Volume 1 Chapter 83: Ornamental vases and antiques
"You can go now. Ji Yang will come and take care of it."
The doctor looked up in surprise when he heard the overly cold voice, and happened to meet Sheng Qingxiao's lonely and dark eyes.
At that moment, all the words and questions I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, and I didn't have the courage to speak.
He turned around, cleaned the blood off his hands, packed his things and left the Sheng family villa like a walking corpse.
By the time he came to his senses, he was already in his home.
All kinds of questions in his mind came flooding in like a tidal wave. Although he was curious, he knew one thing very well: only by pretending to be deaf and dumb can one live longer.
After watching the doctor leave, Sheng Qingxiao threw the file bag in her hand on the coffee table in the living room and turned to walk to Sheng Niannian.
Sheng Niannian felt someone approaching and opened her eyes in a daze. Her delicate little face was pale without a trace of blood. The cold sweat on her forehead soaked her hair, which hung wetly on the side of her face.
The cuff of the arm where the bullet hit was cut off with scissors, revealing the bloody muzzle of the gun under the clothes, and a strong smell of blood hit my face.
Sheng Qingxiao turned around and took a knife from the table, looking at the wound with cold eyes: "I was the one who shot the bullet into your body, so I should help you take it out. Don't worry, I will be gentle."
The voice was indifferent without any emotional fluctuations. To Sheng Niannian, it sounded like a devil whispering in her ear.
"No...no...you." Sheng Niannian's voice was very weak. She was in too much pain to move. Only her half-open eyes hid deep fear and hatred.
Sheng Qingxiao smiled faintly: "This is not up to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dinner knife in his hand stabbed into the wound mercilessly, stirring it continuously inside the wound, slowly picking out the bullet.
"Ah!" Sheng Niannian cried out in pain. His already pale face turned even paler. His body began to spasm due to the pain. He could not endure this torture-like torture and fainted from the pain.
System 3077 once again witnessed what it means that there is no harm without comparison!
He also realized more deeply that the host he was bound to was an absolutely ruthless person!
It had seen with its own eyes the calm expression on its host's face while he took out the bullet, and the memory of it is still vivid.
In the brightly lit living room, besides the strong smell of blood, the only sounds were the sound of the knife piercing into flesh and the sound of bullets falling to the ground.
By the time all the bullets were removed, the slender white arms had been completely stained red with blood, and were covered with dense wounds.
He took out the disinfectant and poured it directly on his arm. The pain made his body tremble instinctively, but Sheng Niannian did not regain consciousness.
After everything was done, the pale golden sunlight of the early morning slowly refracted into the villa through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Sheng Qingxiao opened the door of the villa and did not change her blood-stained clothes. Instead, she sat on the sofa in the living room, poured all the poison she had carefully prepared into a glass of water, and tasted it slowly.
One cup... two cups... until the third cup, the sound of a car was heard outside the villa.
After a while, the well-dressed and muscular bodyguards walked in front to lead the way, and in the middle, a man wearing a royal blue custom-made suit and with an elegant face walked slowly towards them.
Wei Yichen, who is in his 40s, is well-maintained and has carefully groomed hair. Every step he takes carries the aura of a superior, which is intimidating.
Sheng Qingxiao didn't move at all and continued to drink the tea mixed with poison with a calm expression.
It was not until Wei Yichen walked to the other side of the sofa in the living room that he raised his head and glanced at him, then said calmly: "Boss Wei, you came a little late. Did you waste all your time on getting your hair done?"
Wei Yichen narrowed his shrewd eyes slightly. From the moment he entered the villa until now, he had been silently looking at the girl who was sitting on the sofa in the living room without panic.
What shocked him was that he couldn't quite figure out the girl in front of him.
He put on a fake smile and slowly sat down on the sofa opposite the girl. He said tentatively, "I guess you are Sheng Qingxiao, the biological daughter of the Sheng family, Miss Sheng."
[You killed his son, but when he saw you he didn't rush over to kill you immediately. Instead he smiled at you and sat down calmly! 】
3077 didn't understand and was shocked!
The picture it expected was completely different from the picture it actually saw.
It had thought of many situations, but it had never thought that there was a life between the two people. It was not an exaggeration to call it a blood feud. Yet they could still sit down with a smile and calmly?
Is the world finally upside down, or is it down?
[3077 I have said it before, businessmen value profit over family affection. Moreover, he has no shortage of sons. To use a son's life in exchange for deeper benefits, businessmen know best how to make choices. 】
3077: [Even if they didn’t have a strong sense of family affection, the son who died was his favorite! 】
[Between a valuable vase that you usually show to others and countless precious antiques that you can collect, which one would you choose? 】
3077: [Antique, but how can one describe people with the words vases and antiques? 】
【In the eyes of businessmen, everything can be priced. 】
[Okay, you can step back and go back to the corner to think slowly. Stop talking so much! 】
The despised system 3077 dared to be angry but not to speak out. Between feeling cowardly and angry, it chose to shrink back into the corner and draw circles in anger and cowardice.
After Wei Yichen sat down, his oppressive gaze was fixed on Sheng Qingxiao. Sheng Qingxiao remained calm and drank the poison in her hand.
Neither of them spoke. They were testing each other's patience and who would be the first to speak and break the deadlock.
The sunlight refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on Wei Yichen, casting a faint golden halo on his head.
The light refracted in the middle of the sofa where two people were sitting opposite each other, forming an extremely clear dividing line.
Half of it is bathed in the pale golden sunlight of the early morning, and the other half is hidden in a dark corner.
As time passed, Wei Yichen finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first. Years of habit made him speak tentatively without getting to the point.
"What kind of tea is Miss Sheng drinking? It looks delicious. I wonder if I have a chance to taste it?"
Sheng Qingxiao's expression remained unchanged, and she replied sincerely without lying, "It's poison. If you like to drink it, you can try a little. It's not fatal, but if you drink too much, you will die."
Wei Yichen: “….”
Is he old? Can’t keep up with the thinking activities of young people?
He chuckled awkwardly but politely: "Miss Sheng, you are joking."
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