breathing. Siwei breathed a sigh of relief and then kicked him twice more.
"Damn it, you beast, I might as well just stab you to death."
"Brother Wei."
Just as Si Weichong was about to kick Shen Jinchuan in the groin, he stopped in time and chuckled twice as he looked at him with concern.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Shen Jinchuan shook his head helplessly and shouted towards the door, "Tie them up and dump them at the Zheng family's door."
"Yes!" A dozen bodyguards came in one after another and carried the half-dead man out like he was a piece of pork.
Still burning with rage and losing his reason, Shen Jingsi was cornered by Shen Jinchuan.
The officer who came over took his hand away. "Didn't you say Manman was drugged? You go back and take care of her. I'll take care of her here and won't let him act impulsively again."
Concerned about Feng Manman, who was being treated alone upstairs by the doctor, Shen Jinchuan didn't hesitate, "Then I'll go first. Message me if anything comes up."
Once everyone had left, Siwei looked at Shen Jingsi, whose eyes were burning with rage and who was breathing heavily.
I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.
All I could do was pat him on the shoulder and say, "Go check on Little Pearl. Yi Qiao said she's acting a bit strange."
At this point, only Lu Zhenyu could pull Shen Jingsi back from the brink of dementia.
Shen Jingsi glanced at him and stood up.
He pulled off his blood-stained shirt with his bare hands and rubbed the blood off his face and hands.
As soon as he came out, the second-generation rich kids who had been watching the commotion in the corridor made way for him.
No one dared to speak, and they all avoided his gaze as he approached.
This is Shen Jingsi, a ruthless wolf who'll fight you to the death when he gets tough.
Who in the industry doesn't feel the urge to punch Zheng Yaozong? But so far, he's the only one who actually dares to do it.
He took the new shirt handed to him by the bodyguard, changed into it, and dragged his numb right leg, buttoning it up while keeping a cold face. He walked through the crowd, his figure disappearing into the elevator at the end.
"Crack...snap."
The main door to the suite was slowly pressed open.
As Shen Jingsi walked slowly towards them, Shi Yiqiao, who was sitting by the bed watching over Lu Zhenyu, gave up her seat.
"The doctor just checked and there was no injury, but she's been like this ever since she was brought up here."
Shen Jingsi knelt on one knee by the bed, his legs curled up, and looked at the girl who was sitting motionless against the headboard.
Lu Zhenyu was dressed in new clothes by Shi Yiqiao, and her unfocused eyes were fixed blankly on a certain spot on the pattern of the quilt.
Her long, flowing eyelashes, like feather fans, covered her eyes, neither turning nor moving, like a porcelain doll whose soul had been drained.
It looks intact on the surface, but inside it is already cracked and riddled with countless lines.
Just one more bump and it would shatter into pieces.
Shen Jingsi dared not touch her, his large hand hovering around her small hand with nowhere to go, and in the end he could only grip the edge of the bed tightly.
He called softly, "Zhenzhen?"
The person sat there quietly.
He pursed his lips and called out again, "Zhenzhen, can you hear me?"
The girl reacted, slowly turning her head, her clear, fox-like eyes falling on him.
Do you still recognize me?
Shen Jingsi held his breath.
He was terrified of what the girl was about to say.
Lu Zhenyu still did not answer.
But to everyone's surprise, she turned to look at Shen Jingsi's hand pressing on the edge of the bed.
The skin and flesh on the joints were already torn and rotten.
Looking closer, Lu Zhenyu gasped and frowned. "Does it hurt?"
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